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Application for Coraline Jones (Coraline, Neil Gaiman)

((OOC: I'm playing Coraline based on the book, which is why she has a PB (Ariel Gade) rather than movie icons. Nothing against movie!Coraline, I just haven't seen the film yet. If you're reading this later and want to play Wybie or the movieverse version of anyone, PM me and we'll work something out.

Also, spoilers for the whole book.))

It was a rainy, dull Saturday. Coraline had played with all her toys and grown bored with them all, and counted every yellow thing in the house, and was now amusing herself by lying across a chair with her head hanging backwards over the side, trying to make herself believe that she could walk on the ceiling. It wasn't until she started feeling dizzy and sat up again that she realised the room had changed.

She stood up, quickly, looking around the room. It didn't look familiar to her at all, which was a sort of relief. At least it wasn't trying to trick her into thinking she knew it. There was a door, but it wouldn't open, even when she pulled as hard as she could.

There was also a table in the middle of the room, with a piece of paper on it and an old-fashioned quill pen floating just above it. Coraline went over and examined it. Her father had a pen on his desk that floated like that. It worked by magnets.

Coraline didn't think this one did.

"Is anybody here?" she asked, and jumped a little as the pen wrote the words down. The paper was a sheet of questions, she saw now. Answering them seemed the obvious thing to do.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

"Proper cheese. The kind that is yellow and goes on pizza or in omelettes. Not the runny or smelly or mouldy kind."

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

She frowned suspiciously at the paper. "Barney is probably a T rex," she said, after some thought, "which is a carnivorous dinosaur. If he tried to eat people or stamp on their houses the army would come to shoot him."

That didn't exactly answer the question (although it was something she'd wondered about), but it was a worrying sort of question to be asked. It seemed safer to pretend not to quite understand it.

3. What time is it where you are?

Coraline looked around the room again. There wasn't a clock anywhere.

"It was half past three at home."

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

"...urgh."

She skipped that one. She wasn't completely sure what it meant, but she knew enough to know these questions were probably not meant for her. At least she hoped it wasn't meant for her.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

That was another grown up question, but not as uncomfortable as the first one. Coraline had seen bars on television, normally while looking for something more interesting to watch. "The Old Well," she said, after a moment. It sounded right.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

'Mythologies', she was fairly sure, meant 'stories'. "In books it's always the one who is bravest, or cleverest, or most handsome. Or who passes a test. Being handsome and nothing else is boring, though. Harry should marry the one who is brave and clever, and then go on more adventures with them."

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

"My mum and dad have lots of paperwork too," she said, slowly. That might not work, but it was worth a try. "They both do things with computers. If you let me go home I will ask them."

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Now this one she could answer. Coraline stood up straight, taking a deep breath, and tried to sound as grown up as possible, to give anything listening the impression that she was not to be trifled with.

"I rescued my parents from the other mother, when she stole them away into her world. I found where she was hiding them, and I also found the souls of the children trapped behind her mirror and brought them away. And then I locked her up in her own world, and trapped her right hand down our old well when it came to get the key."

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.

"I don't have any money. Just some things." She emptied her pockets. Her mother had washed her jeans recently, so there wasn't very much in them. Only three blue and two yellow paperclips, a pine cone, and some interesting pebbles. One of the pebbles had a small hole in it, and she slipped that one back into her pocket, laying the rest on the table.

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _Coraline Jones_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Coraline Jones_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Coraline Jones_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Coraline Jones_"

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"It was difficult," Coraline agreed. "I had help. The cat that lived in our garden told me things, and he rescued the last soul for me when a rat stole it. And the real Miss Spink gave me a stone with a hole in. Not this one." She took the stone she'd kept out of her pocket and held it up. "This is one I found. But when I looked through hers I could see where the souls were. They glowed."

She slipped it back into her pocket. "The other mother likes games, so I made a bet with her that I could find where she'd hidden my real parents and the children's souls, and if I did, she'd have to let me go. But if I didn't then she'd win me, fair and square. Only she lied. She wasn't going to let me go at all. But I tricked her into opening the door for me. I said I thought she'd hidden my parents there, and when she opened it I - um." She shifted a little, slightly embarrassed. "I threw the cat at her and grabbed the snowglobe - that was where they really were - and ran. It was all I could think of to do, to distract her, and I did make sure he got out too, and he forgave me for it, afterwards."

"Remarkable," Yukimura said, admiration clear in his tone. "You remind me of a boy I knew," he said. That boy had gone on to become his most trusted shadow, a relationship that was slowly changing into something else in this odd place. He wondered just what form it would take. He grinned at her. "Tell me, which do you think helped more, cunning or bravery, to get away?"

"Um." She had to consider that for a long time. "I think bravery," she decided eventually. "Because even if I thought of a way to escape, it wouldn't help if I hadn't been brave enough to do it."

"A very good answer," Yukimura said. "Not everyone understands what is important to making a good plan work."

"Thank you." All the praise was making her feel a little bit awkward, by now. "It was the only plan I had."

"Sometimes, even if it is difficult, one must go with their only plan. To do otherwise is cowardly and leaves you in the same situation." Yukimura smiled. "Do you have any questions? I realize you have been asked many, by me, as well."

She had one, at least, a fairly simple one. "What's your name? You never said."

"I am Sanada Yukimura," he said with a laugh. "You may call me 'Yukimura,' though."

"Are you a teacher here?"

Yukimura grinned. "I teach, but I am not a teacher here." He touched the end of his katana. "I teach self-defense, mostly." Which reminded him of something. "There is a man here, taller than I am with long, straight black hair and violet eyes. He wears a mask, too," he said, covering his mouth to show her. "If you see him, avoid him. He's very dangerous."

"I will." Coraline had the distinct impression that if someone like Yukimura thought a person was dangerous, it was probably an understatement. "Rika told me there was someone I should avoid too. A person named Karasu. Is that the same person you mean?" Hopefully there wouldn't be anyone else new students needed to be warned about in advance...

"That is him, yes. Sometimes, a description is better than a name." He smiled at her. "Rika is right, he does need to be avoided. There are others who may be troublesome, but they are not dangerous. Karasu is dangerous."

She nodded. "If I see him, I'll run off or hide. I'm good at finding hiding places."

Yukimura reached over and ruffled her hair. "Good. I'm glad to hear it," he said with a laugh. "Any other questions?"

Coraline made a face, but only a very little one. She liked Yukimura too much to object properly.

There were hundreds of questions she'd have liked to ask, but she couldn't think where to start. What eventually came out was, "Can I look at your sword?"

Yukimura undid the ties holding his katana in place. He holds it across his body, parallel to the floor, still sheathed. "This was forged for me when I became an adult. Where I am from, that is mid-winter of the year we turn twenty."

She watched, fascinated. This was nothing like the stories the adults she knew told her. "Where are you from?" she asked, quietly.

Yukimura smiled. "Japan, though it is from a little over four hundred years before this now. Where and when I am from is four years after a great war had ended."

Her eyes widened. Four hundred years was an amazingly long time. "Were you in that war?" she asked, although the answer was fairly obvious. What she meant was tell me more?

Yukimura laughed. "Well, a war has many reasons, but I shall tell you of the end. Will that be good for now?" He winked. "This is the part that isn't in history. During the last battle, there was this man called Demon Eyes Kyo. He had killed over a thousand men. A great swordsman named Mibu Kyoshiro fought him in the middle of the battlefeild. It was a fantastic fight." He grinned. "I was able to join in for part of it. I still want to fight both of them again, to see who is stronger."

"I'm not going to ask lots more questions," Coraline promised. "Just one." She wasn't certain how to feel about that story. It sounded exciting when Yukimura told it, until you wondered about the thousand dead people. Then it didn't feel quite so impressive.

She didn't say anything about that, though. What she asked was, "Why was he called Demon Eyes?"

"His eyes were red," Yukimura explained. "And, he tended to look at people like they didn't matter, but I saw him look at someone like they did. It was making him change into a better man." More, it was bringing about the integration of diverse parts of a personality that had been divided by a woman who couldn't accept the whole, but that is another story all together.

"Oh." Coraline thought about this, and nodded, slowly. "I understand."

Yukimura smiled. "This has been a long day for you. When you are sorted, though, if you'd like, we can talk more."

"I'd like to." She smiled back. "When I'm out of this room."

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