Application for Marcus Wright: Terminator Salvation

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

He knew he had to open his eyes, and he didn't want to.

Wasn't the point of dying that you got to close your eyes for good? "I'll sleep when I'm dead" and all that? Except that he'd been dead twice now, and it wasn't turning out to be the restful experience he'd thought it would be. The last time he'd woken up from eternal slumber had been a nightmare.


He could tell that he was on something cold and hard. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and was surprised to be in a large, open room. He sat up carefully and examined himself. The flesh of his left hand was still gone, burned down to the metal endoskeleton. So this probably wasn't Heaven, or the afterlife, or whatever murderers turned heroes got when they left the mortal plane.

Wherever it was, this place was much more intact than where he'd been the last time he'd closed his eyes. There were no signs of destruction, or that the stone walls had been rebuilt from ruins. Was this a stronghold? A place the machines missed? Maybe it was uninhabited. "Hello?" He tried the doors and found them locked. To hell with this, he thought, and tried to force the door open. It wouldn't budge. "Hello? Hey! Anyone out there?" he yelled, hoping to be heard through the tick wood. He pounded some more and yanked on the handle. After he'd twisted the heavy wrought iron into a knot he gave up.

He came back to a table he'd ignored in his haste to get out the door. It was covered in paper, with a quill and a fresh pot of ink. Hello? Hello? Hey! Anyone out there? was written on the paper.

State your full name.
He tried talking to the quill. "Marcus Wright." It wrote his name down for him.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"I don't know," he said softly, confused by the question and his reaction to it. With everything that been happening, there hadn't been time to think about being hungry, or rather not being hungry. The human condition no longer applies to you, she'd said. Fuck that. He tried to imagine eating a cheeseburger, and how good it would taste. Nothing. He had no desire to eat, not even a slight craving.

"I don't know what cheese I would want anymore."

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
"Carrottop." This time with conviction. If Skynet had ever seen an 1-800-COLLECT commercial, who could blame it for taking out humanity?

3. What time is it where you are?
((I left this blank, and it was not intentional. I need to pay more attention.))
"I don't know. Daytime? The sun's out." It was, and it looked like a decent day through the window. Cold, maybe, but the haze he'd seen around the destroyed cities was gone. So either he was in the middle of nowhere, or something wasn't right.

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.
"If I don't know shit about who these people are, can I still offer an opinion? I'm not dead. Again. Yet. Or however the hell this works. But I'm guessing that this Albus is too worried about why he's not dead anymore to really care about getting laid."

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.
"Fucking Dark, I guess." Marcus shrugged, rubbed his good hand over the back of his head as he thought about it. "'Cause you'd say 'It's fucking dark in here,' and yeah, it is."

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.
What? Now he was really confused, and getting a bit angry. "Is there a point to these questions? Harry should get married to Fred because he needs to get laid, because I guess the Albus guy isn't. So George can run off with Sirius, and they can all be happy in whatever the hell place this is with questions like this."

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.
"Jesus." He just wanted to leave. "I jack cars, get people killed, and fuck over humanity by being a freak of science. I don't do paper."

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm really good at opening jars," he said snarkily. "It comes with the freak of science part. Also, I can't stay dead. Does that count for something?"

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.

Marcus realized that he didn't know what he had on him. "I need to stop stealing clothes from dead people," he said to himself, but the quill wrote it down anyway. He patted down the pockets of his uniform. "I've got, uh, dirt," he said. "I can fix your broken things. I'll open jars, too."

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

Comments

[catcherandrye.livejournal.com]

Another cyborg. Or was Marcus an android? The flesh on the outside looked real enough, but his left hand demonstrated technological abilities close to his own time. It could have been a prosthetic, with the way his skin matched an unaltered human's wonderfully. It wasn't like Aoi's own, which was rather obviously synthetic, as was his wig.

Aoi didn't generally do well around violent people, and Marcus demonstrated frustration and a general confused state. Such a combination often escalated into outbursts of anger. Depending on how well he adapted to Hogwarts, Aoi would hazard that hysteria was also possible.

A thought occurred. If he couldn't die, then, that would mean he was at least something like Aoi, who lived within computers most of the time. Since coming to Hogwarts he hadn't accessed his body in quite a while.

"I've come to believe that true death is impossible with unnatural bodies," he said in a blank voice, staring at Marcus' chest rather than looking up into his eyes, which he didn't do often, if at all. His eyes did, however, drop to his skeletal hand. "Quite impressive technology," he commented, his interest not showing through his voice.

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

The synthetic skin and wig instantly put Marcus on guard. Where was he? Were there actual humans here, or had he ended up back with Skynet?

"Yeah, I'm sure the other machines are just green with envy," he said in a biting tone to Aoi's comment about his hand. He was expecting an attack of some sort, since he had enough skin to pass for human. Or was his hand enough of a giveaway? The not-kid was staring at his chest, and Marcus rubbed the spot over his heart self-consciously. The fabric of his stolen uniform hid the hole punched into his chest, but he could feel his heart beating. It felt good.

"What's going on? Where is this place?"

[catcherandrye.livejournal.com]

His tone was expected. Aoi inclined his head a little as an apology of sorts for having obviously started off at the wrong point. "You are at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Things will become a little weird from now on."

His eyes rose, just a tad, but he still didn't look him in the eye. The only person he'd ever seen eye to eye had been Major Kusanagi, and that had only been after they'd had a long discussion about life and death. She was...a mother, almost.

He held up a hand abruptly and his fingers split apart, the panels shifting to reveal the numerous wires within. They were created so that he'd be able to type at a computer with three times the speed of an unaltered human. He waved them at Marcus, then returned his hand to normal. Clenching it into a fist and relaxing it a few times. "You are not so advanced as of most machines to be envious of you," he murmured in a distracted voice.

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

Now, that actually could be useful, as A was even then struggling with the tight seal of his most recent expirement with marmalade.

"Can you open this jar?"

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

After trying once Marcus quickly remembered a cold, hard truth about slick surfaces. He couldn't get a good grip on either the glass or the lid with the smooth metal of his left hand. "Just a sec," he said sheepishly. He tore off a
strip from his pant leg and wrapped it around his hand. With the added friction he was able to twist the lid off easily.

"Here."

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He held the jar up. "Would you like to try some? It's ginger-lime marmalade. I don't have any bread, but I have a spoon."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't," Kurama said from the doorway. His ears had caught the answer to the cheese question from outside, and he had to pause for a snide remark. It was practically mandatory.
"Want cheese, I mean. Ever since humans learned how to make things in factories their food's been so bad that I stopped eating them altogether." He sighed and shook his head. "Can you imagine eating a person after they've had a lifetime of Kraft singles?"

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

"I can't imagine eating a person at all." Like any sensible person, Marcus took a step back from the self-proclaimed cannibal. Then he realized that it didn't really matter, did it? He came with one hell of a crunchy center.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"It isn't all it's cracked up to be," he said, belying himself by taking a sniff in Marcus' direction. The heartbeat was oddly loud, and the smell was certainly non-organic. "You have nothing to worry about, of course. And my diet has changed significantly in the last few centuries." His tail twitched, almost wagging. He loved teasing the new kids, especially the 'mortal' ones.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue had a sudden urge to land on the humans shoulders and choke him until he passed out. His heartbeat was far too loud and strong and it irritated him. Still it was fascinating.

Kuronue being Kuronue, he cared little for personal space. He dropped down from the ceiling with a small flutter of his wings to aid his landing, walked right up to the human, pulled off his hat and shoved his tapered ear against Marcus' chest. He whistled. "Strong little fucker," he commented lightly. "I haven't heard a human heartbeat pound away so strong before."

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

"If you don't get your head away from my chest in the next two seconds, you're going to find out that it's not just my heart that's a strong fucker," he growled. If he didn't tear Kuronue from limb to limb, then he'd worry about the fact that there were monsters with wings and tapered ears in the first place.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

He grinned widely and took a step back before he straightened. Not because the human asked though. More because he was curious of whatever else was strong to a point where it could be demonic, and playing nice was easier than beating it out of him.

He tilted his head and made soothing sounds like one would a startled horse. At least getting closer allowed him a few more incites. His clothing didn't smell like his. He placed his hat back on his head, his watching him closely.

"The name of your bar amuses me," he proclaimed, circling him a little.

[omg-sunflora.livejournal.com]

"Oh my gosh! Um...half human half Steel Pokemon! Eeek!"

And Sunflora hid under the table.

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

There really was only one reaction to that, and that reaction was "bzuh?"

"Talking plant thing," he said, too surprised to actually sound surprised.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

"Dying is overrated. It's more fun to stick around and see how things play out."

The lean immortal carried a six-pack in one hand, an open beer in the other. He offered one to Marcus. "Welcome to what will assuredly be one of the more fucked up experiences of your life."

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

Marcus realized that never feeling hungry also meant never feeling thirsty, because he had no desire to drink the beer. He turned the beer down. It was going to be a cold, sad day in hell.

"Somebody needed to live more than I did. And I don't see how my life's going to get any more fucked up than it is."

[codex-of-good.livejournal.com]

Since arriving at Hogwarts, Codex had seen weird stuff. A lot of weird stuff, including a talking fish, a talking horse, a talking hat, and two naked people, one of whom had kissed her.

She still wasn't used to it. Seeing a robot guy was still very, very weird.

Her eyes fixed on his metal hand. It looked like something out of a movie. "You have a metal hand," she said, sounding slightly dazed.

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

All Codex was missing was a talking partridge in a talking pear tree.

"You have working eyes." He was not impressed. "Anything else we need to get out on the table?"

[junotechsupport.livejournal.com]

"You still have your emotions, don't you?"

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Admittedly, his rage seemed to be limited to anger, confusion, more anger, and general unhappiness. "Haven't had that taken away yet."

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

She glanced at the metal hand. "Is that what they made you for? Opening jars? I can open my own. What happens to you if you don't get to open any? Isn't it frustrating, not being able to fulfill your programming?"

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

Said metal hand came up and gave her the finger. "I think I'll live if I don't open any jars. I'm good for more than that."

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

"Hmm, if I sort you into Slytherin, do you promise to start some kind of on-campus business named Fucking Dark? It doesn't have to be a bar!"

[future-tinman.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Marcus shrugged. That business might be Fucking Dark Chop Shop, which, when he thought about it, had a ring to it.

"So I hear you're completely insane. What the hell happened to you?" Since he didn't care where he went, it didn't bother him to ask.

Slytherin!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Your bribe has been accepted!

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