Application for Marcus Wright: Terminator Salvation

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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__________"

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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Marcus glared at Kuronue. Not human, obviously, and why would a machine bother with wings when there were jet engines? He was glad the demon backed off, because another fight was the last thing he wanted.

"I'm not much of a funny guy," he said. "Glad you liked it." He didn't sound like he was pleased.

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"Yes, you are," he disagreed politely, sticking his head over his shoulder and tilting his head a little. He smiled then pulled back and continued circling. "You hold yourself like someone who knows how to fight," he mentioned casually, raising an eyebrow at him.

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"Been in a few brawls before," he said, turning so that Kuronue couldn't get behind him. "Can't say I did half bad. I've been able to walk away from them all so far."

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He stopped, and crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head a little. "But you're not human either are you? You smell off and your heart is annoyingly loud. I'm not surprised you walked away, they were probably either unconscious or dead."

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"I was then," Marcus said. "Now I just pack some extra punch. So what about you? Those wings do you any good in a fight?"

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"My wings work perfectly fine," he said, twitching a little. They weren't as large as most birds capable of flight needed but he made do. He got annoyed when people assumed they could not. "And I am certainly not human, merely humanoid. I'm a demon," he said, and grinned a little, if only to show off his fangs.

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Being confronted by a demon might have been scarier in his old life, but in the few days he'd been alive the second time, Marcus had become immune to most shocks and revelations. Marcus didn't even bat and eye at the fangs.

"I'm guessing that whatever you fight doesn't walk away, either."

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"Back home, no. But here, there is no death. I was shot in the head at point blank rage with an AK-47 and was only out for all of three seconds before I was revived." He sighed and shrugged. "People walk away these days with a few bruises or cracked ribs and live to tell the tale. This place is annoyingly peaceful, to tell the truth. It takes some getting used to."

Death was overrated anyway. His time in Netherworld, Meikai, was boring and mentally scaring at the same time. He wasn't looking forward to going back.

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"Heh." That shot to the head probably wouldn't even leave a dent. Now, getting shot in the heart was a different story. It was one less thing to worry about.

"I'm done with killing people, anyway. Not worth the trouble."

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"I had to seek other ways to relieve stress." Feed his cravings, more like it. Pork wasn't a very tasty substitute for humans, but it was too much of an annoyance to have to hunt off grounds, and modern day society amongst the humans wasn't something he wanted to experience alone. "And believe me, this place can be strange. And the people in it."

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"Relieve stress how?" Like complaining about stranger's hearts? "How strange are we talking about?" How closely did he need to watch his back?

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He grinned. "Fucking, usually. I used to kill things when I was angry or frustrated before, now I fuck my lover. Or I fly." He still thought his heart was obnoxiously loud. He didn't have one of his own, so its presence, the heartbeat, was repetitive and distracting.

"As for strange, a while ago it was raining pink shit and flowers were sprouting music while the sun shone and giggled. Food occasionally has strange results, like changing a person's gender or species. This is a school for wizards and witches, you realise. It gets very fucking weird."

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At the mention of sex, Marcus realized that it was like thinking about cheeseburgers. It sounded good, but there was no desire. He thought about Blair. He thought about Blair naked, pressed up against him like they had been that night at the racetrack. He liked her, sure, but thoughts of sex now came with that almost non-feeling that now came with thoughts of food or drink.

The human condition no longer applies to you.

"That stuff doesn't even sound strange anymore," he said. "I don't even know what to call weird."

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"Well good. Keep that attitude because even I've seen some fucked up shit and I come from a place where we tell the time by the rumbling of a demon king's stomach," he ranted, oblivious to Marcus' woe. "There's also the hat. Do whatever he says unless you want to end up kissing it or with a room full of cheese. You'll know what I mean when you see it, so don't even ask what I mean by that."

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"Just so I get my priorities straight," he said, trying to make sense of what he'd been told, "is this hat more fucked up than telling time by the rumbling of a demon king's stomach, or less?"

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"Nothing is more fucked up than the hat. But don't tell it I said that." He rather liked the current non-interference of the hat. He'd only had to deal with it once, his sorting, and after that it had all been pleasantly hat-free.

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Marcus looked at Kuronue's hat. "I take it you're not against hats in general?"

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He tilted his head. "No, just the Sorting Hat. Why? Do they maul faces off in your world or something?" He paused. "That'd be quite cool to see actually."

Kuronue snickered, images running through his head.

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Skynet-designed clothing. Scary. "They might," he said. "I wouldn't be surprised. I didn't stick around long enough to find out."

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Kuronue couldn't help but laugh. "I like you, Marcus," he said when he could breathe again. He began to pace a little, trying to keep himself from circling again. He needed to move, he wasn't one for standing still for too long.

"The only bad thing about you is your heart. I don't have one, so it's really extra loud, see. It's annoying."

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"You just haven't known me long enough yet for me to piss you off. Don't worry. It'll happen." He was almost joking. "Can't do much about the heart. I need my souped-up version."

Vote: Slytherin

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Kuronue snorted, though he was smirking. "Yeah I could say the same for me. In light of that, Slytherin would suit you."

He placed his hands on his hips and rocked back on his feet a little. "Well, if you ever find the volume on that thing, turn it down. And don't you dare have a room next to mine if you get into Slytherin because I will set traps and make you leave."