Deals and Drinks and Slightly Depraved Desires (Closed RP for Richard and Camilla)

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((Backdated to 7/17ish.))

( Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. )

Alice Cullen (Twilight Series)

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[[Approved by Edward-mun!]]

Alice Cullen was not ordinary in any sense of the word. She had short, black hair that would make any normal girl snicker. She was very small and pixie-like, and graceful in her movements, which would make any dancer green with envy. She had a family of very attractive ladies and gentlemen that made every normal person turn their heads to stare. Oh, and she was a vampire who had visions of the future from time to time. That, too.

Carlisle had sent her to look for Edward. After the family left Forks, he had disappeared to God-knows-where. Carlisle was the first one to hear the news about Edward living at Hogwarts, and immediately sent a very worried Alice to join him there. And the next morning, Alice Cullen arrived at Hogwarts to enroll herself.

She entered the Sorting Room at a brisk pace. She nearly sprinted across the room until she came upon the familiar three-legged stool that had a sheet of parchment and a quill on top. She picked up the sheet and scanned it quickly.

What kind of school asks you questions like these to get in?

She shrugged and scooped up the quill, eager to get these questions over with so she could find her brother

( The Application )

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

[Open RP] The Glorious Returnings of US of A's Biggest Fan-ny

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It was a glorious day for Khazakstan. Having not been excuted because his movie had not done badly at the American 'office of boxing', Borat Sagdiyev had quickly decided which fine country to return to next. The proud land of Scott Land. Though Borat still wasn't sure who this Scott was, and why he got a whole country named after him, his last visit had proved that there were many nice woman here - although none could ever match up to Pamela, of course.

Also, the person he'd tried to buy the ticket off had no idea where "Aryan Land" was, so "Scott Land" it had to be. So much for visiting Ireland.

Proudly clad in nothing but his eye-blindingly yellow man-bikini and white sneakers, Borat strode into the hallway, coming face to face with a moving painting. He took this strange phenomena completely in stride. "Ah, hello, I am Borat!" He greeted, grinning enthusiastically, his heavy accent twisting his words. "I come from Khazakstan. I have seen the photo-pictures of women like you. You are very nice! How much?"

The woman in the painting abruptly ran away.

Far from disheartened, Borat moved to the suit of armor a few feet away. "My name is Borat!" He greeted the suit of armor by kissing it on both cheeks of the helmet. "Do you know where I can find womens? Perhaps you are a woman inside, yes? That is what I always tell my brother - he has the retard-ation, and cannot get any vah-jin! Haha!"

Anybody passing by would be treated to the sight of Borat trying to somehow look inside the suit of armor just to see if it was secretly a woman.

"How can I make with the sexy times if you will not remove this full-body metal con-dom?" Borat complained loudly for anybody to hear. Would nobody help him in his quest for sexy times?

Application: Agent Smith (The Matrix)

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A tall, thin man, dressed in a neat, black suit, tie and sunglasses, walked into the center of a room, the tap of his shiny black dress-shoes against the floor echoing with each step. He looked around, slowly, expressionless. He tapped a cord attached to his ear, once, twice... Nothing. He glanced about himself once more and then removed the cord, a tiny smile playing at the corners of his lips. Wherever he was, it was not the Matrix.

A desk appeared in the center of the room, a single sheet of parchment resting atop it. Frowning, Smith approached the desk and raised the parchment to read what was written there. He did not remove his glasses as he read.

( Never send a human to do a machine's job. )

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

Application for Dale Smither from "Heroes"!

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((Another Hero? SAY IT AIN'T SO. :P Spoilers for the episode 'Unexpected', just to be safe. And approved by Sylar-mun. ^^)

( ...You're kidding. )

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

Blink. Blink.

" ...D.S.?"