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  <title>Claude Rains</title>
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    <name>Claude Rains</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-06T01:41:35Z</updated>
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    <title>Application for Claue Rains (Curses and Gifts)</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T01:41:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T01:41:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was pushed into the room, kicking and biting (and there may have been hair-pulling; he was nothing if not willing to fight dirty), and as the door shut firmly behind him, Claude Rains stared around wildly.  His hair was shorn close to the skull and was standing on end, he was filthy, and he held himself stiffly as if not quite over a wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the bandages (dirty, of course, life on the run did not equal good hygiene) wrapped around his upper chest and shoulder confirmed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude scowled and stood awkwardly by the door, fingers twitching and his eyes darting from corner to corner.  He should go invisible.  He &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to go invisible.  But that would be giving away the big finish, wouldn't it, and it wasn't like he had anywhere to go.  So he contented himself to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd be an opportunity to run later.  He was sure.  He just had to wait them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite Disney movie, and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second Claude just stared before barking out a quick laugh.  His voice was hoarse with disuse and he gave the good doctor a withering little glance.  "Bit of a stupid question, isn't it?  Thought I knew all the Company's interrogation techniques."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying to figure out the angle, Claude answered, slowly, "Claire seems to be into &lt;i&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/i&gt;."  He snorted quietly, a faint, fond look crossing his face.  "Gets scared when the crows are on.  Have to let her hide her eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If given the One Ring, what would you do with it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A.) Destroy it&lt;br /&gt;B.) Use it&lt;br /&gt;C.) Pawn it&amp;lt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, for fuck's sake."  Huffing out a sigh, muttering under his breath, Claude forced a too-bright, almost menacing smile.  "Well, I wouldn't sodding &lt;i&gt;wear it&lt;/i&gt;, now would I?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please provide an explanation for your choice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just got an eyeroll.  If you had to explain it, then the joke was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in fairies--why or why not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yeah.  Clap my hands all the time, just in sodding case."  The sarcasm was thick enough to cut and Claude looked about two seconds away from all out strangling someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Association: What are your first thoughts upon hearing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Earth&lt;/i&gt;  "Planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Star&lt;/i&gt;  "Sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carrot&lt;/i&gt;  "Vegetable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pencil&lt;/i&gt;  "Writing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lechery&lt;/i&gt;  "The Company."  Oops, that was two words, wasn't it?  Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sock&lt;/i&gt;  "Oh, bloody &lt;i&gt;hell&lt;/i&gt;."  And he'd been doing so well.  "What the fuck does a &lt;i&gt;sock&lt;/i&gt; have to do with....  It's a thing.  Goes on your foot.  What do you want from me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nostril&lt;/i&gt;  "What I'm going to ram my foot up if I don't get some sodding &lt;i&gt;answers&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honor&lt;/i&gt;  A long pause, then Claude looked down.  Fidgeting, his hand unconsciously going to rub at the wound on his left shoulder.  "Partner," he finally muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Telephone&lt;/i&gt;  "Call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shrubbery&lt;/i&gt;  He smiled, just briefly.  "Knights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Purple&lt;/i&gt;  Getting impatient again, Claude sighed, "It's a fucking color, friend, and if we're doing the rainbow you're supposed to start with red."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever had or been exposed to anyone with kuru?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but I've been vaccinated."  He didn't appear to be joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And finally, you are free to bribe your judges in whatever manner you see fit. Be aware that I will know of all that you offer, and if it displeases me you may regret it deeply.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got nothing at all, mate.  Sorry.  But if you're offering a beer, I wouldn't say no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I understand that this community is made of crack and random, and that if I meta, godmod, harass, or otherwise act like a twink, my eyes will be torn out by voles I will get a smackdown__CR________&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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