#curtispop

6. If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

Bloody November -- Oh My StarsPumped Up Kicks -- Foster the People

Look at the lyrics and tell me you don't see J.D. in them omg

11. What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Answered!

20. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

WHAT_MAKES_YOU_HAHA.MP3. Everyone. Genuinely, he wants to take out everyone because they're a rotten, wicked, depraved lot.

21. Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

1) To be able to stay in Sherwood longer than his dad's latest project. It isn't Vegas, but it sure is fun.

2) Probably to at least say goodbye to his mom -- miss her as he may, he doesn't necessarily want to bring her back as it would mess with the natural order of things. He just wants closure.

3) Maybe a new radio since he shot his and dad isn't very keen on buying a new one. Nice one, Jason.

// Just a note, for anyone that’d be interested in watching it, there’s several copies of the full movie on youtube for free. Even clean cut editions in HD.

"For the Mustang, anyway.”

Sophie's grin widened as Soda's eyes found her. She'd never get tired of that little buzz his eyes gave her, those dark eyes walking all over her. The soc could see why so many girls stopped by the old DX, her own gaze was drawn to Soda's form, lingering on his chest and arms... Batting her eyelashes, she tried her best to act innocent in spite of her actions.

   He doesn't know where he is. That's normal after he's apparently lost such a large amount of time ( last he can remember, it had been Thursday night. ); at least he can remember his name. He's Will Graham, now it's apparently some time in the afternoon, and he doesn't know where he is. Coupled with the trembles that run through him and that horrible, horrible pain in the back of his head, he's left wondering how the hell he's managed to wander somewhere so utterly unfamiliar. ( God, did he leave enough food for the dogs..? Maybe he can call someone to feed them while he finds his way back. )

   There's no phone, no wallet in his pocket.                                          ( Ooooof course. )

   Catching sight of the car repair shop was probably a saving grace at this point. Hands firmly in his pockets, the Special Investigator wandered over, looking around for someone he could ask for help. ( Help required him to be social... He could only hope this would be worth it. )

*covers self in leaves*

*Screams into the dirt*