
Username - The Lost soul
Bean name - Anarchy
Bean gender - female

The Lost soul:
"Well, how are you doing today?"Anarchy:"I would have to say I am doing rather ruggedly, unkempt, and feeling really inept. I am rather achy, my head is hurting from all these studio lights, the small microphone you had clipped to my chest is driving me insane with irritation, not to mention the smell of this place. It smells like a germaphobe's garage, that musty concrete and dust smell mixed with the intoxicating chemicals of your regular janitorial cleaning supplies. Really sickening. That, and the coffee you serve here is a downright disgrace on all ground-bean beverages."
The Lost soul:
"That sounds.... interesting, now, anything about your parents? What's your relationship with them?"Anarchy:"My parents? What about them? My mum is the best mum I could've gotten and she did the best, regardless of her financial state, and my father was a good solid man with a stern schooling to him. Gave me respect for higher authority and pushed me to my potential. They were pretty darn good parents, and every bit of their love and nurture 'as brought me to be a better bean. They weren't perfect, and if you say anythin' about me mum, I'll 'av your head on a platter! She was a bloody good bean, a darn good bean."
"Okay, okay....apologies for asking, now, what about some interests? Got anything to share?"Anarchy:"I do a lot of art, tattoo art, hair styling, piercings, custom accessories, stuff like that. I like to give people a unique edge without having to give in to society's definition of 'different'. As you can tell, I do my own hair. I change it occasionally, but I like it this way. Keeps my color scheme flowing. Don't cover up your natural beauty, but enhance and use it like the foundation for a masterpiece. I tell all my clients that. I have a hobby on the side. I love to go out and do some graffiti on the sides of walls. Sometimes I get paid, sometimes I get permission, and sometimes they hate it and tell me to scram. I might sometimes go out and try new things, but most of the time, it strikes out and I hate it. Especially crochet. Never got the hand of it"
The Lost soul:
"Well, that's a bit to take in. Furthermore....mm....neh....ah, here we go. What do people say about you? Like, what have you heard? Anything you found offensive or downright wrong?" Anarchy:"I'm narcissitic, rude, recalcitrant to anybody I don't see fit to lead, prosaic sometimes, excessively pejorative, sardonic, desultory, and passive aggressive. I am bipolar, switching from obdurate to compassionate sometimes. I don't deny it, as I find their opinions to be true. Oh, I'm also brutally truthful. I can't lie to someone's face even if it kills me. Something I kinda just... can't do. Like how your face is so grey, tired and sickly. It's like you're one of the undead. Seriously."
The Lost soul:
"Well, being honest here, aren't we? Heh, good one.... Finally, I have one more question. Exactly...what scares you? Everyone here wants to know what scares the big, bad bean. So... tell us. What makes you shake in your own boots, tighten your breath, clasp onto dear life in pure terror?"Anarchy:"...I...I really dislike the feeling of emptiness. Like the, the white walls of an emptied room? Those are pretty chilling. I have my walls covered, my windows open, and I am naturally white, but... I can't stand the feeling of a blank slate. It's too....empty. Like the vacuum of space, or the silence of a vacant home, the grim statuesque, lifeless feel of a graveyard.... Anything that feels empty just... freaks me out. Something to do with the thought of being forgotten. The loss of existence, to be without anything, and to fully be incapable of...anything. Things like being paralyzed for life, sitting in a blank white room, floating in a vacuum, swimming out into the ocean where you don't see the floor beneath you or the fish... I'd be okay if there were sharks or birds or...just something. The pure calm and emptiness of the water below me just freaks me out. To be without....to not be... it's just really something that scares me. Makes thinking about my life and existence all the more scarier...."
Art:
Bad girlused in the above as form deco.