[mercury.]

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→ username ?

Three

→ your name ?

Nat. Just Nat.
He looks skeptical, as if unsure of it.

→ so, you're a boy ?

If the voice didn't give it away, I think you might want to get your hearin' checked, but yes.
He snorts, finding it hard to take the officer seriously.

→ i don't know why i bothered stopping by, but why don't you tell me about yourself ?

Well, my best memory would be sittin' on my dad's livin' room floor and listenin' to him and his band jam out. Man, they knew what music was. I can listen to anythin', but their stuff was gold.
A look of nostalgia passes over his face, different from his usual impartialness.

→ ah, does that have anything to do with why you're here, Nat ?

Depends, officer, what are you accusin' me of?
He quirks a smile, almost challenging.

→ we caught you selling illegally burned CDs, i don't need sass from you. how'd you get started in that ?

No harm in tellin' ya as I'm sure you've already decided my fate. Off to the slammer, yeah? When I was little, Dad would lend me his CDs, but after I left, money was tight. There's a quote... "If music be the food of love, play on." and I believe music is also the food of life. Sure as hell kept me going through the darkest o' times. I sell music for cheap, 'cause I know people need it, and I refuse to feed th' machine they call the music industry.
His smile has disappeared, replaced with a hard look, stern.

→ you know what you're doing is wrong ?

Yeah, s'pose it is, but to me, it feels right. How can something like that be wrong? Its not as if those pigs are living dollar to dollar like me and the rest of the kids on the street.
His eyebrows furrow, determination flashing over his features.

→ i'm afraid that doesn't really cut it. anyone gonna be wondering where you are ?

Nah, Dad's done with me.
Despite the gravity of the sentence, he looks uninterested.

→ huh, can't say i'm surprised. let's go

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[Evil Muffin Overlord]

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Answers in BLUE are equivalent to filling in the form.

Interview:

???

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Hello, this is Keplyn, here today to talk to...

???

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Me. Sharpie Ink.

Keplyn

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Uh, yeah... Like he said, I'm talking to young mister Sharpie Ink! He's agreed to allow me this interview under only one condition, that I only ask up to five questions! Isn't that right?

Ink

X

Does that count as a question?

Keplyn

X

Hahaha! Heh. Ha. No. It doesn't, ah... What can I call you? And yes, this one does count.

Ink

X

Just call me Ink. No Sharpie, or Sharp, or Inkie, or anything stupid like that. Just. Ink.

Keplyn

X

Sounds simple enough! Alright, then Ink. What's your favorite color, or colors? A simple question, I hope you're up for it!

Ink

X

Ugh. This interview thing was really one of my more stupid idea's. My favorite color is Orange. If I'm allowed to have two favorite's, they'd have to be Orange and Purple together.

Keplyn

X

Nice, nice... Pretty fond of those two myself. I'm done with simple questions now though, be ready to think a little harder. Have you ever been... In looooove? If so, do tell! :3

Ink

X

Blech! No way, girl's are icky, and none of the guys'll have anything to do with me...

Keplyn

X

Oh, someone sounds a little bitter. I think you're lying, better answer that question again...

Ink

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Fine. Yes, I've been in "loooove" before, but I don't want to talk about it... It was a long time ago, and... He hates me now, leave it alone, okay?

Keplyn

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I'm... I'm sorry... Um...

Ink

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Finish your questions, and don't take too long, I'm busy...

Keplyn

X

Alright, last two then... What are your thoughts about me? No holding back, mind you! I want your complete and total honesty!

Ink

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Eh, you're a bit annoying, but I don't mind you too much. Some of theses questions are getting a bit personal, but other than that, well, I'm not mad at you or anything. You wouldn't have known, and-

Keplyn

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No need to get worked up about it, I understand. Last question, are you ready? ... No, that's not the question. What... Is your quest?

Ink

X

What?!

Keplyn

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Answer the question, Ink. I'll even repeat it if you need me to-

Ink

X

No, no... I'm good. I just... I don't think I understand the question... Um.. My... Quest? I suppose my quest is to go home and stop being bothered by all these random people...

Keplyn

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AND IT SHALL BE DONE! Thank you for your time, and for your energy, have a great day, and... I hope we meet again... Someday.

Ink

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... Weirdo.

Art

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Hey guys!

Keplyn

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... No Arthur, no.
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Just kidding!
Here's the actual art. ^w^

"Yeah... I was in 'love' once... He hates me now though."

[Tricksters]

Interview:
Username - Tricksters
Bean name - Tobias Kiko Gener
Bean gender - Male

1-5 interview questions -
Art: Optional

[MegaCherrio]

________________ when good girls ｇｏ ｂａｄ ________________

Solae;; "Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm Solae Luna, owned by MegaCherrio, and I'm working for the New York Post as a journalist this summer," Solae smiled kindly, and held out her paw. "... but I'm trying to get accepted as an intern for the New York Times. I'm wondering if you would take the time to allow me to interview you, it will take but a moment."
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Avelon;; Avelon turned around to look at the strange pink dog who had stopped her on the way out from the Hilton Hotel she had stayed in overnight. She bit her lip, not really interested in talking at the moment. She was about to refuse, and hurry off on her way, but she saw the genuine eagerness in the girl's mismatched eyes gleaming back at her, and she gave in. She wasn't much older than herself, Avelon noticed. "Sure, why not?" she responds finally. Her voice is rather low, and tinted with a light unrecognizable accent. She blows a bit of pink-tipped hair from her magenta eyes.
xxx

Solae;; "Oh! How wonderful, thank you so much for your time," Solae exclaimed, her voice sounding surprised by Avelon's answer. She was trying hard to push the excitement out of her eyes. "To start, just some basics - your full name, gender and age."
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Avelon;; Avelon sighs softly, repeating the words her parents had engraved into her mind like she was a robot. Reciting facts, that was all. "Avelon Nicole, female, age 16," she growled. You had to know these kinds of things if you were going to live in a city, after all. People hurried by along the busy New York streets, and Avelon felt strangely exposed or vulnerable with all their eyes glancing over her for a moment before pulling away, speeding their walk a bit like she was some sort of virus.

________________ in case you missed it ________________

---Username; MegaCherrio
---Name; Avelon Nicole

define → /a-va-lon • n(i)-co-le/ Avelon
means "island paradise", while her last
name, Nicole, means "victorious one."
---Gender; Female
---Age; 16 years old

Solae;; Solae scribbled Avelon's response in loopy handwriting in her small leather journal. A lopsided gray fedora slipped down over her eyes, and Avelon found herself admiring the pretty white rose attached to it. "Have you heard or seen of the graffiti that had popped up all over the city overnight?" she asked, all seriousness returning to her bubbly voice. She flicked her tail in the direction of the outside wall to the fancy Hilton hotel Avelon had come out of moments before. Three words were written across it in clear, bright pink spray-paint. She didn't wait for Avelon to continue. "Ah, well of course you have ... what do you think of this inspiring work?"
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Avelon;; Avelon felt herself wince. She knew that was just what the interview would be about - the "inspiring" graffiti painted all over the city last night, the twenty-eighth of March. "Oh, that," she said rather disappointed. She decided to play along, looking in the direction the journalist pointed her towards, and pretending to admire the handiwork. You are beautiful were the three words on the wall. A crowd of police officers were examining the scene, and the front of the hotel wall was surrounded in bright yellow tape. A few people stopped for a moment to admire the letters, and murmur among themselves. "It sure takes some guts for a girl to go out and do that, and now knowing the police is probably out to arrest her. It's an amazing thing ... yes, I would call it inspiring work, I suppose. I just hope she's smart enough to not get caught." Avelon answered, listening carefully to the furious scratching of Solae's pen against her notebook.
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Solae;; Solae finished her notes, and looked up at the girl who was staring wistfully at the pink letters. She smiled, her sun and moon eyes and flopped-over ear giving her a sort of silly, little-girl expression. "Alright. Do you know of anyone who would be helped by this act, or maybe anyone who you think knows who did this?"Avelon could tell she desperately wanted to figure out the mystery the police hadn't solved yet. That kind of city news made big headlines, especially for a aspiring journalist.
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Avelon;; "I don't really think this would be of much help to your article, but seeing something like this a couple years back would have helped me." Avelon looked away from the police men and crowds of people chattering busily and back at the reporter. She tilted her head slightly, as if urging her to go on. "I was born in Boston, and then moved here when I was eight or so. My dad left when I was just born, and my mother never acted like a mother should, and I mean that can be good sometimes; she was always letting me go home alone and put myself to bed since she worked the night shift as a bartender and wasn't around much. I've always had plenty of friends and all, and I s'ppose everyone in school sort of sees me as one of those bad girls, and either stays away or looks up to me, 'cause they all saw me as one of those over-confident girls. I think seeing something like this could've made a difference in my life. Knowing someone out there cares, and all." Avelon finished, taking a deep breath and focusing on an ant crawling over the sidewalk. Her cheeks were flushed a rose-petal pink, and she twirled her tail around her claws over and over.

Solae;; Solae had stopped writing when Avelon began to talk about herself and ... her past. She knew it was the least she could do, give her respect and make her feel comfortable with sharing such information. Her own parents were always around, and she didn't know at all how to respond. "Oh," she said at last, "I'm sorry." She tried to catch the girl's eye, to make sure it was alright to ask more questions, but she was too busy staring at the ground. "Avelon?" she asked quietly. The girl looked up. "You said 'she' earlier. Do you know anyone who may have done this?" she repeated the question again, concern lingering in her soft voice.

Avelon;; Avelon looked up quickly when she heard her name called. Her fur stood slightly on edge, and her magenta eyes were alert. "Know someone who did this?" Avelon asked, clearly surprised by the question. She ran her fingers through her short black and pink striped hair, sighing quietly. "No one I know of, and I hadn't seen anything ... suspicious either." She wouldn't use the word suspicious to describe this act. It wasn't suspicious, like a criminal running from the police after he robbed a bank, but more beautiful, like a hug on a cold day. She waited a couple seconds in the silence. The girl hadn't written anything down. The way she looked at her made Avelon's usually devious and cunning mindset slip away, and she felt like she fallen into a lake of nothingness. Avelon found herself quite frightened by the emptiness, no longer having anything to resort to when uncomfort filled her. Avelon kept watching the journalist's still hand, and she felt her breath speed up.She squeezed her eyes tight for a second. "Unless you can know yourself," she whispered at last, her voice shaking with the weighted words.

Solae;; Avelon saw the shock in Solae's eyes, and watched the dog take a step forwards, looking curious, but worried at the same time. "Avelon?" she asked again, "You did this?" The notebook sat almost empty, shaded from the bright sun by the journalist's hat. She saw no response from the dragon so concentrated at the cement. Solae was scared she didn't hear her. She allowed a couple seconds to pass by in almost silence, except for the shouting and honking of the busy city life around them. "Why?" she asked quietly, concern dancing in the creases of her face.
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Avelon;; "For myself." Avelon murmured, her voice calm like a delicate butterfly had landed on her shoulder, and she was trying hard not to frighten it away. She offered no further explanation, and the reporter didn't press further. Avelon fluttered her eyes closed for a moment, trying to calm her rapid breath.
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Solae;; Solae was suddenly afraid she had pushed too far into Avelon's "personal life", one of the warnings the woman had given her on her first day working for the New York Post. "Ask something irrelevant and easy ... like taking a step back," she had told her, and Lae remembered watching the lady, so intent on learning everything she could that summer. Without saying anything else, she racked her brain for a simple question to ask. "Thank you, Avelon," she squeaked almost silently, before continuing, "Uhh... one last question, if that's alright. What would you say your spirit animal would be?" she threw out randomly.
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Avelon;; Avelon heard her question loud and clear, but she was done with the interview. Her eyes were fixed on the police officers, asking pedestrians petty questions to figure the mystery she had so carefully planned, while the reporter was talking with the real culprit. She didn't respond like Avelon had expected - she was kind, accepting. It scared her. She was going to be in a lot of trouble when the journalist told the police. If she did, that is ... The irregular beating of her heart caused her body to tremble slightly, and Avelon felt the butterfly which had landed so carefully in her mind take flight and disappear into the foggy city air. Avelon took off after it, running as fast as her long legs could take her, her white and black tail streaming out in the cool city wind. My spirit animal? she questioned, the words bouncing through her head with every leap she took. I would say that would be a butterfly.

[freckledfangirl]

Interview:
Username - Mellony
Bean name - Cravache
Bean gender - male

1-5 interview questions -
Art: Optional

[casiopea]

Interview:

Username -

Mangoes, I'll be interviewing Sashta
for all of us!

Bean name -

Sashta. Call me
Sashta or Sasha.

Bean gender -

Female, by the looks of it if you didn't know.

How do you feel about your life?

What do you mean, my life? Hey, I sing, I rock,
I roll. It's pretty cool and all, y'know, it isn't that
bad! I'm completely fine, thank you very much.

What's your favorite pastime?
Okay,okay. You might be expecting me to tell
you I'd 'sing' by the looks of it, but I often write or draw. I can
express my feelings in that way, so I don't blab about my day publicly,
I rather write or draw them, and I keep them safe and stored, no doubt about
how many fans might want to get their dirty paws on my book!

You have a book?
Yes, I do. I draw and write in it.
Got that? I will absolutely NOT show it to you, mind you.


What's your favorite TV show?
Um....
I don't know, really. What do you think I
watch? O.o


If you ever got a chance to travel through time and space, where would you go?
TIME?!?!? AND SPACE?!?!?
Omg, no. You can't. Alright, I'd go to.....hmmm, I dunno.
YES. AGE OF THE EPICNESS OF DINOSAURS. AND RAPTORS.

[Bip]

Interview:



Username -
narcissistic narwhal

Bean name -

Yeah, I'm Jared. You can call me Jay or Jar Jar, if you want.
//whispers: woo, Star Wars!

Bean gender -

I'm male. I know, I know, the hair is pink, it looks "girly" and what-not, but I personally think it brings out my masculinity.

What is some of the music you're interested in? -

I'm way into soundtrack and instrumental. I love me some punk and techno though, too. Indie's also pretty great. I like a lot of genres, really.

Your disposition may seem a bit… off-putting, to some interviewers. What have your experiences been like with this? -

//stammers
Wha-… I'm perfectly fine. I don't know what you're implying by saying that. I look a bit punk, so what? It's what's inside that counts, right?
//hmmphs and shows pouty expression

What kind of animals do you like? -

Well, that's a bit generic… but, I'm sort of a fan of all animals, though I especially love little rodents, like hamsters and rats. So adorable!
//squishes face and blushes slightly

What is your favorite season and/or favorite type of weather? -

I love late fall when it's not quite cold but not hot either. All the dead leaves smell amazing. And my favorite kind of weather…. That would have to be light sprinkles of rain or cool sunny days. Something mild, moderate at most. I prefer calm things.

Art: Optional

Wipp~

[scootercore]

♔xR O C KxxxO N

★ username ⇒
frozen.

★ name ⇒
"My real name is Ashlyn. Most call me Ash, dunno why."

★ gender ⇒
"Female. I'm not going to show you, though. You'll just have to settle for my telling you."

★ Hello, Ashlyn! I'm here to ask you a few things. ⇒
"Who are you, an interrogator?!"

★ We'll get this over with quickly, then. What's the story behind your hair? ⇒
"If it's so urgent that you know the history of my scalp, fine. It was black and white, and my best friend suggested I
do something to match my eyes. And voilà, I colored my hair."

★ Interesting. Do you have any hobbies? ⇒
"I play computer games, like Minecraft or something like that. Horror games and sandbox games are my personal favorites."

★ What are your opinions on love? ⇒
"Honestly, I don't care much right now. I'm 15, not even close to old enough to find a mate. I want to focus on my schoolwork and my friends, anything else would simply make me implode under the pressure. So thanks, I'm good.

★ Well said, darling. ⇒
"Um, don't call me that. Can I go home now?"

★ Art ⇒

"All the n00bs worship me!"

[mitsurugi]

● Username ●
WowFace
● Bean name ●
Julia
● Bean gender ●
Female

That'd be me, i'm WowFace and today i'll be interviewing a special bean

That's me! i'm ready to be interviewed, but i've never actually been interviewed before, is there a certain way I need to talk or something?

No, just act normal. Did you want a mocha or something before we start?

I'm good thanks. But can I just say I absolutely love your shirt, the cheetah pattern's awesome!

Well thank you. Okay, so if you could just take a seat, we can get started.

Let's start off with something easy, could you tell me a bit about yourself?

-takes deep breath- well, my name is Julia, i'm a jelly bean dragon and don't worry, i'm nice. I'm a girl whose favourite colour is orange (yeah, did you think it was pink?), and whose favourite band is Imagine Dragons. Dragons? go figure. Well, anyways, I like to think of myself as fun and outgoing, but of course, that's just what I think and i'm probably more of a drag then anything. I love fish (as fish, not dinnertime) and my favourite fish is a koi, mostly the bright orange and white kind. Can I continue? some people say I talk too much, but that's mostly 'cause I have a million things on my mind, but I can be quiet if I really put my mind to it, and-

You can go on, I just want to know more about you, so talk all you like.

Well thank you, not everyone allows me to talk their head off, especially this collie I met the other day, he hardly let me say 80 words! 'course he was busy, I think he was on his way to some show, and he was a nice fellow, everyone's nice, but most people have these little parts that you don't care for, or just can't stand. -retrieves giant breath than continues- like this collie was one of those 'no funny business' sorts, he probably doesn't like ice cream 'cause it has a 'tendency to melt without permission', which is weird. But you know what's also weird?

I know plenty weird, but may we continue on to question 2?

Oh yeah, sure, what is it?

-Looks at clipboard- umm…what makes you happy?

Well, that's hard -looks at café ceiling-……………still thinking……………………………still thinking………………… I think just about everything. I guess i'm just a cheery bean. But my life is about the first, and all my amazing friends around the world. Fish also make me happy, especially when they go like this -makes out of the world bizarre face- or eating cake, cake makes me happy.

Cake makes me happy too. So here is question three, what are you passionate about?

That is a brilliant question, and don't laugh or anything, but the thing I am most passionate about is life.

Brilliant answer to a brilliant question, now here's number four, what would your ideal vacation look like?

I'd be in a café on Dream Street, tasting a certain person mic.

Wait, seriously? -nervous laugh-

-pssh- no, what kind of a vacation would that be?
Well, I would definitely have all my friends with me, and it'd probably be in a place that magically changed terrain, so we could do a ton of different stuff, like rock climbing (though i'm afraid of heights) and swimming. We'd have a lot of different foods and drinks, and toys, and…what else would there be? let's just go to question five.

Rats -snaps fingers- it's the last question, but here goes. How did you like the interview?

Loved it! as I said before, i've never been interviewed, so I was really nervous, but it was great. I always get nervous with new stuff it seems, but it mostly turns out okay.
I hope to see you around WowFace.
Oh, hey, can I taste your mic?

What, seriously? -pulls mic closer-

Yes, pretty, pretty, pretty please? with a cherry on top?

well…what's the harm, -slowly extends mic- but I gotta say, your weird.

All art is done by B E E P ! ! !

So Comfortable…
Headshot
Interview Time (or end?)

Please give a round of applause to Julia, who so willingly risked her life for this interview (not), and another round of applause for mic, who did give his life to this project.

[philocalist]

dropping :C