{{ get out alive :: a tryout form :: no posting }}

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A form for the lovely re-adoption of Jacinth, Marouk.'s old JBD. <3 Please do not post, as I am trying to keep everything well-organized. With that being said, I'd appreciate if you kept your hands to yourself. What does this mean? It simply means please don't start grabbing bits and chunks of my form (whether it be art, ideas, stories, etc.) and throwing them into your form. That is extremely rude, and I will not hesitate to PM mordiarty and report you to her. I mean, seriously! I did not spend all my time thinking this stuff up and writing it down so someone could just decide to mosey on over and pick out what they like. This isn't a store! ^^;

I'd like to wish a strong good luck
to all of my competitors before I
begin. Jacinth/whatever you
decided to name him is a lovely
Bean, and I'm positive that with
all of these people wanting him,
he'll go to an amazing home.
Whether he is a person's first
Bean, or their last, I hope that
he goes to a loving home, where
he will not be neglected.
Buono Fortuna!

post one :: warnings and brief introduction
post two :: about the applicant
post three :: the basics
post four :: personality
post five :: history
post six :: stories
post seven :: art
post eight :: interview
post nine :: journal
post ten :: miscellaneous info

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||username/a bit about you||
Hallo, marouk. and mordiarty! If you have not already guessed, it's me again, the hobo living behind your trashcan I MEAN dangit memphis. As you can see, I have a very...odd sense of humor, judging from that wondrous display of comedy up there.//end sarcasm
Let's see... I'm actually quite mature for my age. Or so I've been told. Maybe they were lying. When I'm not joking, I can be a tad bit of a killjoy, since I'm easily stressed out and quick to temper. But don't let that scare you away! I don't bite much.
I tend to get a bit too obsessive over certain things, such as numbers. For example, every time I walk up or down stairs, I start counting them silently to myself. I don't know why - it's not like the numbers are just gonna change or something. Must be my OCD.
I'm actually very sensitive, and will easily get upset over little things. Like I said, it doesn't take a lot to stress me out.
And finally, I'm an active user here on CS, not to mention that I love to draw. If you'll take a look in my gallery, you'll see that I'm constantly drawing... At least, when my stupid computer isn't acting up.

||are you a non-owner?||
Ah, unfortunately, yes, I'm afraid I am. I've tried out for 45+ Beans. Every single one of them, I lost. Badly. Usually to a lucky non-owner or an experienced senior in the community.
Wait a minute. That's pretty much everyone.
Yeah. I've not the best luck when it comes to winning these furry critters. In fact, not even two weeks ago I was in a LS with my two friends (who are both JBD owners) when I had pretty much given up hope in ever winning a JBD. Luckily, they convinced me otherwise, saying that it just takes a while. They boosted my confidence and soon after I was on the hunt for the perfect Bean for me.
And now, I believe I've found him.

||why do you want him?||
Ah yes, why I want him... Otherwise known as the question that will make or break my form. I've seen many people unsuccessfully attempt to answer this question in forms, thus resulting in their loss of the character they were trying for. Hopefully, that won't be the case here.
Well, here we go. This Bean is a handsome devil, one that I can easily see myself writing for. When I reserved my post on the topic, I claimed that he was a "Dream Bean". I can assure you that this is not a lie. I truly, sincerely believe that this boy is my Ultimate Dream Bean at the moment. All the other Beans I am trying out for? Their forms are going to stay on pause until I find out the results of this magnificent creature.
I remember a while back on the fan chat that everyone was talking about what their Dream Beans would look like. While everyone else was going on in specific detail on what that Bean would look like, I simply said, "My Dream Bean would be one I could easily connect with." And I've found that Bean here.
I recall vaguely a time where I had thought that I'd found my Dream Bean. That Bean was a re-adopt as well: the Popcorn Incident, I like to call it nowadays. Why do I call it the Popcorn Incident? For starters, Popcorn was the name of the re-adopt. I believed so strongly that he was my Dream Bean, that I spent everything I had on him and was probably the most annoying competitor in the whole competition. I thought he was my Dream Bean, but now I know that it wasn't the character that appealed to me. No, it was the design. The design was so simple, and the contest seemed so easy, so, being the foolish kid I was, I tried my "hardest" (of course, using that term as loosely as possible) to win him. In the end, of course, I lost, and even though (at the time) I was shattered by the loss, I now am thankful for my defeat. I strongly believe that, if I had won, I probably would have gotten bored with him and put him up for re-adoption again.
Fast forward to January eighth, 2014.
I'm searching casually through the Oekaki boards when a flash of brown catches my eye. Immediately I stop to click on the tiny thumbnail that has piqued my interest. I see this boy, and my world comes to a screeching halt.
There's something there... I could feel it instantly. Almost as if I was meant to find this boy. It's a strange feeling, but I like it.
I start to read up on him, and finally, after a few minutes of a heated self-debate, I decide to apply. Little did I know that decision would eat up all of my time on CS until this form is perfect.
Now, you may be wondering, "What makes you like him so much?" Or you might be bored out of your wits. Either way, keep reading. Not much longer to go, anyways.
His design is perfect. It's actually very simple for me to replicate, which is a strong must for me. I like how well the colors mesh together, and how you can practically see the personality illuminated in his eyes. I'll admit, I've always had a weakness for a color palette with lighter and darker shades of brown. His design fits so perfectly together that I can easily tell, just by looking at him, his design alone is a dream come true.
While everyone else is making him a happy-go-lucky silly character, I see much more room for development here. I can see an entirely different character here, one that I'd really like to make a reality. So I guess you could say I want him for the possibilities I find while developing him for my form.
There are probably at least five more reasons that I want him, but alas; this section is long enough as it is. I have one more thing to say before I move on, however.
I truly believe that I could give this boy the love he so rightfully deserves, but if either of you believe that someone else could love him more than I can, then by all means, choose them. Even if I don't win this boy, I'd still like to see him blossom into a well-developed character. I want to see him be loved and spoiled as he should be, and if I'm not the right person for him, then choose who you believe is. I'm not stopping you.

||usage(s)||
Basically everything. I’d use him in art, stories, RP’s… Pretty much anything I can think of. He’ll be given an ask page on both DeviantART and ChickenSmoothie, where people can ask him his personal opinion on things. (The dA one, I hate to admit, might not be so child-friendly language-wise. |D) I would doodle him everywhere and I would write short drabbles about him. He would forever hold a place in my heart as my first official Bean, not to mention an accomplished Dream Bean. However, I will make sure that he’s not my last. I, of course, would want to get a second Bean for him to interact with, so I’ll continuously try for more and more Beans to get him a little buddy as good company. Overall, he would be loved and cherished, and he would not be left in the dust.

||the vow||
If I, dangit memphis, am to win this Bean, I will cherish and love him every day that I own him. He will be used frequently and I will try to give him the love he deserves. However, if at any point, mordiarty or marouk. feels that I am unfit to own him, I give them my full permission to take him away and put him up for re-adoption again, so he may find a loving home yet again.

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||name||
Alistair Cooney, Jr. is this Bean's full name, but if you dare laugh at his surname, you might not live to see another day. He is very proud of his name, and won't hesitate to "talk with" anyone who thinks otherwise.

||name origin||
Alistair and Cooney are both of Gaelic origin, meaning "defender of man" and "handsome". So, altogether, his name means "handsome defender of man." Pretty fitting for him, if you ask me.

||alias(es)||
Alistair does not have that many nicknames, so most simply refer to him as Coon. He doesn't mind this nickname one bit, as he knows that "coons" (raccoons) are known for their cunning ways and vicious attacks.
He has another nickname: Allie. Call him this. I dare you.

||voice||
I imagine Alistair's voice would be somewhat gruff and low, with a tad bit of an Irish accent to it. The accent would grow stronger every time his voice was raised to its full volume, thus making him hard to understand. Without the accent, however, he sounds very similar to Goran Višnjić, also known as the voice actor of Soto, the Alpha Sabre in the movie "Ice Age."

||gender||
Alistair is obviously a male, and I warn you not to mistake him for a female...ever. If you do, the consequences will surely be dire.

||age||
Everyone is seeing Alistair as a young adult. I, however, can only see him as a middle-aged adult at least. So, to put it simply, Alistair is in his late thirties/early forties. No one knows for sure what his age is.

||birthday||
May 22, year unknown.

||height||
Alistair is roughly five feet, seven inches at the shoulder; approximately the same size as a full-grown cow, and almost a whole foot taller than this applicant!

||weight||
Around 1350 lbs.

||sexuality||
Alistair, believe it or not, is pansexual. He believes that love is love, no matter what gender you are. But it will take a lot to make him fall for you. Just a warning...

||marital status||
He's a single pringle who's ready to mingle! ...Not really. It'll take a lot for him to even consider liking you, actually...

||likes||
+Being alone = not completely, however. He likes his alone time, but without social interaction, he'd go insane.
+Fighting = Alistair is partial to violence, and will commonly pick fights with other Beans.
+Company = at times. Again, he likes his alone time.
+Music = certain types, though. If it's too loud or too quiet, he's quick to turning it off.
+Silence = or as he always says, "I like that sound you make when you shut up."
+Reading = certain genres, though. If it's too boring, he'll literally throw the book away from him.
+Zombies = if the zombie apocalypse were to occur, it'd be best to follow him. He's read, played, and seen enough Zombie apocalypse movies/books/video games to know what to do in that sort of situation.

||dislikes||
-Annoying Beans = Alistair hates it when Beans come to his den just to try and grate on his nerves. Usually, this ends in violence.
-Squids = they freak the heck out of him.
-Children = don't get him wrong. Kids are cute and all, but as soon as they start crying, Alistair's out of there.

||relationships||
Kensley:: Alistair... Doesn't actually know what to think of Kensley. She's quiet; that's nice. But perhaps a little too quiet? He sometimes tries to get her to talk, but that usually doesn't go as planned. In all, she's a nice Bean that needs to come out of her shell. Of course, he's never seen her at night, when she becomes very social. He's usually asleep by then.
{{ Kensley :: Neutral }}
Tezcatlipoca:: Alistair thinks that this Bean is extremely annoying. He'll commonly try to avoid Tez, because whenever he crosses the purple Bean's path, Tez will try to start a conversation with him. Now, Alistair isn't the most social Bean, so he'll try to leave. When Tez gets clingy, Alistair gets annoyed and will actually start to let his fury build up, but never come out. He doesn't want to kill the guy; he just wants him to leave him alone!
{{ Tezcatlipoca :: Enemy }}
Kiendra:: Alistair doesn't mind Kiendra, not one bit. In fact, he actually enjoys her company most of all. She is a Bean that he can go to with his problems, and she'll help him through it. He's glad to actually call her a friend.
{{ Kiendra :: Friend }}
Valli:: Another Bean that Alistair isn't sure what to make of. Like Kensley, she's very quiet. He doesn't mind this, but this one also has a mysterious aura about her. He doesn't really like that, but since she doesn't get in his way, he's fine with her.
{{ Valli :: Neutral }}

||accessories||
*Front leg gauntlets - ref - mandatory. Worn because he has weak front legs. These are almost never removed.
*A red plaid scarf - ref - optional. He mainly wears this when it's cold outside, which is actually quite often where he lives.
*Two dog tag necklaces - ref - mandatory. Both dog tags are silver, but they both have something different scratched onto them. The first is a long, oval-shaped one that says "Alistair Cooney Sr., 1939-1971." It has been confirmed that Alistair Cooney Sr. is indeed Alistair Cooney Jr.'s father, but according to Coon, his father was killed in a fire. These dates show that Alistair Cooney Sr. was 32 when he died, hinting that Coon is now somewhere around the age of forty-two. However, this is not confirmed yet. The second dog tag is a thin, rectangular one that only has three sets of numbers on it: "341-888-645". Nobody knows what these numbers mean, or why Coon won't speak of it. All they know is that he always wears these necklaces - always.
*Baseball beanie - ref - optional. It's nothing special, really. Just a dark navy-colored beanie with a red "B" on it; the Boston Red Sox logo. He commonly gets a lot of trash for wearing this team's beanie, but he just responds with a quick jab to the jaw. In other words: don't insult his team.
*Fedora - ref - optional. A black fedora with a red ribbon around it. He hardly wears this, due to the fact that people will ask to wear it. Too much of a social accessory if you ask him.

||quirks||
~Does everything in sets of numbers. For example, if he's walking, he'll count up to three each time he takes a few steps.
~Has an odd tendency to crack his bones every now and then. You know how you can crack your knuckles? He does this with his back, his legs, his tail - even his neck.
~Will click when he sees something that he wants but can't have. Much like a cat in this sense.

||hobbies||
Alistair likes going on long hikes in the mountains.
He also enjoys archery and fencing.

||fears||
Agateophobia - the fear of insanity.
Asthenophobia - the fear of fainting, or weakness.
??? - the fear of being hurt.

||hopes/dreams/goals||
To become a successful fencer/archer one day, or to at least have a family of his own. He wants to prove to himself that it's possible for him to find love, so he constantly dreams about the perfect mate for himself. He also wants to be able to love without the fear of being hurt.

||favorite time of day and why||
Alistair loves midnight, when the clock finally strikes twelve and the moon is at its highest peak in the sky. Everything is quiet, except for the wildlife, and he can finally be at peace with the world. He likes how dark it is, how only the reflection of the moonlight reveals what is truly out there. Is he afraid that something might attack him? Heavens, no. He finds that everything's more peaceful in the night, and that there is nothing to fear. Alistair likes thinking back to the days when he was a child, and just reminiscing in the moonlight.
That is why this is his favorite time of the day.

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||personality||

Alistair is, simply put, a hassle. He's hard-headed, difficult, and just plain rebellious. There's no way around it. He won't listen to any authoritative figures whatsoever, and practically lives by the motto "My way or the highway." It's hard to earn his trust, much less become an acquaintance of his. He commonly snaps at Beans, therefore coming off as quite rude and anti-social. Almost nobody wants to be around him because of this, and it seems as if he likes it that way.

However, dig a little deeper, and you'll see that Alistair isn't as cold-hearted as he's made out to be. He's just scared. Scared of losing his friends, scared of losing his reputation as the tough guy that everyone secretly looks up to. He wants respect, and he's earned that. But most of all, he's scared of change. He's scared that, if he changes into a more social Bean, others will laugh at him and make fun of him. And more than anything in the world, Alistair hates being laughed at. It's one of his major flaws; that he can't handle a joke or being poked fun at. If anyone mocks him, he'll counter with a sharp tongue lashing, or even a violent physical threat or attack. While this makes him seem like a bloodthirsty monster, he's actually really just afraid.

Alistair used to be happy and boisterous, confident and carefree. That all changed one day, because of an incident which took the life of his only friend, a younger Bean named Nevada. To this day, nobody knows what the incident was. All they know is that because of it, people started to fear Alistair, and he changed.

After the incident, Alistair changed drastically. He became everything he once despised; a cold, cruel-hearted Bean who would snap at anyone and everyone who came across his path. And it's because of this that he has to come face-to-face everyday with the one thing that he's scared of the most.

Himself.

Yes, you heard me correctly. Alistair, out of everything there is to fear, fears himself. He's afraid because, after that incident, he did just what he didn't want to do in the first place; he changed. He changed his appearance (clothing-wise), he changed his attitude, and most of all, he changed everything he had fought so hard to earn in the first place.

However, this doesn't make Alistair all bad. Oh, no. There's a slight chance you may be able to break through the walls that barricade his heart, and if this happens, he will cling to you like a puppy. He won't leave your side, and will become extremely overprotective of you. Alistair will become a true friend until the end, one that will stick by you through thick and thin. But, I strongly advise you do not take his trust just to break it. If you do, you will sincerely regret it.

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||history||

Alistair's life has been shrouded in mystery for many years. All that is known is stated here.

Birth through Childhood
He was born to Abel Cooney on May 22, year unknown, and named in honor of his deceased father, Alistair Cooney, Sr. He was her only child, and the only thing keeping Alistair Cooney, Sr.'s legacy alive. Alistair Cooney, Jr. was, to say the least, spoiled rotten as a child. Everything he wanted, he got, but it was never enough to make him a "little brat", as most would say. Alistair Jr. did not ask for much as a child. If anything, he would ask for something for his mother. He was a sweet child, wanting nothing more than to please his only parent, and was smiled upon greatly in his Jam, which consisted of two other families.
Alistair Jr., as a child, was taken advantage of constantly. Other small Beans would benefit from his kindness, and Alistair Jr. was none the wiser. His mother would try to warn him of the greedy children, but he paid no mind to her. As far as he knew, these were his friends, and they could be trusted.

Teenage Years
Alistair Jr. soon learned of his "friends'" antics, and stopped hanging around them. This upset them greatly, and from then on, they picked on the now-adolescent Alistair. Alistair traveled with his Jam soon after on a 'vacation' of sorts, meeting a young girl Bean by the name of Nevada. They quickly became the best of friends, though Alistair was hesitant to befriending her. What if she just wanted to take advantage of him like his previous friends did?
When he was at the age of fifteen, Alistair's mother came down with a horrible case of tuberculosis. She died nearly a month later, leaving a devastated, immature child behind. Alistair refused to eat for days, almost weeks on end. It took a lot of convincing, but when Alistair saw that it was breaking apart his relationship with Nevada, he quickly reverted back to his old state of mind to show her that he would be alright. He had already lost one loved one; he didn't want to lose another so soon. Although he missed his mother dearly, he had no intentions of losing the only friend he had in these rough times.

Adulthood
Flash-forward thirteen years. At the ripe age of twenty-eight, Alistair is now an adult, and is currently realizing his feelings for Nevada. He makes the most important decision of his life, and goes to propose to her one autumn night. However, fate had terrible plans for him.
When he arrived at Nevada's den, he entered quietly with a soft "Hello," all the while hiding the ring in his pouch. What he saw was a most horrendous sight.
Nobody know how the corpse had ended up in such a mutilated state. All they know is that Alistair Jr. raced into the nearest Jam, hysterical and about ready to break down. Immediately, the rumors began to fly. "Alistair did this. He was the only one near her at the time of her death, so he had to have killed her."
Alistair couldn't believe it. Beans he was once close to had now deemed him a monster, thus kicking him out of their Jams and causing him to become an outcast. He tried so hard to prove his innocence, but nobody would believe him. So he changed. He became everything they thought of him to be; a cold-hearted monster with no feelings for any Bean but himself. Older Beans flinched when he walked down the street. Young Beans would watch from behind corners, darting off when he scowled at them.
He had finally become a monster.

Now
Alistair doesn't speak of his past life; he doesn't speak of Nevada, or his mother, or anything. All he is concerned with is the present. And he prefers to keep it so that no one knows anything of him. If someone mocks him, he attacks. If someone calls him a vicious monster, he'll prove them right.
He's changed so that he can hide behind his new shell. He's changed to forget everything.
And he likes it that way.

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||stories||

"Coon! Wait up!" Kiendra's cries ring out in Alistair Cooney's ears as his one true friend falls back. He can smell their death and sickness catching up to her...
"Kensely! Valli! Go on ahead. We'll catch up." The two female Jellybean Dragons nod with fear and run ahead. Falling back, Coon rushes to Kiendra's side. "Hurry!" He says gruffly, pulling her arm along, throwing random bits of debris and fallen weapons at the hoards. He finally sees Valli's face in sight, beckoning him into an abandoned warehouse. Quickly he dashes in, and Kensley slams the door shut, locking in and then proceeding to pile up various junk in front of it for extra protection.
"W-who are you?" A timid voice calls from the corner. Coon recognized that voice.
"Tez?" Valli called into the darkness. The purple-striped JBD stepped out of the shadows with a rusted spear in his hands. Coon noted that it hadn't used it yet, but that look in his eyes told him that he would if he had to. Then Tez saw him.
"Alistair!" Dropping the spear, he rushed to Coon's side and started jabbering on and on about what had happened. Coon despised this guy, but he couldn't let him die here. Soon the door broke down. Their sickly faces made Coon almost see his lunch again. But I didn't actually have lunch... That's not important! Think Alistair! Coon looked over at the petrified faces of Kensley, Kiendra, Valli, and Tez. "PleaseletmecomewithyouI'mtooyoungtodieIpromiseIwon'tmesswithyouanymoreortalktoyouor..." Tez started to rant on.
"You know, I really hate you." Coon said. "But I can't let you die. Hurry up." Coon pushed everyone towards the ladder that led to the top of the roof. The mobs surrounded Coon and his friends and enemy. Suddenly, it hit him. He knew what to do.

He was just messing around and never meant for it to happen! Coon was reading a book about (you guessed it) the zombie apocalypse. He especially liked this one because someone revives the dead, and the only way to stop the chaos was if the person who revived the zombies died. Of course, Coon thought it would be better if the mage was turned into a zombie instead, then none of it would be resolved. Putting on his hat and scarf, Coon went out for a walk. On his way through the park, he ran into Kiendra, the only bean he could call a friend. "Kiendra," Coon said, sitting on the bench with her, "If anything bad were to happen-"
"-an apocalypse, maybe-" Kiendra inserted.
"-would you stick by me?"
Kiendra looked a bit confused. "Well, of course I would, but why are you asking that?"
"Just wondering. Thanks for the conversation." Coon then promptly got up and kept walking. Then he came to the place he wanted to be. The cemetery. Walking in and closing the gate behind him, a strong wind ruffled Coon's fur as he stood in front of the cemetery. "Rise, my dead minions! Et comedetis ipsum!" He looked around... and nothing happened. Those were the words from the book though, Coon thought, walking away. Of course, he expected that it wouldn't work, but he was a little disappointed. Then there were screams. And blood. Coon whirled around in fear. He had commenced the zombie apocalypse. He ran to collect Kiendra, Kensley, and Valli. Even though two of them he wasn't sure on, he couldn't let them suffer that fate. Grabbing Kiendra's arm on the way back to his house, he led her inside.
"Owwww, what was that for?" She mutters, rubbing her arm.
"Are you blind, woman?! The zombie apocalypse has started! We have to survive!" Coon raised his voice at her. In no time, Valli and Kensley made it over. But just barely. The paws were banging on the door; it wasn't going to hold for long. Coon grabbed his bow and arrows. He looked towards Valli. "You open the door, I'll shoot." Valli nodded and let the door open. All heck broke loose in that household that day. The four made it out with their lives. Switching from house to house, the foursome came to the roof of the warehouse.

Coon remembered the book. "Goodbye, my friends." He said, attempting to blink away tears. Kiendra knew what was happening. She had tears dripping down her face. She couldn't say anything, and he knew it. Walking to the end of the roof, he looked down at the growing mobs. Good thing he chose a good building. "Slán, my friends."
And he fell.

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"Hello, Alistair!"
-grumbles something unintelligible-
"Before we get started, I wanted to ask you how you're doing."
"Fine. Can I go home now?"
"Whaaaa? No, dude! We need to get this interview finished!"
"Of course, of course. Since you decided to procrastinate again..."
five minutes of arguing later...
"Alright. Let's get this interview started. The most popular question so far is: 'What do you keep in your pouch?'"
"...That's a bit personal, don't you think?"
"Alistair. Answer the question."
"Fine, fine..." -pulls out 'World War Z' by Max Brooks- "Huh. I forgot I had this in there."
"A Zombie book. Of course." -rolls eyes-
-glares and pulls out a picture frame-
"Ooh, what's that?"
-looks at it and his face pales drastically-
-shoves the picture frame back into his pouch- "...A bad memory. Let's just leave it at that, okay?"
"Dude, it can't be that bad..."
"It is, alright?!"
-holds up hands defensively- "Alright, alright, yeesh! No need to get snippy..."
"Can we just continue this stupid interview already? It's putting me in a bad mood..."
-grumbles something- "Alright... Second question: 'Why are you so grumpy all the time?'"
"Why are YOU so nosy?"
"...Next question. 'Alistair, what annoys you most of all?'"
"Idiots who think they know everything. Gossipers who like spreading stupid rumors. Stupid little kids who think it's alright to push someone around because they're nice to everyone."
"... Okay then. And our final question, because the authoress is running out of ideas: 'If you were to pick one Bean out of your Relationships list to spend a whole day with, who would you choose? Why? Who wouldn't you choose? Why wouldn't you choose them?'"
"Okay, that should've been obvious. For the Bean I'd spend a whole day with, Kiendra. Why...? She's the only tolerable Bean there is, it seems."
"Or maybe you just like her?" -wiggles and smiles suggestively-
"...Say that again. I dare you."
"Okay, nevermind, I'm an idiot... And the Bean you wouldn't want to spend a day with?"
"Duh. That... Tez guy, or whatever his name is. He talks way too much. It's irritating."
"Right. So that's all we've got for today, so I guess we'll close out of this segment. Say bye, Alistair!"
"See ya."

[Novi]

January 14, 2014

Dear Journal,
I have no idea why Memphis made me start this. She said that I get too emotional every day over the littlest of things (which is a complete lie), and that I should find a new outlet. She suggested this and immediately shot down my idea of archery. Said something about me most likely going to try and kill someone; that's a load of trash, and she knows it.
Anyways, I guess I'll start off by telling you a bit about me, if I'm going to be pouring my heart and soul into this thing every time I start feeling like I'm on the verge of mental warfare.
My name is Alistair Cooney, Jr., and I am not a liar.
All my life, people have deemed me the antagonist of the story. But that's not true, and they know it, those little prisses. They think they're all that and then some, and it makes me sick to the stomach. They don't get what they want once and they throw a huge fit about it like it's some big deal or whatever. Sure, I might not be one to talk, seeing as I always got my way, being an only child to a single parent and all. But did I complain when I couldn't get something? No! I sucked it up and dealt with it. These idiots need to learn a thing or two about respect. Not everyone can get their way all the time.
Needless to say, I'm commonly mistaken as a misanthropist. That is, other Beans believe that I hate everyone and everything. But that's not true. I make relationships with other Dragons, sometimes even other species. However, the things I'm going to tell you, I fear, are too morbid to tell another living soul. So that's why I'm keeping you a secret. You're going to be with me at all times, and I swear to God, if anyone finds this I'll
Right. I have to keep this child-friendly, 'cause Memphis doesn't want anyone to see this and start thinking I'm a murderous psychopath. Let's just say, if anyone reads this, they'll be hurting the second I find out.
It's late now. I should be heading off to bed. Well, goodnight, and I might write in here soon again. I guess it was alright pouring out my emotions in here. Maybe I'll do this again sometime.

Sincerely yours,
Alistair Cooney, Jr.

[Novi]

||theme song||
Echo - Jason Walker

||why i chose that song||
The lyrics seem to speak a lot about his personality, and how he actually feels inside. "My echo, echo, is the only voice coming back/shadow, shadow is the only friend that I have" is pretty much how he feels every day. He feels that his shadow is his one true friend, one that will never betray him and will stay true to him and him alone, and that he's the only one he can trust with a secret.

Thank you for reading this form, and I pray that Alistair/whatever his new name is goes to an awesome home where he's loved every day.