notaballad: (Smiling)

Name: Desmond Molloy
Character You're Auditioning For: Snoopy, but he'd settle for being Schroeder's understudy if Jude gets the role
Audition Song: Snoopy's song
Cold Reading or Monologue: The Red Baron
Audition: Desmond had no clue how he'd gotten roped into auditioning for this community play... )
notaballad: (Pressing lips together)
Quebec knew that the time had come. With Topher upset and the threat of remote wipes being used on anyone at any time, the Doll was certain that there was no better time for his lover and him to escape. Echo had survived on the outside for three whole months, and while it was true that she was very special, Quebec liked to think that Kilo and he were pretty special too.

One might even have made the argument that they were more special than Echo, since they both remembered bits and pieces of their former lives. Quebec, for example, knew that Desmond could phase. Quebec knew this to mean that he could pass through inanimate objects as if they weren't even there, and late at night, after everyone went to sleep, he would practice in his pod. It wasn't easy at first; he wasn't sure how to call forth the power and it took a bit to learn its trigger, but after weeks (months?) of practice, he was able to easily slip through the heavy glass plate sealing his bed off from the rest of the world.

Tonight was the night, and he could've sworn that he felt the very air around him thrumming. He gave Kilo a secretive wink as they went to bed, and then he waited. Waited for the Dollhouse to slip into a quiet state of rest. It was a little bit eerie how still the Dollhouse became at night, and Quebec could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He was certain that someone could hear it and would come running to investigate. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, calling upon a meditation technique he'd been shown. His heartbeat calmed, and then he sat up, his intangible body easily passing through the glass plate.

Once he'd pulled himself up and out of the pod, he moved over to Kilo's, reaching his hand down into the pod. "Kilo," he whispered. "Take my hand."
“...I’m not going to argue this with you again, dammit! I’ve had this discussion with you before, and I’ve tried to be a civilized adult, but you’re just too damn stubborn to listen!”

Gabriel frowned as he closed the front door of the apartment he shared with Desmond, his boyfriend’s angry voice the first thing that reached his ears. He could tell that Desmond was on the phone, and he shrugged off his light jacket, hanging it up on a peg near the door. “Des?” he said softly as he crept down the hall. It had sounded like Desmond’s voice was coming from the bedroom.

Desmond scowled, oblivious to the fact that his boyfriend was behind him. He was standing next to the bedside table with his back to the doorway, the phone to his ear, and he shook his head in anger. “Listen to me, Grandma. You’ve got two options here -- you can just accept the fact that I’m in love with Gabriel and that I’m going to stay in love with him or you can go fuck yourself!”
Gabriel winced at the reverberation of Desmond slamming the phone down into its cradle... )
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Desmond, when he was asleep (and quite honestly, most of the time when he was awake, as well), didn’t know the meaning of the words “personal space.” More often than not, Gabriel would wake up to his boyfriend’s comatose body draped across him in some fashion. He’d never really shared a bed with someone so clingy before, but Gabriel found that the longer Des and he slept in the same bed, the more he got used to it. On the nights when he stayed at his own apartment, Gabriel had surprised himself by being unable to sleep because he didn’t have the comforting weight of his lover against his body.

The same lack of sleep had plagued Desmond as well, but it wasn’t something that either of them would have to worry about ever again. They were settling into bed on their first night in their new apartment together, and Gabriel grinned as he felt the mattress dip as Desmond crawled into the bed. Gabriel felt an arm slip around his waist and couldn’t stop the smile that played across his face as Desmond curled up against his back.

“So,” he said quietly, his hand moving down to cover Desmond’s, which rested against his stomach.

Desmond smiled and placed a soft kiss on the curve of Gabriel’s shoulder. “So.”
'Here we are, in our own apartment...' )


You Are 80% Hyper



You have an energy unlike any other. You're full of pep.
People wonder how you are able to get so much done. You love to keep busy.

It's likely that you're very physically active as well. You have a lot of physical endurance.
You are also quite outgoing. You're quick to start up a conversation and make friends.

You have the drive, confidence, and motivation to take you far in life.
While you may tire some people out, someone else is always looking to feed off your energy.



... Wow, I totally expected it to be higher than that.


You Are Thick-Skinned



People may not always love you, but that's totally fine.
You're happy with who you are, and you don't really crave outside approval.


You love yourself, and that's the most important thing. You have high self esteem.
And because you don't care what other people think, they tend to like you a lot!



Yep, that's me! :D
Desmond stood at the sink, actually washing his dirty dishes for once instead of just dropping them into his dishwasher. His back was to the kitchen door and, as far as he knew, he was alone in the apartment. He didn't hear the front door being opened, his boyfriend Gabriel using the key that Desmond had given him for their three month anniversary.

"All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms," Desmond sang, oblivious to the fact that Gabriel was within hearing distance. "Words are very unnecessary, pain can only do harm." He continued to wash the dishes, his head bobbing and his body swaying to the music playing in his head.
Gabriel frowned slightly... )

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