Which character might you be?

If you've never read Drawing Blood, pick up the book before taking this quiz. You are seriously missing out. Oh- and don't take this quiz seriously, all right? I wouldn't want hate mail from everyone who doesn't like what character they get. Of course, I can always forward it to Kali...



Good morning, sunshine! What did you dream about last night?

The beach.
Birds... like blackbirds and cuckoos.
Going to the airport.
Jamaica! And lots of plants. Heheheh.
Don't remember, but I woke up all refreshed.
Bugs. Beetles and wasps.
I don't dream.



Hey, time for a midmorning snack. Your reaction is:

Morning? When did that happen?
I don't have time for "snacks."
Why am I awake?!
Hey, you're right! Time for that "snack"... wait, did you mean food?
I'm going to cook something new and delicious and keep leftovers for the neighbors to try!
All is night in my meager existence. Pass the whiskey.
I don't "snack." I have a job to do. Now move along.



Time to relax, cut back, zone out. You...

Watch splatter movies. They make me smile.
Relax? I don't think I know how to do that...
Sleep. Maybe call up a friend and go out for a while after that.
I'm always relaxed.
There's way too much to be done to relax! ^__^
Cut back? Cut back?! I want to be working!
That's loitering, punk.



Enough zoning; you reach for something to read! You grab...

The computer. Gotta check the boards and email.
Something about murders, serial killers, fires, catastrophe...
I'd rather sleep, thanks.
I can't focus long enough to actually read books. Hand me a magazine.
Does a cookbook count?
Old comic books. Looking for inspiration, here.
Newspaper or briefing reports. Is there anything else?



Oops! Forgot to make that last minute run to the Quickie Mart! You need to get...

The cute cashier? ^_~
Noodles. I haven't eaten in a while.
Can't stop! Must... keep... moving...
The Quickie Mart has nothing I need.
Tools. I have chores that need doing!
Alcohol. As much as possible.
Information.



So you're walking back home and you spot a twenty dollar bill, all by it's lonesome, on the ground in front of you. Your reaction is:

Why waste the effort to pick it up? I've got tons of money.
Spot what?
Take it and call in sick to my lousy job today. Woohoo!
Take it. Duh: free money!
Ask anyone around if it's theirs.
What good is money when you haven't earned it?
Glare at it. Curse wasteful people. Pick it up after I'm sure no one's watching.



There's a strange scent in the air that calls your attention immediately. It's...

Coffee! Yum.
Decay.
Boy sweat. Mmm...
Wow, someone's lighting up in the middle of the street? *looks for cops*
Fried wires. Something else is broken!
I can't smell anything anymore...
Something eggy. *twitch*



You check the answering machine when you get back home. You have...

Several messages from old boyfriends/girlfriends who I will not be calling back.
Home? I don't have a home- just a past.
Two messages: one from work; one from my parents "checking up on me," as if I'll call them back ever.
When did I get an answering machine? I have a cell phone!
A message from friends reminding me about the bills. I know, I know.
I can't afford an answering machine. I haven't been earning money lately.
A message from a squealing little pubescent punk.



Speaking of connections to the real world, your family is coming to visit! You...

Aren't there. Hell no!
Begin to go insane.
Pretend to a be good little son/daughter.
Feel the love, man... then help out with the plants.
Family? I don't have family, I have friends! But they can visit any time they want.
Realize that family visiting is how this whole damn mess started.
Hand over the old suit, get the new one. Closeness? I have no time for closeness.



Right... well, family's gone, or never showed up. You turn on some music and find a good song. It's...

Something slinky, and sexy.
Jazz. As long as it's not Charlie Parker.
Anything that wouldn't be played in a strip club.
Reggae, baby.
I like listening to live music, and I'm in the position to hear it often.
Jazz. Definitely Charlie Parker.
I don't like music.



The paper catches your eye. There seems to have been a rash of breakins. You reach for your most precious possession and pick up...

The laptop. *hug*
My sketchbook. *prepare to punch someone*
Nothing. I don't have anything that important.
My- uh... plants. Yeah. I like plants.
I can't pick up a building. I'll settle for patting the walls.
The hammer!
My gun. *smile crazily* Come and get it.



You calm down, sit back, and start daydreaming. You think about...

Cute guys/girls.
My life. Such as it is.
Leaving town and all this shit behind.
Think? I'm floating, man.
How I can help people out.
The hammer!
Getting a new job.



Suddenly, you look around and realize that your home needs definite improvement. Which room do you want to redecorate?

The bedroom!
The bedroom, but only because my significant other wants to.
What's the point? I'm leaving anyway.
My home is a room. Though it could be more comfy...
I'd rather redecorate my place of work.
The bathroom.
Redecorating's for housewives and other jobless slobs.



So what color do you want for this redecorating thing?

Icy, pale blue.
Jade green.
Neon lime green.
Lots of bright colors.
Whatever colors are in the finger-painting kit.
Red.
Black or gray.



Well, this quiz was fun and all, but now you're off to...

Get laid. This will be fun.
Get laid. This will be beautiful.
Run from the cops.
Take care of those plants I told you about. ^_~
Work, of course! What could be more rewarding?
Hell.
Work. I have no life outside of it.



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Code adapted from alanna's quiz tutorial

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