Hot or Not?

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, it's another game. Bite me.

You know the drill. Rank the person above you from 1 (Dumptruck ugly) to 10 (I want you, you want me, let's have a good time). Be as nice--or mean--as ya damn well feel like.

First person you get to rank is yours truly. And remember, I know where you live.

Comments

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

Eight. Thou art quite attractive, but truth told I do sense an unsettling aura about thee.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

You, a walking skeleton, are unsettled by me?

N/A, I prefer my men before they've been consigned to the deathstill and besides i'm fairly sure you don't have anything left down there anyway. No offense.

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

No offense be taken, milady, and take heart that I meant none myself. If I have insulted thee, I beg thy forgiveness.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

...Chivalry? How delightful. [contemplates making a ghola of him]

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

A king and knight I once was, no matter the form I am in of late, milady.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

A true knight you are still. I wish I had a spare ten years and an axlotl tank to bring you back to life in my own way.

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

Bring me back to life? Nay. I fear that such is impossible. My soul is bound to my bones for my sin, and so it has been for millennia.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

As long as there's one cell left in that skeleton of yours I can...I suppose they don't know much about genetics in your time.

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

Cell? Thy words are strange and difficult indeed to ken.