Dorian Gray

Do you confront problems head on, or ignore them until you have to do something?

Stuff and nonsense. Ignore them. Most of the time they go away and if they don't, I pretend to be too silly a creature to know that they are present. Believing problems can be solved is a waste of the grey matter which resides between your ears. One is so much better off skipping through life and frolicing with young men, maids and flowers.

Really, I have little to say about this question. You might see that as a problem, but I do not. You see? My approach is so very grand.

Hm. I can't believe I even answered this one. I am so bored.

I am not at my best. I think it must be do to loneliness and boredom. I long to be entertained. Harry, when are you coming over to tea?

At any rate, here are the challeneges I hadn't answered:

Would you rather lead or follow? Why? What role do you see yourself playing out over your life, leader or follower?

I would rather follow, but I do not think I have met many people I should care to follow. I think I would have followed Harry for longer had I not become so numb and disenchanted with life. With myself. Basil really wasn't much of a leader.

I see myself finding someone of great worth and following them to the ends of the earth. I do not, however, believe this will happen.



How do you handle disappointment?

That I simply blame on others and boredom.

If I do try to handle my disappointment, I do not do it well. I am not good at being a solitary creature, I crave the sympathy of an audience, so I would probably seek someone else out and tell them of my sorrows. And expect a good deal of cheering up from said someone else.

This is just another one of those questions I can't really answer.

Pardon my French but bugger that. I shall never have children. I would never want them and I would be the worst parent ever.

My question is will there ever be a question I want to answer?

I suppose there is one if only because I entirely wish that there wasn't. Unless I manage to correct the wrong-doings of my past before I meet my end. But even then, what good would the afterlife be to me?

I refuse to go into greater detail. I do not like this question at all.

[locked to anya_c_jenkins and cursed_duality, though others may show up if they ask and Anya says it's alright. And if they plan on behaving in a civil manner]

Dorian waits eagerly in the park under the shade of a lovely tree and next to the bank of a small stream. He spreads out a blue-checked gingham tablecloth and sets down a rather large picnic basket.

He hopes that Anya will not mind Henry being there. The poor man simply must get fresh air and some companionship. Dorian wrinkles his nose. It's ghastly how Henry lives. Plus, Anya is so charming it might get Henry to actually smile.

He grins at the thought. He rather likes Anya. It's too bad this is during the day and Selene can't come with. He resolves to convince her to go for a moonlight boat ride with him later.

After a small stretch, Dorian pulls out a cigarette case and lights up a cigarette. The best thing about being immortal, he has long since decided, is not getting lung cancer.

Who is this Jason Locke fellow and why does he talk like he has a speech impediment? Essex is not an excuse for such slurs.

As for his son, well, it's obvious to me why Will is so short on brain-power. You'd have to be that stupid to put up with someone that obnoxious. And I truly do believe he was dropped on his head from the highest height imaginable.

Men. Exhausting bunch.

There are a great many positive things to be said for the fairer sex.


I shall also take it upon myself to become the best of friends with Alan Shore and David Shaw. They come highly recommended.

And Sam, I apologize if I have sabatoged your chances of making something of young Will. There may indeed be a candle burning upstairs but nobody's home.

And if anyone was reading this looking for an apology, you won't get one. I don't apologize anymore for the way I am.

Is there any truth to the saying: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer? Do you have enemies? Do you have more friends than enemies?

What a wonderful first question. For me anyway. By way of simple introduction, I am Dorian Gray. You may have heard of me or think you know me. That's all very well and good.

Do I have any friends left? I fear they've all turned to dust in my absence. And certainly many of them died secure in the false assumption that I too was deceased. Yet I am here. That, however, is a story for another time. A very long story that would require a lot of thoughtful brooding. I do not enjoy thinking.

Enemies. Well. I would say I keep them close seeing as I am one of them. Well, a part of one of them, if you like. All my other ones are for the most part gone as well, I'm sorry to say. I have very little left in terms of associates be they enemy or friend or both.

For a long time, I have believed that one's enemies make safer companions than one's friends. Friends are the one who will stab you in the back and take away all you hold dear. Enemies will be far kinder. Or at least more creative. So in the end perhaps I should befriend my enemies and make enemies of my friends. Easily done for someone like me.

What a melancholy question. I sincerely hope the next one focuses on the state of my sock drawer or what I am having for dinner Thursday next.

Dorian Gray