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fuckingtourist) wrote2010-11-30 08:27 pm
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Other characters currently in-game: 3; Archangel [OU], Sunspot [OU], and Quicksilver [AU]
Who referred you to the game?: Me, myself, and your mother
Character Name: Marla Singer
Canon source: Fight Club [OU movie]. I will, however, be using details from the book to fill out Marla's character more.
Personality: To sum it all up, Marla's very existence is sad and pathetic. She has never amounted to anything in her life and will be the first to tell you that. She's a suicidal, drug addicted, shameless, desperate woman with a penchant for speaking in trance-like philosophies while trying to make sense of things. She's been described as a sick and twisted bitch--a good example of this would be when she was fucking Tyler Durden and admitted to him that she wanted to get pregnant by him so that she could have his abortion. Almost everything she does is a cry for attention, right down to the beat up, ugly clothes that she buys at the Goodwill for a dollar.
One of Marla's biggest quirks is that she is severely addicted to group therapy meetings. She once told the narrator that she needs to attend them just to feel alive or feel any meaning in her life; never once had she seen a dead body, and because of that she had nothing to compare living to. At the meetings, she was able to see sick and dying patients in all of their sadness, decomposition, terror, and remorse. It was true, raw feeling and, for her, so much more real than the kick she used to get out of working at the funeral home (which she described as being nothing more than abstract ceremony).
Though she seems to be very superficial and uncaring, she does have feelings somewhere deep down inside of her, as she cares for the Narrator/Tyler very openly and seeks his attention after he saves her from a drug overdose. At one point she claims that it's very unfair that he doesn't love her properly after saving her life (as if he owes her that) and that she feels as if she can never win with him. It doesn't really stop her from visiting him nightly and running errands for him, however. She is very blunt with him and even goes as far as to tell him during sex that he is a buttwipe and the same decaying scum as the rest of the world---and yet still ends up coming back to him. She has no one else, and that shows that she is stubborn and persistent. Or maybe just really desperate.
She has a surprisingly great knowledge of pop culture, and loves old films like 'Psycho' and 'Valley of the Dolls'. It's also hinted that she may actually be a fan of Shakespeare, as one scene from the book had her explaining to the Narrator that some flowers compared to certain Shakespearian characters and lore.
Marla is also a big liar and a thief. She steals people's clothes from the laundromat and sells them. She attends these group therapy groups even when she can't hide the fact that is lying about her 'illness' (she attends testicular cancer survivor groups, for example). This leads to the fact that she is completely shameless and could care less what anyone thinks about her; she's open about her drug abuse, and even walked around flashing the narrator her genitals just because she felt like her dress was ugly. The most important part of Marla's character to the plot, however, is that the Narrator's downfall begins and ends with her. He started seeing Tyler because there was a part of him that wanted to fuck Marla. She was the only one throughout the duration of the story, too, that ever dropped hints about Narrator's Tyler problem. The only one who ever seemed genuinely confused about it. It is she, too, that solidifies the personality issue that he has by telling him straight up that he is Tyler Durden, her lover: the worst thing that ever happened to her.
All in all, Marla is one big bundle of fucked-right-the-hell-up.
History: Fight Club Wiki. Besides the actual events of the movie, we don't know that much about her past. The movie highlighted the fact that she ate everyday by stealing her dead neighbour's Meals on Wheels lunches (simply by telling the volunteers that said neighbours were up sleeping in their rooms); she made money by stealing clothes. She can't afford a doctor or to even get a lump in her breast checked by a clinic, but had been seeking psychiatric help at one point. It's implied that she now gets her drugs off of the streets, however.
Since her background is pretty scarce, I will use random quirks from the book, too, just to fill in some more of her personality. The book had alluded to a well off family, specifically her mother, that could afford getting liposuction procedures done a few times a year. Her relationship with her mother is long distance, as Marla will receive packages from the woman in the mail every so often: a sandwich baggy full of leftover fat from her procedures. Marla fears aging and wants to someday save up for collagen injections in her lips, and wants to use her mother's collagen to do so since familial injections are less likely to be rejected by the body--and therefore would last much longer. It was actually these mailed packages of fat that had initially inspired Tyler to seek out medical bags disposed after surgeries so that they could make soap. At first Tyler had even stolen bags of Marla's mother's fat, which led to a blow-out fight between her and the Narrator.
About a year before attending her group therapy sessions, Marla worked at a funeral home (she was twenty-four at the time). She had decided to start working there because she'd found a lump on her breast and didn't want to pay a doctor to find out if she was dying. She already felt dead, and had no meaning in her life. The funeral home was an attempted look into death so she could find something to compare her own life to. While it wasn't the longest lasting job since she lost interest, Marla did learn a great deal about plants and flowers here. In her position, it was her job to fill urns with people's ashes. One time she didn't care enough to wear a face mask while working, and ended up sneezing out a dead man's ashes for an entire night.
Finally, Marla has a long list of failed relationships and she has the tendency to allude back to them like casual stories. One man she spoke of fondly was addicted to amphetamines because he had nightmares and never wanted to sleep. He'd died of a drug overdose at nineteen years old. Others included: a man who liked to use penis pumps; a man who had wanted her to fake a lesbian experience with a blow up doll; and a man who was addicted to getting body parts pierced. Weird quirks about people never seemed to deter her, which was probably why she could tolerate the Narrator's split personality. In the book, she also let Tyler give her the kiss shaped chemical-burn scar on her hand that was given to the Narrator in the movie.
Strengths:
- Marla is kind of intelligent in her own way. She’s a deep thinker and rather good at randomly thinking up creative metaphors.
- Knows plants and flowers very well.
- She’s street smart, and is able to get herself money, food, and smokes with little effort.
- Fearless.
- Very attentive and is eerily good at calling people on their bullshit.
- She’s brutally honest.
Weaknesses:
- She’s got no real world skills that’ll land her a job very easily.
- She’s not very tough and tends to let people walk all over her.
- No powers.
- She’s got drug and psychiatric problems.
- She physically harms herself out of sheer boredom.
- That fearlessness also acts as a weakness since it tends to land her in shitty situations.
Preferred drop-in point: Anywhere but Truth or Consequences.
What are some of your plans for this character in their new environment?
Marla will not be doing any heroing whatsoever. Marla exists solely to fuck with people and do ridiculous and self destructive things to get people's attention. She will, more than likely, think she is either dead or hallucinating on drugs for the duration of her stay.
First Person Journal Sample:
Is this the end of the fireworks? The light show? I didn’t just watch a whole fucking city burn to end up back down on the street with some fancy ass phone and a piece of metal wedged in my arm like one of those sad, pathetic puppies at the pound.
I’d always liked going there, you know. All those poor caged animals living and festering in their own filth when at one time? One time someone loved them. Now they’re just used and regurgitated.
Maybe that’s me. I stayed and watched his stupid little show and now that fuckhead’s nowhere to be seen. Whatever. Even I’ve got standards, believe it or not.
I could always go back to Testicular Cancer. It’s not as good as Ascending Bowel Cancer, but it still gives me a sense of superiority. Those bitch men are always so submissive when they hug, and I kinda like it.
Third Person Sample:
It was entirely possible that she hadn’t seen the buildings burn at all. It was entirely possible that Marla hadn’t even spoken to Tyler that day or gotten on that bus. For all she knew, she could have really been back up in room 8G at the Regent Hotel lying on her slippity-slide mattress still wrapped in its protective casing recalling her ‘chakra’ and imagining herself back in her cave.
Dying for real this time, perhaps? Not a cry for help, but her clawing her way down to the bottom of an empty vile of anxiety medication and drooling all over herself as she stared down at that puncture wound in her arm. A chip, they had said, that was made to keep her in one place and prevent her from getting into any trouble. Don’t leave the city. Take these keys to her new room. Did her new mattress have a protective covering on it as well? Marla hated crashing to the floor and having to fight to peel her face off of the peppery tile. It was so dirty.
Or maybe all of the mayhem and chaos Tyler had caused had finally ended her, too. The fiery buildings lighting up his eyes and reflecting that eerie smile of his: ‘You met me at a strange time in my life,’ he had said. Well. Wasn’t that the biggest bunch of bullshit she had ever heard! The drug option sounded so much sweeter and so much less complicated.
Not only that, but maybe option number one meant that he would come for her again and pull her back up from rock bottom to save her life. Tyler practically fucking owed her that much, the stupid bastard.
Personal LJ:
twbasketcaseE-mail: k underscore rotten at hot mail dot com
AIM: shattershot07
Other characters currently in-game: 3; Archangel [OU], Sunspot [OU], and Quicksilver [AU]
Who referred you to the game?: Me, myself, and your mother
Character Name: Marla Singer
Canon source: Fight Club [OU movie]. I will, however, be using details from the book to fill out Marla's character more.
Personality: To sum it all up, Marla's very existence is sad and pathetic. She has never amounted to anything in her life and will be the first to tell you that. She's a suicidal, drug addicted, shameless, desperate woman with a penchant for speaking in trance-like philosophies while trying to make sense of things. She's been described as a sick and twisted bitch--a good example of this would be when she was fucking Tyler Durden and admitted to him that she wanted to get pregnant by him so that she could have his abortion. Almost everything she does is a cry for attention, right down to the beat up, ugly clothes that she buys at the Goodwill for a dollar.
One of Marla's biggest quirks is that she is severely addicted to group therapy meetings. She once told the narrator that she needs to attend them just to feel alive or feel any meaning in her life; never once had she seen a dead body, and because of that she had nothing to compare living to. At the meetings, she was able to see sick and dying patients in all of their sadness, decomposition, terror, and remorse. It was true, raw feeling and, for her, so much more real than the kick she used to get out of working at the funeral home (which she described as being nothing more than abstract ceremony).
Though she seems to be very superficial and uncaring, she does have feelings somewhere deep down inside of her, as she cares for the Narrator/Tyler very openly and seeks his attention after he saves her from a drug overdose. At one point she claims that it's very unfair that he doesn't love her properly after saving her life (as if he owes her that) and that she feels as if she can never win with him. It doesn't really stop her from visiting him nightly and running errands for him, however. She is very blunt with him and even goes as far as to tell him during sex that he is a buttwipe and the same decaying scum as the rest of the world---and yet still ends up coming back to him. She has no one else, and that shows that she is stubborn and persistent. Or maybe just really desperate.
She has a surprisingly great knowledge of pop culture, and loves old films like 'Psycho' and 'Valley of the Dolls'. It's also hinted that she may actually be a fan of Shakespeare, as one scene from the book had her explaining to the Narrator that some flowers compared to certain Shakespearian characters and lore.
Marla is also a big liar and a thief. She steals people's clothes from the laundromat and sells them. She attends these group therapy groups even when she can't hide the fact that is lying about her 'illness' (she attends testicular cancer survivor groups, for example). This leads to the fact that she is completely shameless and could care less what anyone thinks about her; she's open about her drug abuse, and even walked around flashing the narrator her genitals just because she felt like her dress was ugly. The most important part of Marla's character to the plot, however, is that the Narrator's downfall begins and ends with her. He started seeing Tyler because there was a part of him that wanted to fuck Marla. She was the only one throughout the duration of the story, too, that ever dropped hints about Narrator's Tyler problem. The only one who ever seemed genuinely confused about it. It is she, too, that solidifies the personality issue that he has by telling him straight up that he is Tyler Durden, her lover: the worst thing that ever happened to her.
All in all, Marla is one big bundle of fucked-right-the-hell-up.
History: Fight Club Wiki. Besides the actual events of the movie, we don't know that much about her past. The movie highlighted the fact that she ate everyday by stealing her dead neighbour's Meals on Wheels lunches (simply by telling the volunteers that said neighbours were up sleeping in their rooms); she made money by stealing clothes. She can't afford a doctor or to even get a lump in her breast checked by a clinic, but had been seeking psychiatric help at one point. It's implied that she now gets her drugs off of the streets, however.
Since her background is pretty scarce, I will use random quirks from the book, too, just to fill in some more of her personality. The book had alluded to a well off family, specifically her mother, that could afford getting liposuction procedures done a few times a year. Her relationship with her mother is long distance, as Marla will receive packages from the woman in the mail every so often: a sandwich baggy full of leftover fat from her procedures. Marla fears aging and wants to someday save up for collagen injections in her lips, and wants to use her mother's collagen to do so since familial injections are less likely to be rejected by the body--and therefore would last much longer. It was actually these mailed packages of fat that had initially inspired Tyler to seek out medical bags disposed after surgeries so that they could make soap. At first Tyler had even stolen bags of Marla's mother's fat, which led to a blow-out fight between her and the Narrator.
About a year before attending her group therapy sessions, Marla worked at a funeral home (she was twenty-four at the time). She had decided to start working there because she'd found a lump on her breast and didn't want to pay a doctor to find out if she was dying. She already felt dead, and had no meaning in her life. The funeral home was an attempted look into death so she could find something to compare her own life to. While it wasn't the longest lasting job since she lost interest, Marla did learn a great deal about plants and flowers here. In her position, it was her job to fill urns with people's ashes. One time she didn't care enough to wear a face mask while working, and ended up sneezing out a dead man's ashes for an entire night.
Finally, Marla has a long list of failed relationships and she has the tendency to allude back to them like casual stories. One man she spoke of fondly was addicted to amphetamines because he had nightmares and never wanted to sleep. He'd died of a drug overdose at nineteen years old. Others included: a man who liked to use penis pumps; a man who had wanted her to fake a lesbian experience with a blow up doll; and a man who was addicted to getting body parts pierced. Weird quirks about people never seemed to deter her, which was probably why she could tolerate the Narrator's split personality. In the book, she also let Tyler give her the kiss shaped chemical-burn scar on her hand that was given to the Narrator in the movie.
Strengths:
- Marla is kind of intelligent in her own way. She’s a deep thinker and rather good at randomly thinking up creative metaphors.
- Knows plants and flowers very well.
- She’s street smart, and is able to get herself money, food, and smokes with little effort.
- Fearless.
- Very attentive and is eerily good at calling people on their bullshit.
- She’s brutally honest.
Weaknesses:
- She’s got no real world skills that’ll land her a job very easily.
- She’s not very tough and tends to let people walk all over her.
- No powers.
- She’s got drug and psychiatric problems.
- She physically harms herself out of sheer boredom.
- That fearlessness also acts as a weakness since it tends to land her in shitty situations.
Preferred drop-in point: Anywhere but Truth or Consequences.
What are some of your plans for this character in their new environment?
Marla will not be doing any heroing whatsoever. Marla exists solely to fuck with people and do ridiculous and self destructive things to get people's attention. She will, more than likely, think she is either dead or hallucinating on drugs for the duration of her stay.
First Person Journal Sample:
Is this the end of the fireworks? The light show? I didn’t just watch a whole fucking city burn to end up back down on the street with some fancy ass phone and a piece of metal wedged in my arm like one of those sad, pathetic puppies at the pound.
I’d always liked going there, you know. All those poor caged animals living and festering in their own filth when at one time? One time someone loved them. Now they’re just used and regurgitated.
Maybe that’s me. I stayed and watched his stupid little show and now that fuckhead’s nowhere to be seen. Whatever. Even I’ve got standards, believe it or not.
I could always go back to Testicular Cancer. It’s not as good as Ascending Bowel Cancer, but it still gives me a sense of superiority. Those bitch men are always so submissive when they hug, and I kinda like it.
Third Person Sample:
It was entirely possible that she hadn’t seen the buildings burn at all. It was entirely possible that Marla hadn’t even spoken to Tyler that day or gotten on that bus. For all she knew, she could have really been back up in room 8G at the Regent Hotel lying on her slippity-slide mattress still wrapped in its protective casing recalling her ‘chakra’ and imagining herself back in her cave.
Dying for real this time, perhaps? Not a cry for help, but her clawing her way down to the bottom of an empty vile of anxiety medication and drooling all over herself as she stared down at that puncture wound in her arm. A chip, they had said, that was made to keep her in one place and prevent her from getting into any trouble. Don’t leave the city. Take these keys to her new room. Did her new mattress have a protective covering on it as well? Marla hated crashing to the floor and having to fight to peel her face off of the peppery tile. It was so dirty.
Or maybe all of the mayhem and chaos Tyler had caused had finally ended her, too. The fiery buildings lighting up his eyes and reflecting that eerie smile of his: ‘You met me at a strange time in my life,’ he had said. Well. Wasn’t that the biggest bunch of bullshit she had ever heard! The drug option sounded so much sweeter and so much less complicated.
Not only that, but maybe option number one meant that he would come for her again and pull her back up from rock bottom to save her life. Tyler practically fucking owed her that much, the stupid bastard.