Invisible Man Photo Essay Part 2: A Completely Shallow Look At Darien Fawkes

[sisabet]

Continuing in the same vein as Post 1 -- here be I-Man photos and thoughts.

Part 1 is here.


Now it is time to talk about Darien Fawkes as he is the title character - The Invisible Man. And there is so much we could cover: Why is he invisible? What is Quicksilver Madness? Why would the government pick a convicted felon to make a super-powered agent? Why is he wearing those pants?

For now though - let us focus on the shallow. Never fear, eventually I'll get around to the deep and abiding pain. I will always get around to the deep and abiding pain. It is my nature. As is a healthy appreciation for da pretty.


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First of all - he really really likes to put flashlights in his mouth.






I mean - sure - he says he is a professional thief. Whatever. I am just saying - not judging or drawing any conclusions other than: Dude loves having a maglite in his mouth. I didn't even have to look for these clips - they are everywhere.






Also - Not afraid of color. I mean - check it out: Red Pants. And he actually pulls them off.








Moving right along: Darien has never met a mirror where he didn't stop to check himself out.







Speaking of this character trait - I am about to share with you the first moment I had of brain explosion while sitting in tzikeh's living room. This is by far not the only moment of brain explosion I have had in tzikeh's home - merely the first:

Darien stops to check himself out post-shower. So, far - there is nothing unusual here.






And then. And then - he, he - he busts into a... he raps. And he has obviously been working on this - this was NO freestyle!



My name is Darien Fawkes, they call me furious D and I'm the coolest secret agent that you never did see.
The man turn me invisible, now I be mis'rable, you mess with my hair and I'm bound to get physical.
Now I was locked down, and looking at life, four walls and a guy named butch for a wife.
When my brother undercover said that we could help each other if his mother of a brother would go under the knife.
Hole in my head, a gland in my brain, a needle in my vein, 'fore I go insane.
That's the curse of quicksilver, the stuff that bends light.
I get closer to madness the more I step outta sight.


Actually - this explains his story better than I ever could. But let me try.


Darien was never what you would call a high achiever






He was headed to prison for life on a third strike felony offense in California when his genius brother, Kevin, intervened:




Kevin: Why the hell didn't you call me?

Darien: Yeah and said what, 'Hey bro, what's happening man, I haven't talked to you in a couple of years could you come down and bust me out?'

Kevin: Beats hearing it over America Online

Darien: I'm on the web?

Kevin: Darien.

Darien: Wait a minute, I mean come on, you've been hogging the press since we were twelve. Don't I get a shot?

Kevin: No.

Darien: [fake hurt] No, what I -- I'm, I'm not good enough?

Kevin: You're not guilty enough.

Darien: Okay, Kev -- If I did do the crime, do you think I can do the time?

Kevin: Not where they're sending you.




So Long Story Short - Kevin (working for a top-secret Classified Project) puts this Invisible Making Gland in Darien's head (more on the pseudo-science involved in the next Darien Section -- Sex and The Invisible Man) and things end badly.






Very Very Badly





Man. This is really sad.






Oh look - first guy Darien kills.







So, even without me going into all of Darien's issues and problems - you can see that the boy has reason to sometimes be depressed. How can you tell when Darien is depressed? His hair looks like this:







Depressed!Darien Hair frightens the Eberts.






You know what I forgot to include? Darien in shorts. He wears shorts all of the time. When was the last time one of your leading men wore shorts? Huh? Obviously, I need to go home and screencap him in shorts cause that really just sums up who he is a person. That and his ACLU t-shirt. I wonder if I have him in the shorts and the t-shirt?


Next Up: The Hobbesian Interlude!

Comments

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

I love The Tick in all his forms. Sigh.

Yes - Darien's brother is Arthur and they are so cute and adorable and, and, and then ARTHUR DIES HORRIBLY!!!

And I might have a cat. I have found a home for said Cat-On-My-Deck if she is not lost, but until then I need to check the neighborhood thoroughly for a potential previous owners and I can't leave her outside - it just is getting too cold, except I have a dog and she is a full grown cat and my apartment is wee and weak.

But I think if I put a latch on the french doors and then put the love seat in front of latched doors, I can sufficiently guarantee that Sid cannnot get into the front room and Yoshi Yuri Jinglepants the Third (working name in progress as The Boy keeps changing what I call Mr/Ms Jinglepants) cannot get out of the front room and peace may yet still reign in my home. Now all I need is a latch and a litterbox and perhaps a toy?

[renenet.livejournal.com]

Can't the future potential home foster her until it is determined whether she is lost or not? And, yes, you need a litterbox, with litter in it. You could probably get by with a temporary litter box using a large, sturdy box lid or an appropriately sized plastic storage bin or Rubbermaid dishpan. You don't need to buy a toy. How about shoelaces or a tinfoil ball? YYJ III will love the elegant simplicity of your creative solutions. Oh, also? You could buy a *small* bag of cat food. Or see if you can borrow some from a sympathetic neighbor.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

I have seen disposible litterboxes for sale at the pet store. So I think one of those will get me thru til Sunday. And I would have L go ahead and take the kitty, but I need to get pictures and flyers made up first and I plan on canvassing tomorrow. Might as well keep her with me (::repeats mantra of not getting attached) just in case I find her home (doubtful though as the lost cat I knew about in the neighborhood turned out to not be her and she has been outside continuously for at least a week and is now injured with a small cut on her face). And until I can do a complete canvas of her injuries, etc (and find out if she really is a she or if she's a man, baby!) I don't want to move her around or upset her. Also - I don't know the condition of her teeth so I am feeding her canned food until that can be determined.

So the plan is to go to pet store and buy more food, disposible litter box and then by hardware store for a latch. Go home and put Sid temporarily in walk in closet (only door I can lock). Invite YYJ III into the house (she has been trying to break in the last few days - should not be difficult) get her settled and nestled in the front room, check her over for inventory (and get a good look at her teeth), lock up front room and release the hound.

Last night I kept getting up to check on her on the deck - I made her a little bed and she was there all night. Luckily the french doors are glass and I will be able to look in on YYJ III as needed tonight.

Also - not get attatched.