Dec. 11th, 2008

[identity profile] abadgirl.livejournal.com
Eeek, nasty! Clean up in aisle 217! There's a body in my room that I had nothing to do with, and I'm totally not fucking dealing with it, it's gross.
cloakand_danger: ('cause this one is a lie)
[personal profile] cloakand_danger
Who: Yuan and Kratos
What: Yuan has been awakened by Kratos pacing
When: Now.
Where: Kratos' room
Rating: Probably no more than PG

ExpandI woke in the dead of the night and heard the vastness of the snowfall outside... )
[identity profile] youaintcuzunot.livejournal.com
Hey, Giselle. I got some money [stole it from a bum in town] and some free time. You're not doing anything, are you?

Let's go to dinner.

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Dec. 11th, 2008 02:06 am
[identity profile] practicalslouch.livejournal.com
Gonna need some help in the clinic. I'm assuming this is Jet.
[identity profile] redresolve.livejournal.com
[the journal picks up a bit of noise, like the sound of sheets rustling but instead of yawning when she wakes up] Mii--

[a gasp, followed by lengthy pause. maybe it was just her imagination, so she tries a second time]

.. M-meow?

[ooc; Loss start! Damn you, Havs. I keep thinking of Colin now!]
[identity profile] holds-together.livejournal.com
[This isn't Serenity. Truth to tell, she's not sure what the ruttin' hell's going on, but she's fairly sure it's nothing sane.

Maybe it's grief, taking its toll. Maybe she really needs more time to deal with what's happened...she ain't been in to see Inara yet, maybe she's settled in. Maybe this is how she's done her shuttle now, but she knows she's fooling herself. 'Nara's shuttle ain't this big, and there's things here she ain't seen before. Even she, with all her shiny, couldn't have gotten her things back in order so quick.

She don't even have her things here yet.

Wondering if maybe the gorram Operative is still somehow messing about, she draws her pistol and quietly cocks back the hammer, keeping her weapon pointed safely skyward as she calls out cautiously. After all, if she's gonna shoot someone, they gotta come out where she can see where to fire, right?]


Ni hao?

Eleven.

Dec. 11th, 2008 09:26 am
[identity profile] fromahand.livejournal.com
Expandprivate )

ExpandEight )

ExpandDonna )

You know you could turn your back for a second and the whole castle could crumble down, or clowns could invade it, or giant pepper shakers!

☆ twenty

Dec. 11th, 2008 09:31 am
[identity profile] stardustflying.livejournal.com
[thoughtful tapping on the journal for a while then...]

Does the evil god Santa come to Paradisa at Christmas aswell as Earth? If you've done something bad, what happens?
[identity profile] aint-quiteright.livejournal.com
[a slight gasp of panic that is soon settled into a soothing tone of calm humming]

It's a miracle.
[identity profile] sofaultless.livejournal.com
Ty Lee and I have been here for an entire year now. Time certainly does fly when we keep ourselves busy.

[identity profile] ontheclockpro.livejournal.com
ExpandPrivate )

[Filtered away from Superboy-Prime, Azula and anyone allied with them]

I'm going to make this brief. Last night something happened to Jet and he was dumped into Bad Girl's room. He's currently in the clinic with severe injuries. At the same time Travis disappeared and he has yet to be found. His nameplate is still on his door, so he's still here.

I'm not gonna bother speculating here who did it. Anyone with half a brain can figure it out for themselves, and it's ain't worth wasting time talking about how they need to be brought to justice right now. Save it for later.

Right now we need a search party, and a competent medical team to actually man the clinic. Too many times I've heard stories of people going there for help, and not getting any.

So. We got any volunteers?
[identity profile] alwaysgetmyway.livejournal.com
[accidentally recorded would be the sound of Parker drawing her gun and clearly thinking this is not funny at all ~ a steady click of her heels as she examines the room and checks the door which isn't locked... but her name on the door isn't comforting at all.]

Great.

[pats her pockets]

And I don't even have my cigarettes on me. The hell kind of insanity is this. So help me if this is one of Jarod's little set ups I'll strangle him with my bare hands the next time I come anywhere near the bastard.
[identity profile] rank1killer.livejournal.com
[Entire thing is recorded, and Travis does not have his journal.

From outside, the sound of a roar pierces the veil of silence surrounding the castle. Then more of them, like an army of roaring demons crying in war lust, before turning into the steady sound of an motor that may have very well been built by Satan. It grows louder and louder, threatening to shatter the sky.

Then, leaping from the forest, is the vehicular lovechild of a scooter and God, soaring through the air in what seems like slow motion, ridden by the only man that could ever tame such a monster, such a behemoth of a vehicle. It lands and suddenly everything is real again, as this massive scooter makes a b-line for the front doors of Paradisa, showing no signs of slowing]


FUCK FACE!

[The scooter leaves the ground at the last possible moment, shifting sideways and soaring through the air towards the door. It hits, and the doors EXPLODE into the first floor of the castle, peppering the walls and floor with pieces of what were once the front door. The engine stops just before the large scooter slams onto the ground, sliding along the floor before stopping in the middle of the lobby.

From it, the man in red pulls back, sitting up straight to glance around his domain, before a low growl escapes his lips.]


Here's how this is going to work. Someone is going to bring me a bottle of scotch. Someone, preferably a hot chick, is going to give me a big hug. I'm fucking cold, and those two things will take care of that shit.

Then someone is going to give me directions to the nearest deposed little fucking whore of a joke princess. I got a delivery for her, and it's late.

NOW PEOPLE!

[ooc: It's an open post. Come gawk at his new toy]
[identity profile] hatesdolls.livejournal.com
... my Eva's gone, and that idiot they call the Third Child is back, I feel like I'm going to puke, and I'm going to punch any of you bastards in the face that are stupid enough to bother me today.

Goodnight.

✖ 012

Dec. 11th, 2008 01:33 pm
[identity profile] communicated.livejournal.com
[ has seen Jet at the clinic, and is about to lose it ]

AZULA!

Where are you?

30;

Dec. 11th, 2008 02:53 pm
cruxified: (. days grow longer)
[personal profile] cruxified
Expand[Lloyd and Yuan] )

Nearly six months...

It feels longer, somehow.
[identity profile] gracefulwoman.livejournal.com

[a large inkblot on the page. Inara meant to practice calligraphy to calm herself, but dipped the brush and merely let it hover on the page, unable to bring a single character to mind. Eventually she notices the mess that she's making and puts the brush down. It's a long time before writing appears]

It isn't fair. It isn't

Not Wash.
[this is scribbled out beyond all legibility]



[identity profile] whichineverhad.livejournal.com
[He comes awake with a start, and the bed is...a bed. Not a cot. And the walls are walls, and not made of glass with cameras staring at him and that bastard Vaughn pacing back and forth glaring at him like he had something to do with the fire when he was all chained up to the table and clearly didn't. Huh. Maybe he's been moved? To a room with a bed? Not likely. Unless it's a trick. Lull him into some sense of confidence? Make him think they're going to be nice if he cooperates? Like that will work. His nose still hurts. Stupid Vaughn. His voice, when it comes, might sound familiar to some.]

It's not going to work, you know.

I told you what you wanted. If the codes didn't work, then Sloane changed them, and it's not my fault. The room's very nice, but I don't know anything else.

[which is a lie, of course, but. It's worth a try?]

Hello? Is anyone listening? Agent Vaughn? Agent Weiss? Director Kendall?

Someone?

111.

Dec. 11th, 2008 03:47 pm
[identity profile] oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com
ExpandPrivate )

So... who actually works in the clinic anymore? I needed help last night and NO ONE was there. Why do we even have the place if no one's working there, seriously?!
[identity profile] repetiteur.livejournal.com
[irritated voice]

This is not my office.
[identity profile] not-a-lez.livejournal.com
Hey Brendan, I've got a few sketches written up if you'd still like to see them.

On that note, if anyone's got any acting experience around here, or just wants to give it a shot, let me know. I'm looking for writers, too. I'm thinking of putting together a kind of variety show type thing, with comedy sketches and musical performances. I know it's been rough for people lately, and I figured a good laugh might help. Soooo if anyone's interested in helping out, ping me.

❄ 1867

Dec. 11th, 2008 04:56 pm
[identity profile] beavercountry.livejournal.com
Th-This... This isn’t Canada!

I-Is this kidnapping part of some covert war?!

[clears his throat nervously and raises his voice; tries to sound strong and brave, but wavers a bit in some spots] To whomever can hear me, I would like to speak with your leader. I-I’m sure that there has been some sort of mistake, and I would like to resolve it as quickly as possible and without conflict!



...Kumajiro-san?! Where is he?! D-Did they take him!?

Kumajiro-san, stay strong! I'll find you!
[identity profile] neverhaveto-ask.livejournal.com
[she wakes up suddenly with a slight headache and clearly no recollection of how she got there in the first place. Blurred vision doesn't help when she stumbles around the room (all of which are thunking noises and chairs being knocked into being recorded into the journal) which isn't exactly a good thing]

He- [she tries to talk but her voice cracks before she swallows hard against nothing]

Hello?

[vision coming into focus means she sees her surroundings and is a bit startled as she starts to rummage through the drawers to see if she's managed to get herself to a safe house]

Episode 96

Dec. 11th, 2008 05:32 pm
[identity profile] spongetastic.livejournal.com
I can't stop thinking about her. [visible if your character is just that nosy :P]

ExpandJenn )

Yi.

Dec. 11th, 2008 05:46 pm
[identity profile] howmuchdoiknow.livejournal.com
[The sound of someone yawning and the rustling of bed sheets.]

Hmm, this bed is not as fluffy as it should be...

[A pause, and then the sound of bed sheets being pushed to the side and bare feet walking about the room.]

Oh my, have I been kidnapped? Such a naughty Earl...

[OOC: Fail mun, is fail. ;;;;;;]

ღ two

Dec. 11th, 2008 06:52 pm
[identity profile] effluxion.livejournal.com
Reno and a young boy named Naruto pointed out that the clinic doesn't have as large of a staff as it once did, so I'm going to volunteer my services. My name is Aerith, and I'll try to be available as often as I can. I think it helps that my room is only one floor up.

There seems to be a lot going on... I heard someone was hurt. Is there anything I can do?
[identity profile] aeroshoot.livejournal.com
[... is very displeased. never, never loses things. the sleep deprivation is getting to him.

is outside walking around the forest, searching high and low. figures writing in the journal wouldn't hurt, either. doesn't want to be late to jet and smellerbee's sparring match.]


[filtered away from Azula + Azula's friends]


I'm missing my bow and arrows. Has anyone seen them?

heroslayer: (so young and so terrified)
[personal profile] heroslayer
[so, Sylar's been unconscious for four days because of Dream, right? nothing to see here, move along, right? except for the part where the Castle is evil, and his journal has somehow found its way open, and the sounds of him struggling in his sleep--as well as mumbling unintelligibly--are being picked up. strange, since he hasn't moved or made a sound, the entire time he's been out, but regardless, this continues on for a few minutes, before it stops dead.

silence.

and then the sound of him waking up with a terrified yell]
[identity profile] iheardrums.livejournal.com
A loss that only lasts a week? That is a first. Bravo, castle.

I really ought to make sure someone's taking care of my cat.

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Dec. 11th, 2008 07:47 pm
[identity profile] assistingstark.livejournal.com

[Pepper is writing while walking down the stairs in her 4 inch heels and humming to herself a little]

To do:
1. Check on Tony.
2. Avoid snow at all costs
3.....

I really need to find more to do in-----

[is cut off short as she trips over said heels and tumbles to the bottom of the stairs]

[dictated;] Ow. What the hell?

[a hiss of pain as she tries to stand up and her ankle isn't too happy about it]

Umm... help?

((ooc: loss start))
[identity profile] sexypartytime.livejournal.com
[Well now, this is irregular. This isn't his house, he certainly doesn't remember going to sleep in this room, and there's no sign anywhere of either of his so-called 'guardians', term used so loosely it requires a belt to hold it up. Not that he particularly minds of course, he didn't really need them anyway, or the two gender-bending siblings. But still, curiosity begs the question:]

LOIS? I say, LOIS? Where are you? ...trust that slattern to leave me unsupervised in some filthy hovel, I expect she's having intercourse with the mailman. LOIS? Oh GOD, desperate times...

...FAT MAN? Really, this is negligent even for you people. Answer me immediately or I shall have myself adopted by an A-lister! I mean it!

[His journal is recording all of this, and he hasn't noticed it yet]

[identity profile] eternalritual.livejournal.com
[Dictated;]

...I thought I was supposed to


...

What happened to me?


(ooc: Loss over dskljh)

| oo1 |

Dec. 11th, 2008 09:45 pm
[identity profile] dissectsbodies.livejournal.com
[He gets up slowly from the bed that wasn't even his, realizing that he isn't hallucinating the brand new room he was in either. This isn't a dream, and no, he wasn't slipped any kind of drugs. Drugs didn't make him feel this crazy, no, he was missing the bright colors and the stupid ass confusion. He was at his apartment before this, nice and warm in his bed. So, what was happening to him now?]

What the fuck?

[Well, no need to be real vulgar about it. Actually, to fuck with it. He was in some weird ass place. He could go ballistic if he wanted to.]
[identity profile] dafiteison.livejournal.com
..Hmmm~ ♪

[spoken sarcastically] I know I've gotten sidetracked, Milady, but really. Don't you think you're being a bit overdramatic with the colours?

[ooc: SUPRAIZ LOSS, Pit's making up for missing the mirror plot :Db]

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