khamsa: Sherwood Forest Rap

[saracen-djaq.livejournal.com]

Prince John and the sheriff -- they was runnin' the show,
Raisin' the taxes 'cause they needed the dough.
A reign of terror took over the land;
They were shakin' down the people just to beat the band.

I said, Hey! Hey!
I said, Hey! Hey!
I said
Hey nonny nonny, and a Ho, ho, ho!

The people weren't happy; morale was low.
They had no place to turn to -- there was nowhere to go.
They needed a hero, but no one could be found,
'Cause Robin Hood was out of town.

I said, Hey! Hey!
I said, Hey! Hey!
I said
Hey nonny nonny, and a Ho, ho, ho!

He was put into the slammer by his Arab foe,
And in a little while he would be no mo'.

I said, Hey! Hey!
I said, Hey! Hey!
I said
Hey nonny nonny, and a Ho, ho, ho!
Hey nonny nonny, and a Woe! Woe! Woe!

Check it out!

[Loss is a go]

80th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[Forward-dated to morning lalz]

Princess Yue, would you like to go swimming today? As I said before, I'm a fast learner! It'll... it'll be fun! [Ahahah, he sounds nervous...]

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[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

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[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

[someone is shifting in bed as they wake up - and then there's an annoyed grunt]

All right, castle, let's discuss your sense of humour. When I said I wanted an attractive naked bloke in my bed, I meant, you know, someone I could shag.

[Donna peers under the covers] ...you even tied the bow around it? Really?

There are times when a bloody year seems like an eternity.

-16

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[taptaptap and a bit of a sigh. Bela's bored, but she doesn't feel like going out. Give her a minute before dictated:]

Anyone have any recommendations for something to read?

019 - Training Day

[seasonofsamurai.livejournal.com]

[Shinobu decided to spend the afternoon in the gym, doing a little bit of something on almost every type of machine there is and taking a break in between. With the way she's watching the numbers go up and down on the touch pads or her limbs pushing and pulling with the machines, it's safe to say she's serious about this workout.

At some point, she found her way to a punching bag and is having at it. She's hitting most of the time, but judging by her technique her punches and kicks aren't packing a whole lot of power. She's quick, though. Speed was always her strong suit.]

It's not going to happen next time.

[A fist is pulled back far, then pounded into the bag.]

♥ two

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

[An angel in a pink dress can be seen crouching here and there in Paradisa's lush gardens, a watering can in her hand and a few tiny flower pots beside. She hums to herself as she works, something reminiscent of an old lullaby for calm and safety.]

[ooc: Open post ~]

001; call me if anyone interesting shows up.

[ninjasinspace.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

[first, there’s the panicked gasp of someone going from peacefully asleep to bolt-upright wide awake]

Simon?

[and the soft, muffled chaos of bedcovers being dug through and thrown around]

It’s not- they took her away, stole her in the night, I can hear them- shhhhh, don't speak, don't make a sound, there are pieces but they're broken, everything's broken, she can't-

[-breaks off into something that's half a sob]

-find her, lost and floating everything's floating

[and then, finally, a moment of silence.]




[quiet, miserable:] I can see you.

001.[Voice.]//Wakey,wakey.

[slapping-queen.livejournal.com]

[ Hm, one moment please. This may take awhile. Dazed and disoriented, Tifa isn’t particularly quick at putting the pieces together as she comes to, sprawled oh-so-gracefully across the bed. Lifting her head from the covers, she blinks lazily, the only coherent thought running through her mind being a simple acknowledgement that the room looks…different.

Much different than the small end clinic in Mideel.

She blinks again slowly, shifting and pushing herself to sit up, legs curled beneath her. ] ….Huh.

[ Her gaze continues to flutter from one thing to another, glancing over everything and anything before her. Still disoriented, but gradually coming back to herself, Tifa frowns lightly. ] How..—What…

[ Between the confusion that’s gradually bleeding into suspicion and her rising anxiousness, her jumbled thoughts can’t formulate properly. There’s one thing that can put an end to that though; one detail about the room almost immediately snapping her to full awareness. ] …Cloud..?

[ There’s the sound of more shifting, the woman scrambling off the bed and to her feet. Okay, wait…--she plops back down on the edge of the bed. Still a little dizzy; hold on. She pauses then, giving the room another slow look over. Cue some mumbling. ] Where am I..?

[ She had last been with Cloud, taking care of him and looking after him…but he doesn’t seem to be here with her…where ever here is. ]....And where are you?

[ooc: Hope I'm doing this right. And yes, it's TakingcareofVeggieCloud!Tifa. Just for the lols. ]

005: No Ding Ding without the Wedding Ring

[cantsinganote.livejournal.com]

[Have a strong matronly german voice]

Marian? Marian, where are you liebchen?

[Have a bit of a shuffle and the sound of a rather rotund woman shuffling to the door and peering out.]

Where am I?

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[redcarpenter.livejournal.com]

[There's a large, badly put together, straw Little John figure that's been propped up in the downstairs hall. A bit behind him and off to the side is a young man standing there with his arms crossed, waiting for people to try and pass by]

→ 022 ← I can't change

[rescued-apuppy.livejournal.com]

[Angel is still -- unfortunately -- still Spike sounding and looking, which is less than a comforting fact. He's also still without Buffy, and across the hall from Spike who is still -- presumably -- still looking the way Angel would prefer to look]

This is bordering on ridiculous.

Spike - your hair is still blonde. Be thankful.

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[dictated unknowingly]

...what's going on? So much mana in the air...

[a pause as he tries to brush his hair behind his ear, and then]

What?!

$40 dragging down business at the death match...

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

[being the lover of capitalism that Anya is, she's opted to head to the Death Match for drinks today. Mostly because she figures her emotional downfall has already done enough damage to Lorne's business, and because it's closer. So have Anya, with a beer, drinking at the Death Match]

It's not like it even matters anymore. There are Gods here now. Gods. Think they're all important and ready to squish the mortals. [pfffft noise]

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[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[Hello, Ira Tower. Joshua's standing in the hall in front of room 2118, fiddling around with his tacky orange cellphone without much fervor. He seems to be waiting for someone, presumably the resident of room 2118, presumably one Sanae Hanekoma. He doesn't seem very happy, but he doesn't seem angry either. On closer inspection, he might look... nervous? He's a little tetchy right now. Approach at your own risk.]

∞ 009 not like him...

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

[so he was sort of excited to be seeing the Doctor again. Mostly to show off his new Torchwood hub, but also to just get a chance to talk to him. He felt like he owed him an explanation about why he had continued with Torchwood. He'd done the same for the Doctor after the regeneration, why not give the same to the one from before, the one that changed his life in the first place. However he hadn't been sure when later was supposed to be. It hadn't been too long since he'd spoken to him, but he was trying to at least get something on the books. Heading down to the Doctor's room he walked right by it first. Then realized he'd gone too far down the hallway for that to be right. Moving backwards he worked back to the door that should've been the Doctor's but it was short one name. Pulling out the journal Jack opted to ask -- just in case]

When a name's not on the door, like it's supposed to be, they're not living here anymore right? Does that include when they go on a trip outside of the castle?

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[supes]

Who: clarklike and itwas_abigdog
What: A bite to eat and patrolling. Guy time.
When: May 30th; a Saturday night.
Where: the City Royale
Rating: Idk. Probably not over PG-13.

( Sounded like any other night with the Justice League. )

Bread 14

[reddinofiremon.livejournal.com]

[There's a tiny red creature that seems to be trying to get up the stairs, it's a slow process and...it's not working very well. His legs aren't long enough to get up a step. He's not letting that get him down though]

It's just a few stairs!

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[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Allen is on the seventh floor library area in one of the aisles of books, looking very startled and confused at his location. He had been on the fifth floor in an armchair last he had recalled, feeling a bit sleepy. His stuff not with him so it is probably still there by that spot...]

Where-

[What had happened?]

[OOC: Open post. ]