2009-06-10

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[personal profile] ino2009-06-10 01:05 am
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[STORE FILTER]

[sitting at the table, kind of sulking while she sips on a soda. She's bored and ... annoyed at her luck lately]

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[humming... a song. it's "boys boys boys" by lady gaga because god damn that song is catchy...

a sigh, then said wistfully]


It just isn't the same without an iPod.

☇twenty;

[Teddy's a little confused--warm weather equals beaches, right? But so far, he hasn't heard of one around. He swims in the pool every so often, but it's not the same as the feeling of sand between his toes. So he wandered down to the Sunshine Room to catch some rays while laying in the sand sipping a Slurpee. Yay, summer. He's scribbling things in the journal, too--little drawings of animals and fish. They're not very good, though.]




[[OOC: Uh. Dated to about noon Tuesday morning, because I totally forgot that I wanted to make this post. Also open!]]
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seventeen

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[She's sitting at the table in the kitchen, half-heartedly and rather unconsciously swirling her now soggy cereal around the bowl. Not really paying much attention >> Open! Haven't done one in awhile~]
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First MAD SCIENCE EXPERIMENT!

[So, on top of one of the towers now? Is a device of some sort. It's fifteen feet tall and made up of varying car chastises, countless Playstation 3s and Xbox 360s, the one Wii in the castle, Dance Dance Revolution, eighteen and a third empty milk bottles, three different copies of the Necronomicon, three adult oriented toys, a pair of shades, a sign from in town, an unexploded cruise missile, and a prosthetic (we hope) brain.

And on top of it is Travis, wearing leather and a bandanna over his mouth, and throwing a total mad science routine]


UN DOCH-TAH!

It ish TIME! Bwahahahaha, oh, yes, you look so vunderful. Those clicks and clanks, vhat you do to me! Oh, I think I am going to lose the BOWEL CONTROL!

[Buttons are pressed. The machine roars, loudly, to life.]

Muwhahahah! Disaster Blaster Mk II ignition activiation!

[ooc: It's not going to do anything, yet. Muwhaha]
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0.016

ExpandRubedo )


The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
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[071 ←]

[written. bad-vibe!brother has bad vibes:]

Sam, where the hell are you?
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I thought this place was boring, and now it just got... annoying. On so many levels.

ExpandDiana )

ExpandClaire )

ExpandBooster Gold )

And in response to the last superhero post:
Don't hate on the spandex, please. I understand your jealousy... but come on. It's unbecoming.
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81st feather

[dictated lazily]

Sir Knight makes for a very poor lady, Castle. She's beautiful, of course, but all kinds of temperamental. [a sigh] Go back to normal soon, won't you? I might have to start looking in other places for company if you don't.

That being said, there's got to be someone out there with a real idea of fun. Suggestions? Introductions? I'm nearly begging you, people~

[open] we all wanna party when the funeral ends

Who: Teresa and anyone who wants to gawk/complain/etc :)
What: Annoyed Claymore is annoyed. What better way to relieve stress than take down a few trees?
When: Today~
Where: Castle gardens... somewhere.
Rating: PG? Tree death D8

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λ^0.012

The laundry room scares unnerves me a little, I must admit.

♜ { metamorphosis vi }

{ Someone -- he doesn't look familiar to anyone here -- wanders down to the Deathmatch and takes a seat at the bar with his journal. Alucard's bored, and he's never been down here before. He wanted to provide a bit of anonymity for himself just in case something were to happen, however. }

{ At the very least, he'll find some conversation...? }



- ooc: Alucard's not on a loss--this is one of his abilities. No one can see through the disguise, fwiw. -
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[Library Filter]

[Allen's there yet again, sitting at a table with a couple piles of books as he pages through another - looking for something. Timcanpy is nearby and seems to be sleeping on top of one of the piles]

[After awhile, he gives up on the book that he's reading and tosses it aside onto the table with a growing messy pile of books]

Nothing again. Maybe I just have bad luck with this library....

nueve

[dictated, mostly to himself]

...I do not see what was the point of that.

[directed more to the journal]

I said nonsensical things.

My apologies.

[ooc; loss over. bwaha]

dun dun dunnn dunnnn

Who: Booster Gold/Michael Carter ([livejournal.com profile] mylifeisntajoke), Blue Beetle II/Ted Kord ([livejournal.com profile] yeahitsortofis), The Flash/Wally West ([livejournal.com profile] scarletspeedsta), and Diana Prince/Wonder Woman ([livejournal.com profile] sufferinsapphos)
What: Three manly men going to a manly bar for some beers. And a woman. Who doesn't drink beer.
When: Today. An hour after Michael and Wally's thread.
Where: At a bar in town...
Rating: PG-13? Idk I really suck at this.

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♞ twelfth batsignal

[somewhere two playboy billionaires are drinking. moments of laughter start up abruptly as a journal is opened]

What? Oh come on... I'm sure you do, but let's get realistic here.

[a page out of the journal is torn, and then another. the journal is left open on the surface where it had previously been closed]

Here. Start writing.

[a bit of chairs being shoved around can be heard and the clink of glasses being set down against empties, and the sound of more alcohol being poured]

Less [the 's' is dragged out a bit more than it should be] pouring. More writing.


[timeline: 11pm Castle time]
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009

[If you frequent the WildKat out in City Royale, the fact that Clyde is there isn't all that odd. Of course, Clyde also doesn't really need to be here as often as he is, but he's bored. Which is main motivation for being here today. He's obsessively wiping down the counter at this point, since business has been super slow.

It takes him quite a few minutes to realize someone is there. Boo, being deaf. A little awkwardly
]

Um...Hello Miss, anything I can get you? [Don't ask for coffee, don'ttt! Also, open post ♥]
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Alright, who the hell spraypainted DICKS in huge letters across Warriors II? Don't think I won't find you, you little shit.
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Eighteenth Edition

[Have some random doodles on the journal page, residents. They look suspiciously like the beginnings of a magazine front page layout]

Geez, I think it's been weeks since anything creepy and/or weird has happened to the castle. You think if I tell it I'm bored enough times, it'll let me go home?
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[all recorded]

[the sound of several knocks on a door]


Arthur!

[a pause and them more knocking]

Arthur, come on! Open the door!

[an even longer pause, sounds like it's about to stop... and then more knocking]

You can't really be that angry at me over it.

[another long pause and a sigh]
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[personal profile] supes2009-06-10 09:35 pm

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---- Wally and Booster ----

[someone sounds very, VERY displeased]

I'd like a word with both of you. Immediately. Call it "Justice League" business.
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Would anyone get mad if I rewired one of the TVs in the arcade thing downstairs to play DVDs? I found Godzilla in the library somewhere, and kind of thought it would be cool to watch a three-thousand foot lizard terrorize Tokyo in a high enough definition to make my eyeballs bleed. Eardrum implosion due to surround sound is a plus.
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CXII.

[is scribbling down these filters while he and Asuka are walking down a hallway, so his handwriting is a little uneven]

ExpandLau; )

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blog twenty-three: medic!

((OOC: Slightly backdated to after the barbecue this past weekend. This is, in particular, a shout-out to Bones, because he wanted the CR, but anyone else is more than welcome to help/make fun of the poor bastard.))

[so, those laxatives and other nasty druggy things that Crowley spiked Barney's cheezburgers with? they took a while to kick in. it was a really good fake-out. he managed to make it until the morning after, before ... well, they kicked in. has been alternating between the bathroom, and being curled up on his couch with his stomach in knots, utterly miserable. fumbles for the journal]

Crowley, if you weren't immortal, I'd be figuring out a way to kill you.

... Anyone out there in the clinic, right now? I, uh ... I could use some help ...

[there's a rather Farrelly-Brothers-movie gurgling noise, and then a lot of rustling, and the sound of a door closing. BRB OMG FML.]