072; all those walls i've built.

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

I was born here, you know. Well, not here, but in Los Angeles; I spent seven years of my life there. We lived, like, only a few blocks from the Santa Monica Pier. My parents used to tell me that I learned how to walk there. I don't really remember most of it--I don't want to see it now because I know it isn't real--but I do remember spending all day in the summer building castles with my dad. Sometimes me and my mom would bury his feet if we caught him sleeping. It was fun. He wrote books but he always had time for us. He always had time to build castles with me in the sand.

Never mind. It was just making me think, is all.

XIV (Mid Morning on Monday.)

[shotapope]

[It was Saint ---'s weekly Mass, and Alessandro had found his role in this temporary life was not as simple as he hoped. The school had put him in a role of a volunteer at the schools Church, and an active participant as an Altar Boy. An entire school filled with students and teachers was just too much and before he knew it the room went black. Though he wasn't unconscious for long, perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes, the school insisted on contacting parental guardian and would not let him continue with the day until they had a word.

Quickly written in the journal]

I don't like this.

( Message Delivered to Caterina on Set )

(OOC: Open to anyone who would be at a Catholic Church or Catholic school and through journals.)

LA #1 - my new family & their feel-good candy

[holydamnitxmas.livejournal.com]

[backdated to earlier Sunday night]

[the Cabana Club opens for the evening amid a flurry of cars and valets and flash photography - those on the A-List are quickly swept right inside, and ... hey, if you're not on the list, tough luck, pal. and for that matter, if you didn't get on the list, how did you even know the place was hopping, tonight?

there's a sign out front proclaiming that DJ Mouse is on the tables tonight, and the screens are broadcasting the Oscars live - though you'll have to either lip-read or bother someone to try and turn on the closed-captioning, because there's no way in hell your slightly-inebriated and therefore friendly club owner is interrupting the music to let all the stuffed-shirted actors and actresses blab on and on with their acceptance speeches.

get your glow sticks, your drinks, your nose-candy, and your finest club gear, because it's time to see, be seen, and PARRRR-TAY!

As for T.S himself? he's at the door with a ridiculously complicated-looking drink, with a light-up ice cube in it, schmoozing and boozing and generally enjoying the vibe. IN A RIDICULOUS WIG. see icon.]

I don't see what half these people are complaining about. I could SO get used to this.

(OOC: I'll set up a few tags underneath for anyone who wants to come get their party on. Gimme one second... OKAY GO FOR IT. :D)

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

In a lot of ways, this place is just like home. I get thrown on stage to present at the Oscars, I run my business, and I get mobbed by the 'razzi. But then I find that all of my out-of-town trips have been mysteriously canceled, Rhodey's phone is turned off and won't return any of my calls... oh, and I own Disney. Wonder how that one came up.

Hope the rest of you are doing all right. If not, give me a call. Well, give Stark Industries a call. Ask for Pepper, she'll... hook you up with some In-N-Out or something. Not Burger King, it leaves a rather bad taste in my mouth after the movie theater fiasco.

For the criminal types? I've still got my suit. Thought I should warn you.... in case you're not watching all those news programs about it.

Oh yeah, and Lady Gaga? If the papers are saying that we're an item, that one is totally your fault. I think the guy sitting next to me was in the press.

plus four;

[forearthian.livejournal.com]

[ the journal picks up the sound of sizzling -- someone is cooking and humming a catchy song that he heard on the radio last night ]

So.. I shouldn't microwave this but if I cook it on the stove, won't it be greasy? Kagetsuya is a lot better at this than I am. [ he sighs ] But it has to be healthy food, because you can't start a day off well if you eat junk food, right? Right!

.. Oh, no! I think I just burned it! M-maybe I should try to make pancackes instead. Waffles? I'm not even sure if he likes those..

[ then, after a lengthy pause ]

Ganta! Breakfast is ready!

[ don't judge his frilly pink apron, man ]

-38

[enjoythe_ride]

[is standing in the lobby of her new job, just looking around and trying to process it all. she isn't quite sure HOW she got this job, but she wants to find whoever gave it to her and shoot him for it]

These things are bloody creepy.



[Bela is the curator at Madame Tussauds. Feel free to either bug her at work or over journal.]

I Flunk Remedial English

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

[it's his first day and already Percy's getting sent to detention. Just another day for the young demigod, sigh]

Jeez. I wonder how long it'll take me to get kicked out of this school?


[ooc: open to anyone in the ghetto school]

(no subject)

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

Dah dah... dah dum~ DAH DAH DAAAAAAH!

[haha, she's creeping along the sidewalks... like a dork whispering into her journal and singing theme music]

This is log one in the adventures of Ace Investigator, Maya Fey. It's eleven-o-clock in the morning, the day is warm, but not too hot, and the star reporter is on the scene.

Dah dah DAH dum DAH!

I am here to inform you, Paradisa, of my target. The techno-millionaire, Tony Stark is under investigation. Word on the street is he's using a large portion of his enormous funds to keep his secret project alive. What project is this you ask? Well, I heard from someone who heard from a guy at work who herd from his buddy who heard from a hiker in the mountains that he's trying to genetically create bigfoot.

You heard me folks, Bigfoot. I'm not kidding, and this is pretty serious. You know all the rumors of giant bears appearing in the woods around LA? Yes my good readers, those are his failed experiments. With the safety of every citizen in LA in mind, I will uncover the truth.

[there is a pause]

Wait, where did he go? Oh, hmm.... Geez, when did he cross the street? The crossing signal is red, I'm gonna loose him at this rate...

Ha, and opening! You're not getting away, I'll- woah! [and as she takes of sprinting there is the squeal of tires and a thump as the journal, and Miss Maya go flying. Loss change engaged, see you in two days folks B) (and if anyone wants to imply being in the car that hit her, that's fine aslkdhga, you jerk ♥) she's.. not really going to respond either, so people are free to react to the reactions of each other XD]

#010 - Backdated to morning of LA arrival

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

[Someone just woke up to find himself in a perfect replica of his room from home. Of course, he thinks he really did get sent home, and is OVERJOYED that his miscellaneous faux pas encounters with his friends are now totally not a problem anymore.]

Oh. Oh God, yes! Goodbye you asshole of a castle! It's over, oh, thank you merciful God! Wasn't I supposed to forge- don't care! I gotta find my phone, gotta call everyone, we're having a damn pizza party tonight...!

[And it's about this moment he looks out his window and doesn't see the familiar streets of Inaba. What he does see his journal, open on his desk, recording every word of this.]

...son of a bitch!

(no subject)

[true-superboy.livejournal.com]

( Kid Flash )

This cafeteria food sucks. [You can hear him pushing his tray off the table and onto the floor]

case 018

[justastic.livejournal.com]

( Maya )

[And otherwise, well...Apollo is pretty happy with this, actually. You can find him pretty much anywhere in the city tonight, just wandering around with a contented smile on his face, recalling plenty of sights, finding even more new ones.

He may only be here for a little while, but he's still HOME. And that's wonderful. The journal in his coat pocket is still weighing him down a little, but with a treat like this? He's not about to let it get him too mopey.]

This is great. I take back at least half of the bad things I've said about the castle.

(ooc: Open & journal!)

blog fifty-three

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Barney's had absolutely no trouble adjusting to his swank LA lifestyle. he's at work, in his office, feet up on the desk, in one hell of an impeccable suit, his Bluetooth on as he glances over at his monitor]

... yeah, I've got your application email right here. You've got one heck of a portfolio. Two gigs of photos? I'm impressed. Who took the snaps?

... Uh huh. Oh yeah, I know him, we go way back. [lies and slander, Barney] ... WHOA, as does your right leg, apparently. How did you even get that kitten to stay still? .... Cream. REALLY.

... Listen, uh... [squints at the monitor] Olenka. I'm gonna go out on a limb here. Level. Be totally, brutally, open and honest with you here. I don't do this to just anybody. I don't always play my hunches. But I have got one hell of a gut feeling on this, and - don't tell ANYONE I said this - but I think you might just be what I'm looking for for this V.S gig. Why don't we do lunch? Someplace nice and cozy, where we can talk. You get enough pictures without paparazzi, I'm sure. I'll shoot you an email with the address, you can GMaps it. Or GPS. Or whatever you do. Let your fingers do the walking.

... Yeah, trust me. I'm excited, too.

[hangs up. there are a few beeps and boops from the phone, and some clicking of keys]

Hi there. Is this Latisha? This is Barney Stinson, over at the placement ag-- yeah, hiiiiiii.

... yeah, I've got your application email right here. You've got one heck of a portfolio...


[picks up the journal and writes in big, artsy block letters]

I LOVE THIS JOB.

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

[Middle School Paradisans]

[during a break in class - the teacher has let the class work on their own until the bell rings. Normally, this means that Ken would be working on his homework, but...]

I was talking to a teacher, and I was thinking that maybe those of us in middle school could make a club. Not that there would be required activities or anything! It would just be a way for us to keep track of each other if another tornado blows through. Or if a giant monster attacks. [... Hey, weirder things have happened.]

The teacher said that the organization could be anything we want as long as we had a sponsor, at least four members, and a name. Let me know if you're interested, or have any ideas on what we could do.

(no subject)

[swordspam.livejournal.com]

[current location: rich school classroom

current time: 1:15 PM, final period of the day

current action: writing into the journal, ignoring class]

I don't understand. Why do I have to be here and away from Ragna?

Ragna, Nu misses you. Nu will be there shortly.



[ooc: open to the rich school! and over the journal too obviously]

[ 24 ]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[Billy moves something on his desk, nudging open a journal he didn't know was there, and it catches the new science teacher mid-sentence as he attempts to explain why he looks like he's recently had the shit kicked out of him]

--was mugged. Yeah, so...but starting to feel better.

[clears his throat, there's the  sound of shuffling papers for a minute]

Okay, this is really what you guys were learning? Osmosis? Seriously?

...Science is about experimentation, creation, cause-and-effect...it explains how and why the world works, and understanding that unlocks infinite possibilities, right? It just--... [a heartfelt sigh]

Alright. So.
Instead, today we're going to learn a little about chemical reactions, how the properties of certain substances can effect each other, and how energy plays a part in all of this.

Let's look at the anatomy of common chemical devices...[chalk on chalkboard sounds]...like smoke-bombs and flashbangs, for example...


((ooc: highschool students at the regular school, you are learning how to make homemade smoke-bombs and flashbangs! Teachers and students, feel free to find him anywhere at school, in class or otherwise. Other people are free to try and catch him over the journal during a break, too!))

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

This is so stupid! Doesn't this place know I'm already a college graduate!? I don't need to go to high school!

[have an Asuka ranting loudly in a hallway]

HIKARI! Where are you?! You better be here, I'm going to die if I'm stuck all alone with these morons!!

[[ooc: Feel free to use this as an open post for the average high school students and hop all overrrr :)]]

25 -- School

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

[there is a very determined-looking Asian girl on the university campus today. Tall and imposing, clutching a map in one hand with textbooks tucked under her arm, she stops to take a break under a tree in a grassy area between the buildings.

She was going to conquer this whole college thing, even if it killed her.]

( filtered to Chiyo )

((ooc: open for anyone on the college campus!))

Powerless

[endthem.livejournal.com]

Who: Vash and Legato
What: Finding out how Legato's vacation has been going...
When: Monday night
Where: Some street corner in L.A.
Rating: ...PG13-ish?

( Read more... )

((This, because I can't help myself))

twenty-seven deep-fried tarantulas

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[when she realizes he's gone, even though he won't see it...]

( [Flack] )

( [private] )

[have a quiet Lindsay sitting at home. working in a lab again today was a nice distraction, but now she's home and sad and quiet...]

[randomly writes...]

I have sisters. Or...something. It's either that or the castle thinks Eunice and I should be raising a kid together.

And I'm playing with microscopes again. So...yeah. Hello L.A.

It was a bright, cold day in March, and the clocks were striking 13.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[While many of Paradisa's residents had found themselves living in the lap of luxury, not everyone had been so fortunate. And they weren't the only ones struggling to get by. Just outside of skid row, LA Missions Homeless Shelter kept its doors open for those who had nowhere else to go.

If they were looking for food, a helping hand, or just a safe place to sleep for the night, this was the place. There was warm food, a community clinic (where rumor had it they usually didn't ask too many questions), and even beds and showers if you could get there early enough.

Of course, there were always more mouths to feed and the shelter was nonprofit, so it was always looking for people to volunteer, which is why, when the doors opened at 6 for the evening meal, Jilly and Colette were there - ready to lend a helping hand to city and castle residents alike.]

[ooc: Colette is serving soup in the cafeteria area and Jilly is helping set people up in rooms or in the clinic. Feel free to run into one or both of them, volunteer to help as well, or just interact with other residents who are down on their luck. The shelter will be open through the whole plot, so feel free to backtag at any point where your chars might need the shelter's services.]

[give me a sec to set up threads All set!]

Fiftieth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

If Paradisa doesn't stop being awesome, I'm expecting an explosion. First it lands us slap bang in the middle of the best city in all the multiverses. Then it gives me the career of my dreams, sans screaming and/or staring. And then to top it all off, it brings in Harmonica.

I'm telling you, all we need are Gunn, Connor and two certain vampires and our little family album would be complete again. Heck, I'd even take Groo as the weird cousin who shows up and eats all the hummus.

Best week; ever. Hands down. I can even forgive the lack of green.

♦ 005

[percepts.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Tousen )

[ there's some humming in the background and noises of scribbling; Nudge is happily doing her home-work. this goes on for about a half hour, before she puts down her pen and dictates into the journal. if it sounds like she's reading from her book, it's cause she is! ]

"Today is March 8th, International Women's Day. It is a day where we celebrate the achievements of women all across the world, in society, politics and other aspects of life, and as well as take time to appreciate, respect, and show them the love that they deserve. It is celebrated with the giving of gifts--" (all my friends who are guys, I'm waiting for mine!) "--parades and different activities and events. But most important, we must remember that women all over are still struggling for rights, and we must all do our part to help them. The fight for equality must never end!"

Rock on, women!

[ there's some fiddling in the background, and then... THIS SONG comes through the journal. awwwwwww yeeeeah. nudge sings along; she's not winning any oscars, but she's pretty okay! ]

I am woman, hear me roar! In numbers too big to ignore!
And I know too much to go back and preteeeeeeeeend.
Cause I've heeeeard it all before, and I've been down there on the floor!
And no one's eeever gonna keeeeeeep me down agaaaiiiin!

OOOOOHHH, YES! I am wise, but it's wiiiiisdom born of pain~
Ooooooh~
YES, I've paid the price. But look how much I've gained
If I haaave to, Iiiiiii can do aaaaaaaaaaaanythiiing.

I am strong! (STRONG!)
I am invincible! (INVINCIBLE!)
I am womaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnn~~!

[ aaaaand she sings along with with until the end... and then puts it on loop :) ]

[ ooc; lmao awwww. happy women's day uuuurbody. ♥ going out, tags later! <3 sorry for lagging tags on other stuff too, LJ has been being a bitch >O ]

√eight

[orderlybento.livejournal.com]

( Friends/ Acquaintances )

─ forty-four

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( private )

( friends )

[ dictated ]

Everyone got those little papers with the notes on them, didn't they? What's everyone doing? I want to visit some tourist spots soon.

( elliot )

15

[hammerismywhat.livejournal.com]

[The combination of coming off his Loss, waking up in his own penthouse apartment, and discovering he had absolutely no Super Strength to speak of, Captain Hammer spent the first couple days staying home with no more company than a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Then, his script arrived.]

[The journal gets knocked over as he enthusiastically practices his lines, still a little buzzed from the last of the Jack and riding on a new enthusiasm for his role as Captain Hammerstein, an airplane pilot on the daytime soap Paradisa Falls]

-- be flying back in on the thirteenth, Meredith. I will be at Johnny's 10th birthday party. [Soft, sultry;] I promise you.

[A shuffling of papers] Oh, the twentieth, not the thirteenth. Bobby instead of Johnny .... He's 12? When did that happen?

the twenty-seventh;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to people who know his real age~ )

So far everyone's managed to keep from getting hit by a car, right? Talk about antiques... I wish I could take one back home with me.

$0.10

[balancethebooks.livejournal.com]

( The Joker )

Am I the only one who's finding this a nice, almost relaxing change of pace? Sure, it's the other coast entirely, but it feels more like home. And it's good to have something to actually do.

011

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

Out of curiosity, what do you do if you find yourself quitting the job you got? Where you look for other jobs in this place?

Thirty Five

[thelabking.livejournal.com]

( Angela )

[And added, a little later, and a touch more worriedly]

Uh...have you guys seen Angela anywhere? I can't get a hold of her.

Rebel 7... Coffee!

[1redeye.livejournal.com]

[Sound of a door closing loudly, with mild grumbling is overheard through the journal. Ragna walks into the apartment he's been assigned to by the castle, and plops onto the sofa. He loudly groans and sighs as he rests his feet on the coffee table in the main room/kitchen. The following is entirely dictated:]

Goddammit! Who knew making coffee was so difficult?! And all those people! Why the hell do so many people drink the crap? This job thoroughly sucks. The only bright side to this entire little "vacation" is the playing guitar part. If I didn't have this...

[Sound of guitar strum]

I'd probably lose my mind. Especially since I'm living with that... thing... Speaking of which, WHY THE HELL DID THAT DAMN CASTLE MAKE HER MY SISTER?! This is some cruel fucking joke.

[Continued grumbling about how his job sucks mixed with different guitar chords and strums.]