Mar. 12th, 2010

[identity profile] balancedbudget.livejournal.com
((OOC: Just . . . pretend I posted this in the morning instead of, y'know, the middle of the night.))
[Lex is leaning back in his chair, reading The Art of War. He doesn't look up when he starts his lesson, and his tone suggests he's paying more attention to the book than to ]

Good morning, class. This week I'll be teaching you about the Cold War. [he turns a page] I'm sure all of you know what that is. If not, I suggest you find another class. However, as this is according to that irritating note I received a political science course, it's the causes that are relevant.
[identity profile] thewarriorcode.livejournal.com
[Hollyleaf has been a kittypet for a week now, and she has no intention of getting used to it. "A warrior rejects the life of a kittypet." Today, though, she's going to get out. The Twoleg kit has left the window open, and she manages to leap from the edge of a table to the edge of the window, and jump out.

She's free!

Only problem is, she's still in the middle of the Twolegplace. She heads towards the west, determined to find the forest.

She'll be wandering the streets for quite some time.]

$0.11

Mar. 12th, 2010 01:44 am
[identity profile] balancethebooks.livejournal.com
Either there's something in the water here, or the paparazzi in this town are just plain deranged.

I'm just ... putting that out there.

case 019

Mar. 12th, 2010 06:26 am
[identity profile] justastic.livejournal.com
[It's lunchtime, so Apollo is flipping through the journal and chatting with some of his workmates. Ahh, the joys of a law office; as mundane as it is, having real workmates that aren't an incompetent pianist and a teenage magician are greatly appreciated by this one. Not to mention a cubicle of his very own!]

Hey, Justice!

Hm?

Dude, did you hear about the new chick that O'Reilly hired? Man, she's smoking!

You should go for it, Justice. I heard she likes nerds.

...hey! I-I'm not even looking for anyone!

[Blue and Orange break into laughter.] Hahaha...c'mon, Justice. Like you're gonna do any better. It's not like-- holy shit!

What?

Dude, it's that model! Yamanaka!

Wh-- holy crap, it is! She's...oh my god! She's coming over this way! She's--

[And guess who brushes right past them to plant herself on Apollo's desk.]

Hi, Apollo! I brought your lunch.

Oh? Thanks, Ino.

...

...


(ooc: Apollo, Guy #1, Guy #2, Ino. HOPEFULLY THIS IS OKAY KAYLA. Feel free to comment over journal! ExpandAND THIS )
[identity profile] optimystically.livejournal.com
Ugh... [haha, her few days out went longer then I expected, but what matters is she's back now :3 anyway, the journal picks up her stirring, and general... hospital noises?]

Geez, what happened? I hurt everywhere...

Woah, wait, I got hit by a car, right? But I can't have been gone too long, everything is still LA. That's great, it would be really lame to miss out on the castle turning into home just because of a stupid car.

[anyway, there's a groaning noise as she turns over] Hey, they brought be food! Who said the service at hospitals wasn't that great? Actually, I've never heard that, but someone probably said it.

[there's a tearing sound as she rips the lid off of a jello, and is looking for a spoon... hurhur, epic discovery is approaching :3] So, what did I miss while I was out?


ExpandWhoever Took Her To The Hospital (Gouto) )

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Mar. 12th, 2010 01:05 pm
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[personal profile] shirtless
[A very tall, somewhat shaggy teenage boy is laying beneath a tree in front of the high school when the bell rings. Needless to say, that's a wake up call he was not expecting.]

This... is not La Push. How far did I run?!

[Quickly he gets up and brushes himself off. On the bright side, he's fully clothed? He runs a hand through his hair and tries to stop someone, anyone, to figure all this out.]

Uh, hey? How-- Hey, can you tell me--

Where am I?


(ooc: derp! tags may be slow, recovering from surgery. :P)
[identity profile] jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com
[While heading home after another day of exploring the city, Edward's thinking. It's no fun living with Faye. She's not home much... and Edward gets bored veeeeeeeeeeery easily. What to do... what to do...

Find a new place to live!!

She looks around and spots a fire escape she could reach if she climbed on a dumpster. She scurries up and peeks in a few windows. Hmmm... this one looks interesting. The window's locked... Her eyes narrow slightly. Hmmm... Edward's always liked a challenge... she thinks for a minute, then, she spots her way in.

Once in the apartment, she settles down on the floor of the living room and goes to sleep.]


(ooc: Hey Rorschach and Wybie, have an Edward sleeping on your floor!)

♰ 10

Mar. 12th, 2010 01:56 pm
[identity profile] fondest.livejournal.com
[Outside of one of the college buildings on campus is Esther. She's made herself comfortable on some steps. Her books are in a pile by her feet, and her lunch and open journal are on a step right next to her.

She dictates, sounding rather content.]


It's supposed to be like a vacation, isn't it? We live our daily lives and just take what comes our way. In a sense, it's sort of serene. I don't suppose everyone's ever going to be happy all at once, but I hope that at least some are having a good time.

[There's a pause, then the sound of an apple being bitten into. A little chewing, a swallow, then more dictation.]

A little unrelated, but has anyone else landed themselves at the college? It would be nice to see someone else from the castle, even if we haven't met before.

[OOC: Open post, journal or in person.]
[identity profile] advisortype.livejournal.com
I'd just like to state, for the record?

Homework sucks. Oh my God does it suck. I actually miss the castle, people, that's how bad it is. Souji, Yukiko, whatever the hell you two drank to become good at this crap, I'd love to have some. Same goes for you other smart people, seriously, just... lay it on me, here!

You guys think, if I just... didn't do any of this, and played hooky every damn day, we'll eventually get sent back to the castle before everything goes completely to hell? Because I'd really like that!
[identity profile] ontheclockpro.livejournal.com
[Backdated to earlier today]

Has anyone seen a guy named Rude? Tall, bald, wears a suit and sunglasses all the time?

Just wondering what happened to the guy, haven't seen him around the past couple days.

[Meanwhile while in between classes, he's sitting at his desk in the English classroom of the regular high school. His feet are propped up on the desk, he's smoking a cigarette and he's browsing through a magazine when he comes across a familiar sight]

What the-

[dictated over the journal]

Ino, have you not been eating in this friggin' world change?

[OOC: Open or over the journal post! ]
[identity profile] brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com
[7 was starting to get a hang of this whole 'Human' thing. Well, everything but the 'mastering machines' part.

That is, until she realized she'd exhausted the area she could scout on foot, and that it was going to be impossible to get a better lay of the land without a vehicle.

That, and Shortpack needed saving, and she knew she wasn't able to reach his building on foot with any sort of time to do anything.

So, after a bit of investigation and questioning, she shows up at Shortpack's work on this and wearing this]


[Removes her helmet and starts yelling from the parking lot] Shortpack! Come on, lets get out of here!

[Waits a minute, then stalks in to find him]

[[ooc: mostly for Shortpack and 7, but feel free to see her weaving in and out of traffic before/after she picks him up!]]
[identity profile] follows-rules.livejournal.com
[Justin and his band are on stage at one of L.A.'s clubs. Come watch them play!]


[ooc: pretty open if anyone wants to see them live, or just enjoy the music on your journal!]

Duel 018;

Mar. 12th, 2010 07:51 pm
[identity profile] parasited.livejournal.com
[this late evening finds Ryou in pretty much the exact same situation he has problems with back home--being surrounded by lots of girls. They've gone and dragged him downtown for shopping and all that great, wonderful stuff he just doesn't get]

Hey, tell us! What sorts of things do you like to do?

Yeah--like, what do you do on the weekend? You don't study all the time do you?

You should come hang out with us!

Yeah! It'll be fun~ C'mon Ryou!

...Mmn, s-sure... It sounds fun....


[[ooc; open post! someone come save him from them ):]]

six shots

Mar. 12th, 2010 08:08 pm
[identity profile] echivoc.livejournal.com
[The journal opens and catches the sounds of people murmuring and, every so often, shouting praise and agreement when the preacher said something good. A familiar voice filters through...]

And there are those times where you say something unfavorable to that son or daughter, and they hold it above your head like it is a great piece of blackmail. [He does some motion that makes them laugh and more agreements here.] Move on and learn from that unfavorable statement or statements; do not let it be this weight upon your shoulders, and make sure it is not a weight upon your son's or daughter's shoulders. They, too, will have to learn how to accept it and not let it hold them back.
[identity profile] actionmom.livejournal.com
[ there's a soft groan, and a clatter that sounds like a soda can on concrete getting knocked away; in the background you can hear traffic, but it's a little muffled ]

What...? Buffy?

[ a long pause, and then a confused yell ]

Oh God, I've been mugged! What happened? Think, Joyce... [ her voice gets softer as she mutters quietly to herself ] Buffy told me to get out of town. But...the last thing I remember was getting in the car. Did I get in some kind accident?

I don't seem to be injured... Is this one of those apocalypse things?

[ louder, now. she's yelling ]

Hello? Buffy?! ...Anyone?!
[identity profile] magdawaldescu.livejournal.com
[It's Friday night at Rusty's club again, and Magda's gotten used to carrying around trays of drinks for horny customers. After all, it's what she did in life.]

Anozzer hround over here?

[OPENPOST]

✿ ten:

Mar. 12th, 2010 09:00 pm
[identity profile] maims.livejournal.com
( with the journal tucked (and jarred open, sneaky thing) haphazardly within her rucksack, minatsuki's perched atop a small stone ledge which spans across the lush campus of LA's most prestigeous private school. both her hair and uniform are tousled, plaid skirt rolled up a little too high, blouse wrinkled - an all around sloppy mess, the head mistress had commented before suspending her for the rest of the day.

but whatever; she looks victorious as she brandishes synthetic locks of honey-blond hair, nose wrinkled in disdain as she admires her handiwork. first period and some plastic-looking snoot had deemed it wise to comment on how 'juvenile' the deadman looked with those floral hairpins clipped into her hair that day (like every day) -- and that was fine, because she paid for it with her own disgusting hair accessories being torn right out from her scalp (and as far as minatsuki was concerned, the girl had  looked much more childish than she ever had when she ran crying and screaming to the principal's office to tattle on her, ffuuuu).

tossing the extensions aside, the deadman shrugged. )


Dumb cunt.

OOC: backdated to earlier today!
[identity profile] kindnessing.livejournal.com
[Eva and Phineas ran off together after school. This wouldn't have been such a problem, necessarily; they were his friends and they could do what they like. But... it seemed as though they were planning something. If it was anything Eva was involved with, it meant trouble. After the disaster with Minato last night, he didn't really want anything else bad happening...]

[Gym is unlocked. Bad sign. He opens the door slowly, checking to see if anyone's inside...] Hello?
[identity profile] imahumanryo.livejournal.com
[Dictated with bar noises in the background]

Since I like this place so damn much and it's probably almost over, I'm going to do you all a favor.

Anyone who comes to the DeathMatch and shows me their journal, you get a free beer. Only valid until midnight! [Quickly scribbled in address] Just ignore the mess.


((Open post either over the journal or at the bar. No worries about being underage either. Ryoki sure doesn't care.))

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Mar. 12th, 2010 11:01 pm
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[personal profile] ino
[she's tried looking around for her, asking if anyone had seen her, checking at all the schools to see if they had her enrolled, but no. No sign of her, anywhere. This just wasn't like her. Sakura wasn't dumb enough to not say a word like this, and there was no way she'd be kidnapped or anything, even without her powers. No way. And even if she had, she'd have heard something from someone by now - it wasn't like a girl with bright pink hair was too common. Even if somehow she HAD been taken hostage, the journals followed their owners. She'd have said something ...

Now Ino's desperately rifling through the journals, looking for a comment or an entry or SOMETHING from her in the past few days, but ...


Nothing. There's a quiet sniff and then a pause as she collects herself. It's not like this hasn't happened a hundred times before -- and she'd be back soon, right? ... Right? Finally she just mutters, mostly to herself:]


Stupid Billboard Brow, leaving me behind again ...


[the sound of something being kicked, hard, and then a muffled sound of pain since she ... forgot it hurts to hit solid & heavy objects normally LMFAO]

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