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[wereall_addicts]

[Sophie is sitting in a small cafe downtown, just taking in the sights. It's been a while since she'd been in town, so she's just taking in the sights, hanging out, having coffee. She's got the journal open on the table, but she's free to be bugged in person as well]

[open open open]

-26- Dancing in the Streets

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[filtered to the ladies of Paradisa]

Okay, girls!
Put on something fun, drag your friends along, and go here:

[jots down the directions to the Bordello Bar]

I'm heading there now, so show up at any time.

...It's time to show the boys how it's really done.

[/filter]


((ooc: backdated to Saturday night! This is girls' night out, so threadjack/hop, mingle, party! The girls of Paradisa need to band together, yo!))

(no subject)

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

Who: Jay and Kay
What: Jay comes home after his confrontation with Legato
When: Last Monday evening
Where: Their apartment
Rating: PG-13

Jay quietly shuts and locks the door behind him. With a sigh he drops the upbeat and happy face he'd been showing Eunice while they were at the bar. He's exhausted... physically and mentally. He crosses the apartment to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he's happy to find the castle had provided them with a six pack. After rummaging through the drawers for a bottle opener, he pops off the cap, not seeing (or caring) where it flew. Questions start flooding through his head as he takes a long sip.

Did that really just happen... Did I really kick that psychopath's ass... Did Eunice really just stand there and watch?

What now?

There's a solid *thunk* as he sets the bottle down on the counter. His head falls forward as he heaves another sigh, shaking his head.

009

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

ALLEN! [bangbangbangbangbang YES. SORA HAS TRACKED DOWN ONE OF HIS BROS. AND IS POUNDING AT THE DOOR.] ALLENALLENALLEN LET'S GO DO SOMETHING! Allen, are you there? AAAAALLEN!

[[ooc: d-land post for sora, arthur, allen, james potter and tony stark. :< THIS IS HOW THE BOYS ROLL]]

CXLIII.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[written. because his lungs are kind of messed up right now.]

If you wanted me dead that badly, Executioner, you shouldn't run off before finishing the job.

The police should be the least of your worries, now.

[pen taps]

Humans are frail. Why put so much worth into something that breaks so easily?


[[OOC: here and spamming, my hiatuses are officially fail. this might double as an open post for those few who're around the hospital scene. yeeeeeah karma.]]

action.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[the problem with not possessing a proper sense of fear is that, sometimes, wandering around the LA city streets when it's getting dark out suddenly seems like a really good idea.

so he's just walking around, thinking about morbid, depressing things instead of paying attention to just who might be following him around. suffice to say, this will not be a fun night for him.]


[[OOC: for heaven's sake, I'm supposed to be on hiatus. B( /slaps self]]

(no subject)

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[some soft mumbling comes from the journal]

Ah... This place. This place...

[and then someone starts drawing all these swirly, alchemical-looking symbols on the page with... what is either a tiny hand or the weirdest pen ever. someone's quietly happy to be back!]

and all's well

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

Who: mmm_paradise, ultimaverum
What: It ends here.
When: Monday, around 5 PM
Where: The shopping district near the wealthy high school.
Rating: PG-13

( But stories never really end, do they? )

[378]

[ino]

This is really strange. Usually these things definitely don't last any longer than a week ...

Then again, the castle's been acting up big time this year in general. I'm starting to get a little irritated with this change, though ... I hate not having any chakra. [sighs]

How is everyone else holding out with their jobs and such?


( Apollo )

(no subject)

[steelbound.livejournal.com]

( room filter )

Thirty Three

[why-born.livejournal.com]

[Yep, Wybie's doodling in his journal as he sits outside in the school yard during Recess. His usual things, robots, dinosaurs, UFO's]

Disneyland was awesome yesterday. It's too bad we've got to go to school today, I could have stayed there at least another day.

Oh, hey has anyone tried contacting people they know? I tried calling my Gramma in Oregon, but just kept getting the operator. That was really weird. Guess it's some creepy Paradisa thing, right?

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

[Very faintly in the background, the sound of cell phone buttons being pressed. Slowly, of course, as she's still learning how to deal with the whole "handheld phone" thing (thank you, Joshua, for teaching her how to... dial and call numbers, and most likely Stephanie for the rest =|), but Rin's a rather quick study when it comes to some things and she's picking this up okay.

She presses call, and presses the phone to her ear... yet again. And yet again, it rings for a while and then goes to voice mail, just like it has every other time she's tried.]

...Huh. That's... a little odd.

[And a deeply aggrieved sigh, mostly to cover up what's changing gradually into concern, before this is directed to the journal] Hey.

If any of you have seen a scrawny kid with floppy grey hair and a constant smirk wandering around the city, I hope it wouldn't be too much of an imposition for me to ask you to tell him he missed dinner. And that he should pick up his damn phone too.

Thanks in advance.

[A moment later, a filter is added.]

( Mr. H )

Two planets, 135 degrees apart is called a sesquiquadrate

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[The journal opens to the sound of a glass of wine being poured. Crowley's ready to give the residents another one of his little observances on all their lives]

So, you all went to the corporate rodent land, I see. And you didn't even...

Crowley! Time to pay up!

[it was Faye, and she didn't knock. Knocking was something that other people did]

[There's a long suffering sigh]

Now? But I've only just got settled. I have a glass of wine and a comment about doing inapropriate things to people in animal suits and everything.

You can annoy people later. Come on.

[she was already dressed up and everything. There would be no way around this without some sort of violence befalling him]

...If I should die horribly, my final wish is for Damian to attend my funeral in a dress. A pink one. [That was dictated straight into the journal, before Crowley resigns himself to his fate and allows Faye to drag him out. Don’t expect him to reply to the journal anytime soon]

When they see those 14 lights, they're looking at a miracle...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[There's a rustle of paper as a notice is taped into the journal]

Cirrus Gallery
Fine Arts Exhibitions

Jillian Coppercorn:
Spirit of the City

Opening Reception: March 14, 2010: 6-8pm
March - April 2010.

[and a quick note scrawled beneath it] You're all welcome!

( Gallery Filter )

[ooc: Backdated to 6pm Sunday night and open to everyone. And OMG, Red ILU for the amazing, wonderful art. *dies of happiness*]

Strike 03 - You're out!

[no-ones-son.livejournal.com]

[Welcome to Skid Row, home to the homeless and not the sort of place most people choose to visit when in L.A. Especially not this late at night. Jason is crouching on a rooftop, looking the area over.]

Just like being back home. 'Cept no one's been shot.

Yet.

[His hand taps restlessly against the slight bulge visible under his jacket and he grins to himself.]

But the night's still young. You never know you're luck.

[Hey wanna-be Thief King come play!]

☢TWO

[unhands.livejournal.com]

Great. As if this couldn't be more dull. Given that commotion on the streets was momentarily interesting, but I doubt it's every day a robot dinosaur attacks.

Booorriing. Is the week over yet?

[ there's a pause here. a very tense pause. then what could be mistaken as a groan ]

Jay.

Let's talk.

• 001

[embattles.livejournal.com]

[There's a small 'oomf' as someone suddenly lands on the hard cement, where a chair used to be. There's a hushed] Ow.

[Not having her abilities is definitely a downside right about now, and she carefully pushes herself up and presses a hand to the still raw wound above her brow. The journal is given a slight glance, before she decides it's something Giles would probably read and thus something that was probably dragged on accident. Who knows, maybe it'll be useful? She picks it up and starts to head down the sidewalk looking for any sort of clue to where she is.

Right by a certain a hotel]

[028] Shhhhh it's a library

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

[It was surprising how quickly one could fall into a routine, even in the strangest of environments, and Ukitake was living proof of that (quite literally now, which made him chuckle) as he fell neatly into his assigned role as a teacher and librarian.

Working late as usual, doing his own research amongst the stacks of lovingly tended books, he finally spotted a text that had been eluding him for at least three hours at the back of a high shelf.

Climbing atop a table, he reached over...

Reaaaached...

EUREKA! He grasped the book in thumb and forefinger, pulling firmly. Which, unfortunately, made the entirely display wobble and collapse with a loud crash most unusual for the library. When the dust settled and the mountain of books came to rest, a soft groan could be heard through the journal.]

Aa. A little help, please?


[ooc: Open to all over the journals or in person at the library~]