#5

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[some scribbles, lazily drawn little sketches that look like they could be logos or graffiti if he'd finish them, then a pretty big space before he continues writing.]



( Private )

( Question )

( Rin )

I wonder why people get attached to things just because they've been there for a long time. What's so attractive about a lack of change anyway?

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[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[the journal picks up the sound of a door opening, along with some humming… which stops abruptly as Smecker realizes that this is NOT his room. He looks down at the keys in his hand, then at the number on the door before looking around the room he just stepped into. The book on the table catches his eye… is that his name on the cover? Why is it propped open like that? Quietly shutting the door, he moves over to take a closer look.

Yep, that’s definitely his name. He picks up the journal and thumbs through it. After a while, the sound of flipping pages stops and is replaced by a throat clearing, followed by a voice]

Well, I think I’ve got the gist of things from this little book. I suppose I should introduce myself, then. I’m Special Agent Paul Smecker and I need a damn drink. So I’m going to go find a bar, if anyone’d like to introduce themselves.

[a short while later, the address of a local bar is written beneath the entry]

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[Peace Patrol, Batman, and Batman's sidekicks]

This is Tony Stark. Something of an issue's come up.

Somebody broke into my home and took four of my prototype Iron Man suits. Naturally, this is not a good thing.

They're each equipped with flight, enough armor to withstand collisions at supersonic speeds, a straight lifting capacity of between 100 and 175 tons, and armed with repulsor blasts, several missiles, guns, and possibly a few other things depending on the model.

There's no leads on my security system, but if somebody thinks they can get a lead from my place, they're welcome to come check it out. As for me, I'm heading out to look for them

(no subject)

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

Hey. Hey. Castle people. Did you know Josh is dead? He was murdered. Did you know that today is one of my most favorite days ever? I'm going to mark it on my calendar. It'll be a national Paradisa holiday.

I don't care about you people who liked him. He was one smart assed S.O.B and I'm glad the little shit got what was coming to him. When the castle gets pack to normal I think I'll throw a party. With Confetti. And sparklers. And cake. Plus beer. Lots of beer. Can't have a party without beer. Who's with me?


((Tags may be slow because my computer is being a jerk ): And speaking of jerks that is exactly what Deadpool is. ))

case 020

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G.M. Monocle's School for Privileged Children, Shopping District
March 16th, 11:00am

[Apollo's in the mood to walk home today, so that is what he's doing! The path, it seems, takes him through the shopping district just near that rich kid's school - hadn't a few castle kids ended up there? He wondered how they were doing - glancing at too-expensive clothes displays in windows as he passed through, hands buried in his jacket pockets.

Then he heard the noise.]

Brrrring, bring...brrring, bring bring...

...huh? Is that someone's cellphone?

[Investigation was needed. Apollo followed the noise towards an alleyway between shops, frowning. Why would such a stupid J-pop ringtone - likely used by one of the schoolkids - be down this alley? It didn't make sense. It...was coming from a dumpster?]

That's weird...

[Well, a defense attorney had his curiousity. Apollo took a glance around for lurking figures, found none, and crossed over to heft open the lid with a grunt of effort.]

Ngh! There, I-- AHHHH!!

[He...he knew this kid. He'd seen him wandering around the castle. Someone had...oh god. Apollo stumbled backwards, smacked his back into the opposite wall of the alley, and held one hand to his mouth as he stared. He was dead. DEAD.

Apollo took a couple of moments to gather himself, considering his options, and the answer came to him. He tugged his journal out of his jacket and opened it, dictating in a low, urgent voice.]

Anyone who knows anything about forensics or law enforcement needs to get down to [ADDRESS], at the shopping district, now. A castle resident has been murdered.


(ooc: MURDER PLOT START)

two.

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[ there is the rustling of a newspaper, or perhaps magazine who knows, Oz got bored sitting around the house so he found the closet thing to read... which would hopefully prove entertaining ]

Gil! They wrote about you in the newspaper.

"NIGHTRAY BROTHER SINKS TO A NEW LOW!?

It seems as though staying out of the public eye isn't enough for the eldest of the Nightray brothers. Yesterday, he was seen on the south interstate 80, literally grabbing two children off the street and escaping in an unmarked vehicle, witnessed by this correspondent. "It was horrible," says an eyewitness about the sudden abduction, who wishes to remain anonymous. "You could hear the little girl screaming for help from across the way."

A cloak found at the scene was taken as evidence of the abduction by L.A. authorities, but we at the Torch have exclusive footage of the garment as it was taken from the scene [see insert 2]. The cloak was stained in a substance that is most likely blood, and several eyewitnesses claim that the boy taken from the street looked as though he had been the victim of a mugging, or, as postulated by the staff of the Torch, perhaps domestic violence. Whether this is evidence of a sudden random act of villainy by the eldest Nightray or of something more sinister in the house of Nightray, is uncertain."

[ there is a list of other activities the nightrays have "apparently" been in but he doesn't read them out loud. he's more interested in laughing a little, because really alice? screaming for help? oz finds it both hilarious and difficult to picture ]

Wave #22

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

So has it taken anyone else almost a year to figure out what the Castle wanted from them?

[yup, he's finally figured it out. and he definitely sounds less than happy about it.]

Σ020; fame! I'm gonna live forever

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( The rest cutted for the sake of your f-lists )

[Dictated, annoyed:] Aaaaand it seems that chap I'm meant to be seeing didn't much like my having Italian with Ukitake. Perhaps it really is time to get away.

( Five )

Captain's Log 2 (On a boat)

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[Sounds of crashing waves and the yelling of crewmen can be heard over the journal. ]

I must say that I'm not terribly put out by this experience. [He calls commands out away from the journal, starboard and other boating terms can be made out as he speaks.]

[Softly to himself.] The holodeck simply isn't going to be the same after this.

The Ocean Stops Listening

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[Percy is sitting on the shore with his bare feet in the water. He doesn't sit still for very long. He picks up seashells, doodles in the sand, flips through the journal, etc. Lets out a frustrated sigh]

Dad, I really wish I could talk to you right now.


[ooc: open to people who'd be by the ocean or over the journal~]

#034

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( Private )

( To whoever's killed Joshua Kiryu )

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[There's a slight thump as someone gets pushed back into a machine. A masculine voice hurriedly apologizes, and then there's just an exasperated blow of air] ...That's fine.

[But as Tam starts to lift herself up and away from the machine, she hits the on button and there's a strange whirring and slight screeching noise before the sound of fabric tearing]

Oh god, oh god... [She drops the stacks of papers she was carrying in an effort to stop the rest of this disaster from happening. It really doesn't work and then there's suddenly a much louder rip than before and she stumbles right into the door of a supply closet.

Omg, her savior, she swipes her journal off the floor and all but dives into it. There's a long pause and then a very loud stage whisper hissed into the journal]

Tim! Tim!

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( allen )

Thirty Four

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( Inkblot )

( Edward )

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Guess who's being a bad girl and playing hooky? Yeahhhh-uh. Rin headed for the ocean instead of shouldering responsibilities today, and is chilling around Long Beach now. Tad go there too, don't ask how, you don't really want to know.

She's wearing a black bathing suit and a pair of shorts, and is wandering around on the sand, looking for shells. Tad-turned-Shiba-Inu is following her.

OPEN POST you know the drill!]

(no subject)

[farnese.livejournal.com]

[some shuffling noises, before she dictates]

... Are there many people who ... come from this strange place?