(no subject)

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

[if there was one thing he had learned in LA, it would be that Starbucks were the perfect establishment, because only they opened a store on either side of the same street

if there was a second thing, it was that there truly was no depth of depravity that humans weren't capable of

if there was a third, it was that Erica Hartmann was the most depraved of them all

one look at her room told the entire story

cleaning back then had made Kid feel better, true, but it had done little to change anything... he knew, deep down, that here, in the castle, the mess must surely be even worse

and only he could fix this

it was a day like any other when Kid made his way to her room in the castle, slipping into her room with relative ease- he had used his soul perception to be sure that Erica was asleep before entering- he had the practiced ease of working around sleeping (and very irritable) girls before, so that was no problem... and he knew from experience how long this particular girl could sleep

so it would come to pass that her room was cleaned up, rearranged, and organized before she awoke to the sound of Kid slumping into a chair]

I hope I never have to do this again....

[and then, to the open journal in his hand] Another victory for the forces of order.

second;

[overly.livejournal.com]

[ the idea that he was truly dead back home bothered him only because he couldn't quite explain how other people from his world had arrived if they didn't meet a similar fate. but this wasn't the time to be sad or depressed.

at least judging by the spectacle in the kitchen right now. anyone who walks by will find their noses filled with all kinds of delicious scents, while he's standing at the stove in a.. pink apron. don't judge him. he has a few dishes set aside for now, but has two cakes still in the making.

looking at him now, it would be hard to tell that he was even in any trouble the night before. he looks pretty cheerful as he carefully scoops a portion of beef stew into a serving bowl. he made a very large meal but it was meant for several people -- those who helped him out when he arrived ]

I'm not sure what any of them like. Hopefully, they'll like at least one of these.

[ooc; Post is open! Come and visit the tiny Iron Chef ]

-29- Houses of the Holy

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[arriving at Crowley's door, she tests the doorknob. If it's locked she'll deign to knock, otherwise she's just walking in. You better be in your room, demon...]

♩ 006

[marionttepurple.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Night 010;

[wiseassly.livejournal.com]

[the journal picks up the sounds of someone taking a deep breath, a deeeeep breath, and then sighing contently, but there's also a feeling of sadness in that sigh]

.........................

I take it back. Paradisa is stupid.

Losses are stupid. What sort of loss only lasts one day anyway?? What sort of karma is that, you stupid castle.

I only had Toaster for one day....one....


[[ooc; SO. HEART BROKEN. PARADISA, HOW COULD YOU TAKE AWAY HIS FUN AFTER JUST ONE DAY?? Love is over )))8 so over that he's just lying on the lobby floor beside the couch....still wearing the Vatican uniform Tres tailored for him asjhfagja lmao I HAD TO USE THAT, KRISSY]]

014 bullets fired

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Having done being a troll for a particular asshole demon, this midnight sees Tres taking steps back to Cordelia's room.

Hey, remember that weird silent dude with one red and one green eye that knocked and walked away earlier? He's back. And he's stood in your room watching you sleep.

Enjoy that.]

[Master number 4: Cordelia]

(no subject)

[stellarsigned.livejournal.com]

[this is Lucy, but she looks a little different from the one you'd normally see, for one...she's wearing leather and a bikini. For another there's a skull in her hair where the ribbon should be. But that doesn't stop her from taking her Luxray out on a walk]

C'mon, we might as well do something today! Maybe we'll even find who K.O.'d Apollo.

[ooc: loss start!]

(no subject)

[mystoryidontshare]

[Lois stares at her journal for a moment before shaking her head. Something still feels off about the guy that she'd run into the other day, but at the same time, there was just something... she didn't know about him.]

How many people feel like they know someone but don't at the same time?


( [Clark Kent] )

071; whopper sammiches

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

[So apparently doing not much of note really takes it out of a guy, because Bart's in the kitchen putting together a truly ginormous sandwich. Seriously! Several kinds of meat, cheeses, toppings, layers, and even breads. He's gonna call it Big Bertha.

If he were in the habit of naming his sandwiches. Which he totally isn't. So. Ahem.

He may have just gotten relish on his open journal. Oops.]

case 022

[justastic.livejournal.com]

[And because Apollo can never have anything go right in his life for too long...he's taking a short walk today, just heading back from the kitchen with a huge-ass coffee. He's been researching this case pretty hard, and suddenly has to stop at the bottom of the lobby stairs to give a biiiig yawn.

He has no idea what's coming.]


(ooc: Hurhur okay, I am changing Apollo's loss here! He'll be back...later sometime idek, with his ability to yell restored and his attorney's badge gone! YOU DAMNIT, JESUS.

ETA: Jesus will reply to all other tags since Apollo is out of it! GO SEE A LAWYER KO'D VIA MESSIAH.)

[382]

[ino]

[Filtered away from Joshua B|]

[a huff] Well, that was annoying.

(no subject)

[onlydefects.livejournal.com]

[Written:]

Two months. Two... Almost, but not quite.

Is this that whirlpool in the turmoil, drawing and drowning and...

Dead when it spits you out.

... I don't know. Here, and that other place. Maybe there wasn't supposed to be a difference.

&hearts 150 &hearts

[misa-approves.livejournal.com]

( Tyki-chan )

( Allen )

( Itachi-chan )

Misa has a new singing job at Caritas, the coolest bar in Paradisa, so everyone should come and watch my performances on Mondays and Thursday!

How is everyone today~? &hearts What are you doing with your Saturday? Come on, tell Misa-Misa!

( Wi-chan~~~ )

(no subject)

[onehorned.livejournal.com]

[ someone is off her loss and is taking this time to venture outside to enjoy the weather, since the warmer temperatures were staring to remind her of her hometown. she has her journal in tow and it's open, but she's not really reading it ]

Everything is different. Warmer.

It looks like home. Musha..

[ fff, she wants to go home in the worst way. it's unsettling that she can't and, more over, that Isley and Raki still aren't here. the only one who is? kind of threatened to kill her, so she's been a good girl and kept away from Teresa. after a moment, she journal picks up her voice again but she's murmuring this to herself ]

Ryou, Bakura, Haine, Maya, Allen, Jay, Remy, Sasuke, Uru. Griffith, Wisely, Fourt.. [ her voice kind of trails off after that as she's either lost interest or can't remember anymore of the names ]

Fourty six.

[asangelsfly.livejournal.com]

( abel )

... [ he goes to say something else but stops, he doesn't feel well. paying attention/messing around with the flow of time in paradisa only makes him feel like he has been spun around at a fast speed for at least two days.

he might try again later... ): ]

039

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

( [Private] )

[And a little while later, he’s sitting up in a tree in his mask, trying to meditate away from the mud on the ground. It’s not really working…]

time is an illusion

[lovingguide.livejournal.com]

[Time had aburptly restarted again for one red-haired woman in the town, and she blinked around in mild confusion before she realised what had happened - however implausible it may seem, the leaden feeling in her limbs before when the boy whispered to her, and then the change in the daylight. It felt like no time had passed at all, she had stumbled one second and awoken the next, but her sensibilities easily denied that as truth.

But how long she had been there she couldn't say, how long was unimportant. What mattered was Abel and how he must have reacted, she knew from long experience that his anger could be terrible and unpredictable when stoked.

Hurrying back to the castle, bare feet making hardly any sound on the stone floors, she paused outside the church. She could smell the blood, thick and cloying in the air, coppery and sickly sweet. It called to the nanomachines that thrummed at the base of her skull, even as they rejected it as being useless and without bacillus.

Long fingers brushed the door but didn't open it, whatever scene of devastation lay within she knew it was not hers to witness and it would only hurt Abel more if she did. She finishes the last few steps of the corridor slowly, entering the empty room she shared with Abel and curling into one of the chairs thoughtfully. Her eyes catch sight of the journal and she begins to flick through the pages for clues as to how long she has been gone and what has happened.

It's recent, so one of the first things she sees is the recording of what happened at the church with Joshua. Oh, Abel. Her heart pangs with regret for the blood spilled and she offers a silent prayer that nobody was killed.]

Nobody is irredeemable, and there is no circumstance worth taking another life over. Please remember that.

[ooc: Open over the journals, and backdated to when the girls were unfrozen. Sorry for the tl;dr.]

section 1, article 9 - neither rain nor snow (backdated)

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[Los Angeles hadn't been too awful for Kay, all things considered. when he woke up in his room in the castle, the first thing he thought of was to look for his J2 pistol - if they were back, it meant Legato was back, powers intact, and he had a partner to keep an eye on. as he got up out of bed, however, his foot hit something he hadn't been expecting to see, let alone kick -

- a canvas mail bag printed with the words "United States Postal Service". stacks of white plastic mail bins are piled up in one corner, to boot.]

... Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. ... Can I at least get a cuppa coffee before you throw this at me?

[thus did coffee appear.] Thank you. [picks up the mug and slurps at it, shuffling over to his wardrobe in his pajamas. as he pulls it open, hoping for that row of pristine black suits ... he's greeted with a row of Postal Service uniforms, just like what he'd been wearing for the past two weeks. with a frown, he peers into one of the buckets, and finds that they've been labeled on the side: 1st Floor, 2nd Floor, and so on - and every single piece of mail bears the name of a castle resident]

... Looks like I've still got a little work to do. [sighs, ruefully] Well, man does what he's gotta do, I guess...


[a little while later, once that coffee's been polished off, Kay will be roaming the halls of Paradisa with a wire cart, dropping off everyone's wayward LA mail. feel free to tag in if you signed up to get mail ... and even if you didn't, jump on in... if only to laugh at the mailman socks.]

⩪ 00:02

[deminuit.livejournal.com]

[ a noise of extreme irritation as the journal is picked up. there's wind in the background ]

Like a goddamn puppy, following you around. Except most puppies wouldn't survive being burnt to ashes.

Might as well use the thing.

Alright. So I get jerked into this shithole for a grand total of a couple hours, just enough time for me to swallow what I'm being told, before I'm off on a trip to some alternate universe L.A. Tons of fun, right? Right. Once you ignore the completely pointless factor. Then back here, where the complacency is a mile thick and covers the place like a blanket.

Fantastic.


[ he's sitting on the rooftop in town, just having given the place a rough canvas. he perused the journal the night he got here and several times after that, but now, he sits down to give it a thorough read though. that only lasts a few minutes, though. from his vantage point, he catches sight of something moving through the shadows. not much, but the black leather, the cape, the pointed ears and the symbol on the chest are enough to make him mildly curious. he list of things to do are few right now, so he stands, works out a crick in his neck, and follows ]

पाँच - 5 - Musings

[drugged-chai.livejournal.com]

[Mohinder is sat on the crenelations, he's peering down the side. The wind that is buffeting his hair has already forced him to tuck his multi-coloured scarf into his pocket, instead of around his neck and flapping into his face.

His thoughts centre where they've been since he had arrived in Paradisa and Szayel's torture of him had only strengthened them. The danger of this place, the danger of it to Molly.

The presence of Sylar here and the trust both Molly and Peter place in him.

He rubs idly where the knife had sliced through his skin, now utterly unmarked due to the magic of the Paradisa clinic.]

( Sylar )

(OOC: Open post - feel free to bother the geneticist who now seems to be utterly ignoring Ianto's leaflet on Health and Safety on castle roofs.)