[ oo1 ]

[wantstoprotect.livejournal.com]

Ah...Edge? Reimi...?

[ and there's a long silence. He really has no idea where he is...and is going to start on wondering through the castle and scanning the place for any traces of something he recognizes.]

This doesn't make any sense. Matter transportation? But then where are the others?

[ he's muttering mostly to him. since there doesn't seem to be an answer nothing to do but search the place and try and find them. and pretend he cares what time it is. ]


[[ooc; open journal or in person is welcome~. ]]

(no subject)

[flightworthy.livejournal.com]

[See, this is the thing about wings. Eventually they start itching and somehow (it's not like they have voices, but that itch) start making him antsy, anxious, claustrophobic. There's only one real cure for it (cleaning an already spotless room doesn't really work after the third time), so he does what he always does in this sort of situation.

He goes flying.

Hey, at least it's night? B:]

[OOC: The elusive Jaybird has taken wing! Catch him at take-off, flying or landing? :3]

※ three [ dictated ]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

I need your help to win a bet. Answer me this, Ukitake Jyuushiro, who in the castle is acquainted with him? Speaking to him or sharing tea once counts.


( Max, Shunsui and Abel )

♦ 3

[wereall_addicts]

[So bored Sophie is bored. And she's been messing around in the journal, playing with different things, reading back from her previous time there before, and she realizes, through the course of this, what the journal is REALLY useful for.

Performances.

Yup.

She's got the journal open in front of her, and she's digging through her repertoire to find something that she thinks is appropriate and fun, and she finds The Star-Spangled Girl. Neil Simon, always fun. A quick read through and she's ready to go but as she starts ... ]

Mr.Cornell, I have tried to be neighborly, I have tried to be friendly and I have tried to be ... oh, no. That isn't right.

[what's supposed to be Texas naivete is coming out horribly, horribly wrong. That ... wasn't normal. So she starts over.]

Mr.Cornell, Ah have tried to be ... what on earth.

[a beat. she's thinking this over. and then ... ]

Mon-ser, I must insist ... [stop -- that sounds like she's mocking]

Now really, darling, you mustn't be ... [again, stop -- too many hard syllables]

Guttentag. This must be your ... [stop -- not enough of that gravelly feeling in the back of the throat]

Bugger. What is wrong with me today?

[ ... and someone has stumbled across her loss. Open open open]

(no subject)

[waywithplants.livejournal.com]

[Briar can be found in the library. Why? Because he has an Ivysaur following him around]

I should probably found out what I can about you.

Saur!


[ooc: journal or open!]

(no subject)

[onlydemands.livejournal.com]

[The recorded sounds of pages being flipped and then the sound of a book being thrown and smacking against a wall]

Reading... Bah. I don't need to read. But if putting my name on things will make people know they're mine... Hm. [He picks up his journal and there's more page flipping~]


Green Lantern! Where are you?


((Oh man it would help if I actually posted this to the comm fffffff))

† 44

[priestish.livejournal.com]

( Filters to Caterina, Seth, Faye, and Clark )

[and, that done, he addresses the journal and Paradisa at large. there's a little pause, some rustling like he's scratching a cheek, the soft sound of something metallic clinking as he pushes at his glasses. when he talks, he sounds like his normal, derpy self again...]

...Ah.

[pause...]

I think I owe you an apology, Paradisa, for my behavior lately... Miss Lilith, Lana, and Ino are all...

...

Everything is alright, now! I'm sorry, if I said anything unwarranted, or did anything that...

[another pause... and his tone is softer, more meaningful]

--Thank you. To everyone. For all the strife we're meant to endure in this place... I'm taught, time and time again, it's made more than worth it by people who can unerringly restore my faith in the world.

So... thank you.

Really.

I feel my years of age

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

Who: Ukitake Jyuushiro and Kyouraku Shunsui
What: Just another to add to the serious conversations
When: After Abel and Ukitake's intense madness
Where: Shunsui's room
Rating: Teen perhaps?

( Telling me dreams don't die )

─ thirty five

[compete.livejournal.com]

[ the journal is dropped open ] What the hell...

[ THIS. HER ROOM. WHAT HAPPENED TO IT. DVDS SMASHED. PIECES ON THE FLOOR LIKE HER HEART, SPIRIT, SOUL. WHATEVER. THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT. nothing left but... re....venge ]

What the hell!? [ there's crashing as Chie starts ... kicking shit around her room in anger. HNNNGG ] Who did this!? Who--

[ angry screaming, smashing, moshing.. but suddenly... she knew for some reason :c ripping through the remains of her room to find DAT chocolate box, a gift given to her by that idiot jerk. she emptied the contents on her floor and crushed them with her heel like you would to a disgustabug. ] --Where is he? Where's JR.!?

[ there's sharpie squeaking and someone running out the door. SHE IS GONNA EFFIN KILL JR. kill him dead. ]

[ ooc: LOSS START.. AUGHHGAUGHAGUH ]

छह - 6 - Questions

[drugged-chai.livejournal.com]

( Private )

I have a question I hope someone can answer. From what I understand this castle seems to play on festivals and certain dates particularly in Earth's calendar it seems. Is the castle likely to recognise anything about tomorrow?

023 - Doing my ABC's

[cantsinganote.livejournal.com]

( Hassan )

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

( Private )

• 002

[embattles.livejournal.com]

( Joyce Summers )

[She's wandering outside now, exploring the castle grounds in a set path towards the city. Immediately after getting back from LA, she's been spending her time making use of the gym, enjoying having her abilities back. Patrolling the area at night, just in case, doesn't give one a good idea of the layout of this place]


[ooc: totally open]

(no subject)

[lovingguide.livejournal.com]

( Seth )

The paths that people walked to reach this world, and the ones they will walk again at home, are very different. But while we are here, we all walk the same path, and I would like to get to know my fellow travellers.

(no subject)

[actionmom.livejournal.com]

( Private )

So...

What does everyone here do for fun? I can't believe I'm People need...ways of distracting themselves, don't they? To keep their sanity, I mean.

[ ooc; Auuugh, bad me, I am dying and must crash. But I promise to respond in the morning! Sorry for the fail. ]

(no subject)

[heirdom]

If we don't age, how does your hair still grow? My hair's almost touching my eyebrows now if I don't brush it back, and it used to be short. If I cut it all off, would it all grow back?

How do wounds heal? If we're still functioning on a biological level, why don't we age?

I hate magic. There's no REAL answer to that!

{ ten }

[accomplishing.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Before we were all taken to Los Angeles, someone was talking about setting up some sort of judicial system, weren't they? I wonder if that's going anywhere? I know that I'd like to help, no matter the direction it goes.

I guess with so many people from so many different worlds, it would be quite difficult, but I think anything's possible.

If we... [ a pause, and her speech slurs a bit ] Um... If we...

[ and then a clatter as she collapses and yanks her desk chair down with her before she can even sit in it ]


[ ooc; Nina's finally getting updated to chapter 40, so she's gonna be out for a day or two. Feel free to find her unconscious in her room whenever. BD ]

017 bullets fired

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Hey.

Hey Xellos.

Have a machine.]

(no subject)

[hawtcuzimfly.livejournal.com]

( private )

(no subject)

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[THIS IS ACTUALLY WRITTEN FOR ONCE hot damn]


To whom? it may concern,

Q and I have decided to go camping. Actually, more like Q wanted to go and I followed him until he let me. Let's not get into semantics here. Don't know how long we'll be out here. Don't know when we'll be back. I'm going try and find somewhere to fish. Q is going to do his best to ignore me. It's going to be just like a family vacation! I'd send postcards if I could. Need something from me (Or Q I guess) you can get us through the journals. Anyone I like had better not die. Anyone I don't like is free to pitch themselves off the roof.


Love, Deadpool



PS: Someone feed my bird. Thanks!

• 001

[benevolentsong.livejournal.com]

[There's a tiny little girl in the kitchen, kneeling on the counter, attempting to reach a box of pasta very high up on the shelf, using one of her hands on a lower shelf for balance and stretching as high as she can. The shelf wobbles slightly. This is going to end in disaster]

Ah...Almost got it...

(no subject)

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

[private]

This is an outrage! An outrage!

Dreaming

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

I had a dream I was back home in Texas last night. I'm not sure if it was being in L.A or that fact that somewhere, somewhen it was Daddy's birthday last week. But I woke up and I was in my room. With the same old quilt and the ribbons on the walls and the window I used to sneak out of in the summers. The steps used used to all sit on, off the porch and eat popsicles we froze ourselves with bits of berries in them. I used to like to watch the trails of ants that came to take away whatever melted off. I swear I could smell the flowers coming up in the garden.

And then I woke up.

29 hits

[preparedforthis.livejournal.com]

[Right now, in the Paradisa kitchen, Duster and Lucas are seated at the kitchen table and having a nice meal of ... cheese. Yep, there's a big wheel of it, with slices cut like it's birthday cake.]

I wonder why there are holes in this kind of cheese ...

(no subject)

[not_myfirstday]

Who: Elle & Sylar
What: Talking about Sylar's new ability and their 'relationship'
When: Late Sunday Night - March 28th
Where: Elle's Room
Rating: R



( How Normal Goes )

(no subject)

[hassan-q.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Who's going adventuring? I want to learn the names of my soon-to-be travel mates!

If you aren't, why not?

[OOC: ldshg I hate to post and crash soon, but I must! D:]

i compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave~♪

[letssingaduet.livejournal.com]

[Diva wakes up in a strange place - courtesy of Gil waving a gun around and not being enough of a gentleman to not let her faint, and Komui being more of a man than Mr Moodypants will ever be and whisking her away from the nasty meanie and off to the clinic - and for a while it's all she can do just to blink at the ceiling, trying hard to place it. It's odd, different... and the room smells faintly of blood and something nasty and sharp. Wait. Blood... It's enough to get her sitting up in her bed, staring around at her surroundings. Ah, that's right, she'd been hungry. So hungry...

Oh! She does recognise this place. She's been here once before, when she was hungry and looking for something easy to eat... Albus had been here. Oh yes, she remembers. ...but why is she here now? Cue a little more befuddled glancing around, before her eyes flick over her own clothed stomach, and she stops.

The sweetest smile comes over her face as she grabs for her journal, pulls it open and calls into it in a tone somehow slightly more... dulcet than her usual.]

Jyuushiro? Jyuushiro, won't you come and see me? Come and take me back, alright? It's boring in here. No fun at all.

[Open to clinic and journals. Loss start! Hello there Jyuu.]

I know there's somethin' happenin' here...

[f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com]

Who: Eunice Bloom & Paul Smecker
What: Deciding what to do about a murderer
When: Tuesday, the night before Question's departure
Where: Smecker's room
Rating: R, for their potty mouths

Eunice had spent days in the library, poring through the stacks devoted to firearms and forensics. Without a proper computer database, it had taken much of her time since their return to the castle, to find the information she was looking for. Finally, her hair disheveled, surrounded by books and folders and scribbled-in notebooks, she found the last piece of her puzzle. Scooping up one book and marking her place with a page of notes, she swept up the rest of the notepads under one arm, leaving the rest for the ghosts to put back. There was no time to clean up her own mess: she was a woman on a mission.

A few staircases' climb later, Eunice stood in front of her mentor and partner's door. Only, there was one problem: her hands were full. With an exasperated sigh that blew her bangs up out of her face, she kicked at the door with one high-heel.

"Smeckah! Come an' git this door before I drop all this shit on the floor an' lose a whole day's work, already!"

(no subject)

[jokerish.livejournal.com]

( To the Castle//Private )

Reunions

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

This is a great day.

Not an infamous one, or of any historical significance. This will not appear on any test.

It's just a great day. And this is me remembering it.

(no subject)

[junescutie.livejournal.com]

( Everyone who bought Girl Scout Cookies )

( Kids of Paradisa age thirteen or younger + Eunice )

[b-backdated to earlier in the evening, before she goes to bed or something. AND IT'S STILL THE 31ST IN SEATTLE ASLDHG]

Oh, tomorrow is April Fools day, isn't it?

[ahem, grown up time for nanako] P-People shouldn't play any mean pranks tomorrow, okay? It's really not nice. So if we're all polite to each other, it'll be okay, and then nothing bad'll happen.

¤ 1

[scheris.livejournal.com]

[Unknowingly recorded]

Well, this is new. Who'd have thought the Other Side was so cushy?

[The sounds of a bed being flopped on and tested a little.]

Not bad at all! I could really get used to this~