Of all the thirty-six alternatives, running away is best

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

( To the castle (aka, Private) )

( Anyone who helped/saw her during her loss )

( Friends )

( Sakaki )

[She’s spent nearly a week trying to hide from people. Soon, she knows she’ll have to go back out. Face everyone and step back into the place she’s carved for herself, here. But for tonight she heads into town. If anyone is wandering late, they might notice the lights are on in the empty, town church where she holds her art class. People will be waiting tomorrow. Right now, she needs her art.

At first, she’s not sure what she’s planning. Even as she begins prepping the canvas and adding the underpainting, it’s still only a vague idea. But as the shapes start to form under her brush, she focuses, seeing the painting a step ahead in her mind. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in days. She needed to do this. Now. And, with pinpointed determination, she’ll be working at that canvas until well into the dawn.]

[ooc: Open over the journal or in person, if your char would have a reason to search her out/wander into the old church. And, with the loss over, I will officially stop spamming the comm. with Jilly. Thanks everyone]

Entrée de Journal Quarante: St. Crispin's Day

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[In honour of today, the castle has placed a momentary loss on Draco Malfoy. The tall blond of French ancestry can be found in the foyer on a mountain of Candy Corn. He's dressed head to toe in the armour and colours of King Henry V, aka Harry.]

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:

And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

[Blinks before coming back to himself and looking around realising where he is and what he looks like.]

What the bloody hell is this!

[Exclaims before he attempts to climb off the mountain of candy corn to make a swift exit before he's seen]

(OOC: Open Post! :D)

srs business guys.

[heirdom]

( People who can sew. )

♰ fourth night

[crystalize.livejournal.com]

( Filter [Guts' house] )

Has everyone picked out their Halloween costumes yet? There are only a few days left! This will be my first time actually celebrating Halloween, so I thought it would only be fitting if I dressed up. I think I've finally decided on a costume, too.

The candy corn and ghosts are.. strange but I think I can handle a little bit of inconvenience. I really hope that people aren't eating it.

18 bullet casings

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

[there's the usual sounds of someone getting up coming over the journal, then scuffling, and then a SNAP, followed by]

Awh, SHIT!

[ahem]

Arright, fine. Make lemonade, as Mama used to say. ... Any y'all ladies out there wanna say "screw costumes" and go shoe shopping in town with me? I just broke a damn good pair of heels...

(no subject)

[lapidatio.livejournal.com]

[ after exploring the castle and the city and just... reading through the journal, she dictates ]

I think I am getting the hang of this place, but... I still don't understand Halloween? Can I go dancing?

[ there's a pause and a noise of surprise. someone almost got hit in the face by candy corn ]

Did I make something mad? Don't have to be violent... They're the same colour as the building. [ a pause as she... examines it ] -- Food? [ another pause as she experimentally eats one ] -- They're good!

[ NOMS DOWN ON CANDY CORN ]

( hero filter )

[ meanwhile, she's sitting on the floor cross-legged (wearing her costume, of course) in the lobby with a handful of candy corn and just... chowing down. ): come bother her. ]

(no subject)

[billiardsplz.livejournal.com]

I kinda like this color scheme. Sure, my pool cue is totally girly now, but it throws off the competition.

The best part is all the free candy, and free candy is the best kind of candy. I know, I know, I can get free stuff all the time, but this is just easier! Now I don't have to think and wish for it. It'll be there in my pocket.

.01

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[One minute he's half waking thanks to almost falling off the small cot in the break room and the next minute he's pressed up against the wall as if it's the floor. The vertigo hits him right between the eyes so he stumbles and hey--a book? He nudges it with his toe before he just bends over, crouched, trying to breathe through the sick feeling.]

The hell is going on...?

[Looks like he's in a... lobby? Definitely not Mercy Hospital though. Great. As if this time of year wasn't bad enough.]

εїз 02

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

Anyone ever...changed? Physically that is. And not just a little change, I mean something closer to over-the-top. [Because as far as she knows this certainly is nowhere near natural. While she's waiting she's going to go ahead and go down to the kitchen for some hopefully not sweet things.

and she's mumbling to herself along the way] This is ridiculous. I can't imagine I ever dealt with this last time. I suppose I'd know if I remembered last time. [sigh]


((ooc: loss start and so very, very open in person or over the journal.))

♣ ???] the we're too late job (42nd)

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

( Team Leverage )

( Dick Grayson )

0.009

[diffusive.livejournal.com]

( private )

☆ one.

[blasthigh.livejournal.com]

[ the boy's ecstatic. there's candy everywhere! ]

Candy! Candy everywhere! 

[ he's practically skipping around the grounds outside the castle, looking at the orange and blacks, brown and dying greens. this was so different from living in the busy city. he was shoving the candy corn into every possible pocket wore. two in his front pants and a little in his jacket pockets.

his turtle neck with the vivian westwood orbs around the neck and black leather jacket were certainly ready for the winter, though his white ripped pants and boots said differently. well shin was never one for dressing to impress. he dressed to please himself, and for the ladies. so... okay, he did dress to impress. ]

This place is already awesome! I can't wait. [ he shoves a piece of candy into his mouth, lip ring moving a bit the the chain attached to it swinging as he moved. ]

So ah, where is everyone?

Episode 47

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

So this is why I was brought back here. I get it.

Yeah. I can do this.

Third Bite

[why-so-mean.livejournal.com]

Candy corn is great and all, but does anybody have Hot Tamales? Or Mike and Ikes?
Red stuff. Or I'm gonna have to chew on somebody.

One

[hyuuga]

[Over the journal, the sounds of pages being turned, the occasional "OOOoooo~"s accompanied soon after by squeaks sounding as though they are coming from a young woman, and footsteps can be heard. Hyūga Hinata is on the move, trying to find out information and checking out her new surroundings. Mainly trying to see if her captors have been nice enough to provide her with a map in the strange...book...that somehow has writing and voices coming from it along with her own writing and voice in it. And she is beyond certain she never has had contact with or seen this book before. It is all so curious and strange...

And helpful, to some degree. At least it helped her rule out kidnapping by Kumo ninja and told her that she was in some other world's castle known as Cair Paradisa. Yet there is still so much she does not know about this new situation.

Like a floor plan. So far all she is seeing is doors with nameplates--bedrooms, she supposes--just like the room she woke up in. Perhaps if she was someone else, she would have asked for help, yet she was not so brave or admitting of needing help. Unlike--]

--Naruto-kun... [She murmurs as she sits down on the stairs. He would have been yelling and screaming, demanding to go home, most likely. Not quietly reacting--never mind the almost panic attack she had had when she woke up--to this entire strange situation.

Yet she has tried to use her byakugan to figure out the structure of the castle, only to become very confused. Nothing matched up with common sense or even looks: pipes and wiring were meandering and haphazard, some even ending abruptly, and all the pipes were filled with those weird small orange-ish...things...that are everywhere; windows on the inside did not match up with those on the outside; some rooms were larger or smaller than they should have been; well, she could go on and on, but all it did was confuse her more.

She sighs and musters up her courage as best she can before speaking toward the journal.] Hello, um... My name is Hinata, and I suppose I am new here, and.... Well, if it's not too much trouble at all, can someone point me in the direction of the main floor? I...um... [She trails off, unwilling to admit that she--a trained tracker--is somewhat lost and confused. Even though it is justified.]



[OOC: Open post is open. Feel free to reply over the journal or stumble across her in person.]

(no subject)

[batfail.livejournal.com]

( [Batfam + Kara (Zor-El) ] )

=001=

[saltshotgun.livejournal.com]

[Journal opens to the sound of increasingly frantic rustling, followed by the slam of a drawer. Dean's just woken up, realized in the span of about a minute that this most definitely is NOT the shitty motel they fell asleep in, he's alone, he's wearing a shirt he knows he doesn't own, and the knife and the amulet are gone. What. The. HELL.]


...dammit. Coulda sworn nothin' followed us out of that cemetery but...


[He's getting really worried now, just this side of panicked because after watching his brother die, selling his soul, and facing that yellow eyed son of a bitch and a gate to hell nothing else should be happening for like, a week. At least. Even HIS luck can't be that bad, can it? He stops searching the end table and the bed; there's nothing familiar there anyway.]

[He crosses to the door, looks out into an equally unfamiliar hallway. Shit. SHIT, where the hell is he?!]


Sammy? [Louder, because if Sam's stuck in this place there could be demons or God knows what else, and if something happens to him NOW...] Sammy!


((OOC: Starting this over, to have him arriving in current time, ^^))

056

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

( [Walter Kovacs] )

( [Those who were concerned] )

[Aaaand in the meanwhile, there’s a Charlie in the laundry room trying to get the machines to give him… something that isn’t candy. Might just wash everything by hand if this keeps up, hnnngh]

[051] Spooky strategy

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

( Friends of Abel Nightroad )

( Tobias, Nanako, and Sora (The children staying with Abel) )

( Abel )

( Lorne )

( Peace Patrol and Anyone he has spoken to regarding protection plans )

[Later in the day, after speaking with everyone who he had to, he decided to take a saucer of milk along to Charlie's room, along with another sugar mouse as a small joke. Journal tucked under one arm, he dictates as he walks.]

I realize the decorations and effects of the castle are harmless so far... not to mention tasty, but I urge caution as we come closer to the date of Halloween.

If anyone notices anything on a more sinister vein out of the ordinary, please inform the castle as a whole as soon as possible to hopefully minimise dama--

[He cuts off abruptly as he slips on some candy corn left on the floor and falls unceremoniously to the floor, milk splashing all over the journals. Anyone with an open journal, sorry about that milky mess..]


[ooc: Completely open, over the journal or in person.]

ten »

[invokes.livejournal.com]

( owner of the now repaired toy )

( vanessa )

( private )

[ after spending a couple of hours in which he fixed up someone's poor, mangled doll plushed toy dinosaur and then attempted to play the waiting game to find out who the mysterious anon was, gil is now in the kitchen making himself dinner. his journal lies open next to him. ]

Do people often make strange, anonymous requests here? Surprisingly... as suspicious as it was, nothing happened. [ a sigh. he attempted to deduce anon's identity by hiding and waiting but that didn't work.

what a weirdo. ]


[ ooc: open or through the journal. whichever you fancy. ♥ ]

014;

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

( Zelman )

( Deadpool )

2nd power

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

( Clark )

♛ 11

[emit.livejournal.com]

( Room Filter )

don't put your fists up, fill them

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Thank goodness that nonsense with the capital letters only lasted one day ...