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[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[near the duck pond, amidst the piles of leaves, is a half grown husky. He's jumping in and out of the leaves and happily tearing about while his owner follows at a more sedate pace.

And then, he spots the small flock of ducks resting on land. There's a loud bark and he's running towards them at a breakneck pace. Startled quacks fill the air and most of them (quickly) waddle towards the relative safety of the pond, wings flapping in surprise. By luck or by skill (probably the former), he manages to separate one rather irate duck from the flock and starts driving it away from the pond.

She's amused for about half a second before the squawking duck takes to the air and flaps directly towards her head. Instinctively throwing her arms up over her face with a yelp, she suddenly feels a weight land on her head. The duck manages to get in a few admonishing quacks before the dog barrels straight into the girl in an attempt to catch it.

Another yelp as she topples over. The duck flies away and she manages to grab the dog's collar before the idiot decides to throw himself into the duck pond.]

Dammit, Blitz! I swear, there better not be feathers in my hair. [she grumbles, but she starts scratching his ears with a small smile] Stupid mutt.

[Happy bark!]

[[ooc: open in person or over the journal (that conveniently opened as she fell over)!]]

♐ fifty-ninth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

[He hadn't seen Lana in a while and it wasn't like her to be out of touch for such a long period of time. Even if they had cooled off their rendezvous, he was still concerned. Of course, it all made sense when he dropped by her room to see that it was now nameplate-less.

He'll wait until he's at the shooting range before dictating to the journal:]

To those that knew Lana Kane, she's left the castle.

I'm sure she's back home trying not to shoot Archer and possibly failing at that.

[Voice; Action for his room]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Conan had opened the journal and left it lying on the table as he worked on checking the operation of his sedative dart watch.  With no Professor Agasa here to supply replacements it would be bad if any of the parts jammed.  So today he was checking the operation and attempting to load a new dart into the launcher.  At the sound of something happening on the journal he glances up sharply and moves one finger a little too much.

The device triggers.

Conan only has time to let out a surprised cry as the dart hits him.  He fights against the drug for a few seconds before slumping into a deep sleep.]

✚ 004

[templarssuck.livejournal.com]

( ”Hawke” )

( ”Bonnie” )

Has anyone here ever tried to keep a sort of tally on how many there are of everyone around here? I don’t mean a population count, more like ... there are this many humans, this many elves, this many dwarves ...

Though, are there even any dwarves around here? Will anyone get mad if I make a dwarf joke? Maybe I should avoid that one anyways ...

Er, and one more thing – what, exactly, is a “taco”?

[ooc: Tags will be slow due to LJ fail and finals stuff ;;]

♙ 3

[howruthless]

[she debates a long time before making this entry, trying to find the best way to word this properly. It wasn't that she didn't want to find out who knew her before, and what connections she had, if any, but she didn't want to presume that she had them, or make it sound like she wanted to find them for the wrong reasons.

But there's a part of her that has to know -- NEEDS to know -- and she knows she'll feel better once she's done it.]

[filtered away from Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and Oliver Queen.]

[dictated]

My name is Tess Mercer. Like some of you, this isn't my first time in the castle, but I have no previous memories of my stay here. In fact, as far as I've been told, I think I was from a completely different point in my own personal timeline, but ... for now that's irrelevant.

What I'm interested in finding out if there were any ... personal acquaintances from my time here who are still present in the castle. If it's not too much trouble, I wish to speak with you.

Thank you.

20th Death

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

( kitchen filter )

(no subject)

[batfail.livejournal.com]

( [Damian] )

[Filtered to anyone who has ever spoken to Bruce Wayne]

Random question, but has he been acting weird? Inappropriate comments, disregard for... most things, stuff like that.



( [Bruce] )

Thirty Eighth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

( Brock )

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Who: Delirium (fishy_go_byebye) and Legato (endthem) - OTA after that~
What: Crazy draws the Del~
When: Now! ish... Nowish.
Where: The prisons
Rating: This thread is not yet rated.
Notes: Actionspam and log both welcome.

( Once upon a midnight black )

003. Dictated/Action

[youngest10yrold.livejournal.com]

[There's a lot of shuffling and flipping of journal pages before the owner of the journal speaks, though they don't say much.]

Guy?

[Meanwhile, those who walk through the lobby might notice a redheaded ten year-old wobbling like around the room like a toddler, inspecting the furniture and searching for his aforementioned guardian. It might be a good idea to stop him before he gets into trouble though. He's rather prone to it, at this age.]

[[ooc; Loss time! Reminder that Luke is now bitty for the next week or two! Keep in mind that while Luke is physically ten/elevenish, he's mentally only a few months old, so his speech and motor skills are lacking.]]

[ 56 ]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[oh hey... so, that evil genius guy? Yeah, he's still here... still in jail... and really, really bored.

He's so bored, in fact, that he's feeling just a liiiiittle bit loopy. He has actually resorted to thinking about what people typically do to entertain themselves when they're stuck in jail. Y'know... based on movies he's seen.

So, sitting with his back up against the bars, while he fidgets with a bendy straw--the only object in his cell that isn't a journal--he starts to sing.]

Nobody knooows... the trouble I've seeeen... Nooobody knows my sorrow...

[...yep.

At least he has a good voice?]

( Crowley )

((ooc: open over the journal or in person?? gfdhjk))

one

[n0thing-is-fair.livejournal.com]

[Jon Snow leaned down to pet his direwolf. Ghost made a contented noise, and Jon smiled. They shared a bond that no one but he and the wolf could understand. Jon straightened and gasped. This was definitely not the Wall or Castle Black. Panic time. He takes out Longclaw, the sword Lord Commander Jeor Mormont had given him. Ghost takes a glance about Jon’s room and growls. Jon doesn’t notice this at first, but the journal is laying open nearby.]

What’s going on? Who has brought me here? Show yourself or, I swear by the Gods, I will find you!

[He notices the journal and picks it up, flipping through it. He notices his name on it. After a moment, he’ll go exploring, sword drawn and snarling direwolf by his side (and the journal will be with him.) So, open in person or over journals. ^^ ]

(no subject)

[lonenoble]

Already been over a month since I arrived here.  Have to admit, this isn't where I expected to end up at this point.  From a planet being glassed to...  This place.

Anyone else feel the same?  I'm sure my story can't be unique.