[identity profile] icy-deception.livejournal.com
[the tapping of the pen against the desk is the only sound anyone will hear for the first few seconds before-]


Well, we all survived good old hallows eve...and the..recent chaos...

[She's heard flipping through the journal]

Hmm.
[identity profile] icy-deception.livejournal.com
[There's the distinct sound of a pen tapping against the journal page, finally the owner speaks]

Well, this place as..taken on a rather..interesting turn..

[The noise of the tapping stops, and another noise replaces it, one of fabric shifting.]

Hm?

[Chuckles]

I think I'm starting to hear things. Fantastic.

[identity profile] icy-deception.livejournal.com

[The sounds of pages flipping and heels clicking against wood]

Well, these journals are quite impressive. Even going so far as to be able to record voice? Interesting…

[It gets quiet for a moment, and then the resident sighs]

I feel like I’ve forgotten something important...hm, I’ll worry about that later. Right now, where am I exactly? I can’t exactly complain about my surroundings, but I’d at least like to know more about them.

I guess I’ll have to do a little more exploring.


[identity profile] justifiedmeans.livejournal.com
Expand[private] )

Something about rain in Spain... [the pen rests on the page a brief moment before she moves on]

Some of you act like you've never seen rain before. Is this a recent development here?
[identity profile] justifiedmeans.livejournal.com
Expand[Wesker] )

[Goof-off Day applies to people who make their own schedules B| So instead of hanging out at the shooting range, gym, or doing too much spy stuff, Ada is chillin' on the roof with her journal]

[[ooc: another open post~]]
[identity profile] justifiedmeans.livejournal.com
Expand[private] )

[the methodical firing of a gun can be heard--someone's found the shooting range and is totally not letting out some pent up frustration :| ]

[[ooc: open post~]]
[identity profile] justifiedmeans.livejournal.com
Expand[Chouji, Ino] )

Over just like that. So that's how this place works, is it?
[identity profile] justifiedmeans.livejournal.com
The fact that we've been provided weapons isn't very comforting.

[Filtered away from those fixated on the Marker]

[she writes down the number of the page with the list of names]

[a moment later she adds the page number to this]

Is someone keeping an eye on these people, or are we just letting them do what they want?

Expand[Leon] )
[identity profile] justifiedmeans.livejournal.com
[dictated]

One day, someone will remember to roll out the red carpet. Finding myself in this place and a murder occurring soon after doesn't really make a lady feel welcomed at all.

I'm guessing it's too much to hope that isn't commonplace around here?

[and there's a lady in red sitting at the table in the kitchen, quietly watching people with her journal sitting in front of her]

[[ooc: open post~]]
[identity profile] justifiedmeans.livejournal.com
[that would be the sound of a gun being readied, and then dictated:]

Funny, Wesker. You didn't tell me we were going on vacation. How nice of you to leave me armed.

[soft sounds of movement as she looks around the room, and then out the window]

... what kind of prison is this?
[identity profile] soldyoursoul.livejournal.com
Who: Ada and Leon
What: Meeting at the carnival
When: Backdated to when the plot was goin' on!
Where: By the ferris wheel?
Rating: Uhh... PG-13, if that?

Expandcuriosity killed the cat )
[identity profile] soldyoursoul.livejournal.com
Expand[private] )

This place never ceases to stop surprising me.
[identity profile] savedusall.livejournal.com
Who: Leon Kennedy ([profile] savedusall) and Ada Wong ([profile] soldyoursoul)
What: Yet again the two cross paths, only now under considerably different circumstances.
When: After the invasion.
Where: In a secluded courtyard somewhere within the castle grounds.
Rating: Most likely violence and some adult flirting if they don't shoot each other.

[identity profile] soldyoursoul.livejournal.com
[a sigh] I really miss zombies, ganados, and... things that didn't seem like monsters from a story book. The small ones would be cute if they didn't put up a fight.

At least the victim count from the castle has been low. For now.
[identity profile] soldyoursoul.livejournal.com
[the sound of something metallic being dropped]

You know, I miss the days when a few well-aimed head shots would make the enemy fall... for good, usually.

[a sigh]

Someone better take care of this problem, and quick.
[identity profile] soldyoursoul.livejournal.com
Out of my own morbid curiosity...

How many of us fall into the 30 or older crowd?
[identity profile] soldyoursoul.livejournal.com
... the horror never ends.

[[ooc: Guess who is in bright pink and red today? :D]]
[identity profile] soldyoursoul.livejournal.com
[a few things are throughly marked out]

Anyone care to accompany a lady for a drink tonight? I'm afraid I'm becoming a hermit.

[[ooc: Or afraid she's going crazy and hearing things.]]

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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