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Apr. 5th, 2009 10:23 am
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[The journal picks up the sound of tape static for a moment before the sound of voices. Jude doesn't know that it's open. The voices are pretty low-quality, under gritty static, fading in and out with movement.]

-- s is January first, nineteen six -- wait, shit, what year is it anyway? -- [thunk]

-- o dea, man. Just go with i -- [chhh]

-- Right, January first, New Year's, Jude -- re and I are more plastered than mom's--k-t-chen wall --

-- [laughter] What? --

-- re man, pass me the bottle --

-- thought you resolved to drink less, Max? [a laugh]

Read more... )

[and then the sound of present!Jude laughing sadly, then suddenly shifting, noticing the journal]

Shit! [and closing it. he'll be back later.]

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Mar. 12th, 2009 11:47 am
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[dictated; the sound of a dog sniffling faintly in the background]

Anybody actually gonna bother sellin' these things? 'Cos if anyone wants mine, take 'em before they get turfed. I can't get Penny to keep her nose out.

C'mon, Penny. Out. We're goin' outside. - Yeah, look, Penn', a biscuit that's not gonna make you ill. Leave those. These are better. Trust me.

Right - let me know. Thanks.

[journal closes, but in a few minutes Jude will be outside walking Claire's dalmatian. :Db He's... never really looked after a dog before, fff.]

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Mar. 7th, 2009 12:55 am
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[this is Jude with his face in his pillow going 'ffffffff' with the journal in close proximity]

Kill me now.

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Feb. 14th, 2009 12:16 pm
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com


[someone's mun is bored and... idk. Instead of feeding the vday pessimism, he felt like being colourful.

He'll be down in the kitchen after this. o/]


((ooc: Running out to do some errands, will bbl. ♥ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! ilu all.))

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Jan. 26th, 2009 09:57 am
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[So... Jude's got a lot of shit, paint cans and shit in his room, yeah? So when the power goes out and he's in the middle of walking through all that... well, it can't bode well. Especially not in this corner of the room.

The journal picks up a crash, and a yell of pain, and some shifting - then the power goes on again, and a quiet, pained 'fuck' can be heard. Then some stuff shifts around a bit, and the journal gets picked up :< Slightly muffled, as he's rubbing his eyes with one hand:]


Anybody about in the clinic? 'Cos I think I just broke me fucking wrist. [pause, prod] Ahhh, shit.

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Jan. 21st, 2009 09:07 pm
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[doodles! lots of doodles! you can't go wrong with doodles! Jude is hanging out on the roof... doodling. He's got a sandwich, and he's kind of enjoying staying up here since it's one of those not-too-cold, gorgeous, cloudless days.]

((ooc: Jude needs friiiends... pretend this was earlier.))
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
WHO: Jude Feeny ([livejournal.com profile] artistictemper) and Max Carrigan ([livejournal.com profile] needs_somebody)
WHAT: CHILLIN'.
WHEN: Arrround Christmastime.
WHERE: /roof
RATING: PG for their mouths. |D

Do you need anybody? )

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Dec. 31st, 2008 09:59 am
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
So.

Any parties goin' on tonight, then?

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Dec. 23rd, 2008 04:02 pm
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[o hay guyz, Jude's out for a walk. he's not exactly /avoiding/ the wreaths... ]

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Dec. 15th, 2008 11:41 am
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[the journal records singing.]

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy, are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me...

Nothing's gonna change my world...


[and if anyone's fit to notice, Jude is chillin' down on the main floor, sketching people.]

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Dec. 3rd, 2008 11:11 pm
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[the journal records outdoorsy noises, but nothing other than that; Jude is out by the pathway that leads down into the city, sitting on one of the larger rocks on top of the hill. he's staring out at the landscape stretching out along the horizon, taking it all in; the snow, the scene and the colours - maybe he should come out and sketch this later - as he rolls a cigarette over in his hand that he knows he can't smoke. bundled up semi-warmly, he's just thinking. this boy needs to be pestered.]

((ooc: Open post, go on ahead. He really needs CR, man. D: Frigid '60s Liverpudlian artist dead ahead!))

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Nov. 8th, 2008 11:37 pm
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[have an ever-developing detailed sketch of the Psychedelicatessen and the apartment above it, the way it would've looked in its prime back in '67]

Fun while it lasted, I guess, 'cept for the last few days.

Max, how you doing?

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Nov. 2nd, 2008 01:25 am
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[recorded! the sound of rustling sheets, then Jude finally comes to in an exact replica of his old room in a New York flat; paintings, clothing and shit included!...]

What?

[a lengthy pause.]

Oh... oh my God. I'm home. I'm h -- MAX. Oi, Max, you h -- [and in all his commotion of getting out of bed, Jude knocks the journal off the stand and notices it!]

What... Shit. Still 'ere, then. Fantastic.

Max? You in 'ere? [pausity pause, might as well give it a try.] Luce? Sadie?
[identity profile] needs-somebody.livejournal.com
Who: Max and Jude
What: Max rushing down to meet him
When: Right after Max's arrival
Where: Jude's room
Rating: at least PG-13 for swearing.

He creeps up from behind... )

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Oct. 15th, 2008 10:55 pm
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[dictated]

Who all's still 'ere, then?

Filter: Private )

((ooc: He lives, I swear.))

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Sep. 18th, 2008 09:12 am
[identity profile] artistictemper.livejournal.com
[Jude is not dead! Just neglecting the journal. There are drawings on the page, as usual; faces with vague resemblances to castle residents (not too detailed; he doesn't want to come off as creepy), the castle itself, stuff like that. Then, soon after, dictated;]

This place is fucking barmy.

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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