ღ 4; dicatated;

Dec. 5th, 2011 04:36 pm
[identity profile] shutupweiss.livejournal.com
[ Hey, Paradisa! The most eloquent, sophisticated of your lady folk has begun to notice that people are acting more peculiar than usual and that... it is snowing. She has decided to express her opinion on these things. ]

What the fuck is wrong with this shitty castle?

[ Reply, or action her somewhere! Open to fairy shenanigans too! ♥ Just be careful, she does bite. ]
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ღ 3; Action;

Oct. 29th, 2011 10:26 pm
[identity profile] shutupweiss.livejournal.com
[ Kainé doesn't care much about Diwali; she doesn't even know what it is for starters. Even if she did, she doesn't want to wear whatever this fucking castle gave her or play with the stupid lanterns or have a fucking party. They're still fucking prisoners in a stupid castle she doesn't care about. She doesn't want to pretend like everything is nice. She doesn't care if allegedly she'll be back home soon and no time has passed -- she can't understand that. She can't believe it. She can't process this. She can't -- can't fight this. So she's fled to the courtyard again, pacing. Outside is more comfortable for her, away from people. It's what she's used to. Her journal is thrown down on the ground -- she doesn't even know why she'd picked it up, some lingering hope it might give her an answer eventually.

Kainé paces, hands gripping onto her upper arms as she tries to think. Rehashes all her ideas. Reforms plans, plans that she's tried before. Again and again.

It's hopeless -- and you know what? Maybe she should just accept it. Pausing mid-pace, she tightens her fingers down harder into the bandages wrapped up around her left arm. She doesn't want to, but she's running out of options.

No, not accept it. But not let it win. Not let it make her play these dumb fucking games. Her fingers work under a layer of bandage and she hesitates a moment -- then starts to pull it off. It unravels, curling onto the ground and revealing -- just plain skin. Nothing worth hiding, to anyone who doesn't know her. Her shade is gone. She stands a moment, clutching the bandage in her hand -- flexing her grip on it, adrenaline pumping. Then, she hurls it. Slices at it with her swords -- slams a blade into the tree nearby, turns and rip it out to strike them against the wall of the castle.

She doesn't do anything halfway, and now that she's starting eventing her anger she isn't going to stop until she's done. ]
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ღ 2; dictated

Sep. 24th, 2011 03:46 pm
[identity profile] shutupweiss.livejournal.com
[ Kainé is not a happy lady. But it's not often that she is. Lately, though, she's become increasingly frustrated. People keep pushing her buttons. This castle keeps pushing her buttons. Now, there's... something she needs to know. You have the answer, Paradisa. ]

Does nobody else want a way out of this shithole?
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ღ 1; DICTATED

Aug. 12th, 2011 04:43 pm
[identity profile] shutupweiss.livejournal.com
[ Footsteps. Footsteps slowly increasing in speed. Hello, Paradisa. This is Kainé and she is not happy. Not at all. Something is wrong, very wrong. The last time she slept in a bed like this, it was in Facade. This is not Facade. The decor is not of a kind she recognises. Is this some kind of fucking joke? Because she sure as hell isn't laughing. Kainé doesn't even recognise the landscape. As if her week couldn't get any fucking worse, now she's lost her fucking mind and --

The slow sick feeling nagging at her -- suddenly she knows what it is, what's so wrong. Tyrann. She can't feel him, can't hear him -- it's too quiet.

What the hell is going on? ]

Shit. I don't know what kind of sick joke this is but I'm not laughing, you hear? So someone better start talking soon or I'm going to really lose my patience. We can ignore the kidnapping if you start answering some fucking questions.

[ This is the sound of her pacing across to where the journal is sat, pages turning -- then her stopping. What? Why is what she just said -- ]

What in the... Stop that! Damn it, useless piece of --

[ And that? That would be the book being knocked off the table. She doesn't have a great deal of patience with magical books, time to try and work out where this place is. ]

[ ooc; sorry for the late intro, London got a bit wild this past week! Journal reply or Action-tag, she's going to run off and explore. ]
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001. [dictated/action]

May. 6th, 2011 02:09 pm
[identity profile] wildcompanion.livejournal.com
[Kainé's just arrived in Paradisa and is walking about trying to figure out just where the heck she is, when she notices that a journal (her journal) has been trying to follow behind her this whole time]

Just great. Another moving book. [her tone of voice is slightly amused] And I thought I had seen enough of them to last a life time. What, are you going to start talking too?

[she then disregards the book and starts to walk away, foot steps being picked up by the journal. Soon they stop though as she realizes said journal is still following her. Okaaaay... Her previously amused tone is gone.]

Look. Fuck off, alright? I'm really not in the mood for this shit right now.

[she starts walking away again but stops once more because- yep. Journal's STILL following her. There's a low growl before...]

I SAID FUCK OFF!!

[and with that she kicks the journal with as much force as she can, sending it whirling down the hall]



(ooc: over the journal or in person, all is cool!)
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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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