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lord-wizard.livejournal.com

Who: Felix, Ashura, Dextera, Mark, Nora, & Fenris (& YOU?!)
What: A small Christmas gathering
When: Sunday, December 25th
Where: Felix & Ashura's Paris apartment
Note: If your character is acquainted with Felix and wants to have been invited, please feel free to tag in. Action or prose is fine. Sections provided for your convenience. :>

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hard-talker.livejournal.com

[anyone wandering around Montmartre around, oh, let's say TEN PM - will find a teen chilling bundled up with a boombox. no Leonard Cohen this week - instead you get something ridiculously catchy and French bopping out of the speakers.

as Mark chills at a cafe table, nearby, Nora's sitting in the light from said cafe with an easel, a box of pastels, and a fresh supply of paper. a colorful sign propped on the back of the easel says PORTRAITS in big, bold letters, and there's a hat at her feet]

Heeeeeeey, welkommen, bienvenue, welcome, et cetera! It's yours truly, 'Arry le Dur, comin' at you with a big, sloppy wet French broadcast from the art center of Paris! That's right, the show goes on!

I know some of you are going absolutely apeshit about whatever job you rolled outta bed to find yourself stuck with, but think of it this way: at least you didn't wake up with fuckin' homework. Which, uh, yeah, no, I am not doing. What's French for "fuck school"?!

[this elicits a very loud whoop of encouragement from Nora]

So hey, if you've got a job you don't like, you know what I say? SHOVE IT! Throw your bills in the Seine, stick your school books on the subway tracks! This is fucking PARIS! At Christmas!!! I say we earned ourselves a fucking vacation, let's all GO NUTS! Even our poor confused newbies, Love and Remilia. We also have a guy who showed up in the journals TODAY, so ... Serious sympathy cards can be sent along with coping mechanisms of your choice to Legolas.

And hey, just because we're in Paris, don't think I'm gonna get off your asses about keeping the sheep-vibes at bay! We've got an emergency plan in the works, but it still needs floor captains! Go check it out on [page number]. It's filtered, so nobody who shouldn't see it will be able to, just in case any of the First Gens or their traitor buddies are wandering around the city, too.

But hey, if you're anywhere near Montmartre, come say hi. Seriously, this place is the shit. The cafes have great food, the music's badass, and Nora's doing portraits if you want one for whoever's on your Christmas list.

[and the boy speaks the truth. come and hang out with the kids and their artistic rebellious sensibilities! it isn't Paris until you get your bohemian on!]

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

You know. I never thought I'd say this... but I kinda miss school. [quickly] Not the homework, or the tests or the fucked up fascist dickwad principals... well... maybe English class, that was alright half the time. No. I miss hanging out with people and making friends [who aren't going to vanish before you can say goodbye]. I mean, my favorite part of the school year was the first few days of school when I got to see all the new kids and try to figure out if they were cool or not.

I'm not gonna sit here and introduce myself and sound like I'm sitting in a fucking A.A. meeting. Instead, I'm gonna ask all you guys a question. I want to know: What the hell's the big deal about snow? Seriously. It's cold. It's wet. Sure it's pretty to look at, but you can just look at a picture and get the same effect without freezing your ass off.

( Geoffrey Chaucer )

[Nora's going to be spending a lot of the day sprawled on a couch in the nice warm lobby looking out the window at the snow. She's got her sketchbook and passes the time drawing, alternating between practicing her landscapes and drawing a few more portraits of people she's spoken to.]

((ooc: Open! BE WARNED: Kiss at your own risk. This teenager's got a boyfriend and a HELL of a temper. Kids or friends (i.e. kiss on the cheek) are okay. PM or IM me for permission if you'd like.))

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

[Nora hasn't heard from Sakura since she last saw her as that little black cat earlier this month. Worried about her friend, she heads to her room to check on her. Wait... That's not... She looks around to make sure she's got the right room. No... this is the right room, there's just something missing from it. She stares at the door for a moment before slamming her fist against it.]

I fucking hate this place.

[She sniffs back tears as she pulls her journal out (not caring that it had already been stuck open in her bag).]

Anyone who knew her... Sakura's gone home.

[Not feeling the need to say anything more, she lets the book slip from her fingers, not even looking to see how it falls. Thinking for a minute, she wishes some of her art supplies down from her room. Setting the box of paint on the floor, she pulls out a brush and picks out the most vibrant shade of orange she has. The castle may get rid of it tomorrow, but that's no reason why she can't paint a memorial today.]

((ooc: Nora's painting a Phoenix on what used to be Sakura's door. Her journal's propped open, so replies in person or over the journal are welcome. Feel free to come by at any point in the painting process))

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

[Nora's bored. And when Nora gets bored she gets artistic. On this particular day she's decided that her art should be shared with EVERYONE.

So. She decided to paint the elevators. The inside of one of the elevators was painted to look like the occupants were suddenly under the ocean. There was algae, fish and even a shark bearing down on the inside of the door. On the ceiling the underside of a ship could be seen with the words Tick T0ck on the bottom.

The other one was painted to look like outer space. She tried to make the few constellations she could remember, but most of the stars were just haphazardly scattered about. There were planets, the sun off in one corner, asteroids, a space station and a UFO hovering on the ceiling, Tick T0ck repeatedly scrawled around the edge.]

So. Here's an open question for everyone: If you could change something about this place, anything at all, what would it be?

((ooc: Backdated to the 4th because, well, I fail and thought my Tick T0ck post was supposed to be THIS week. D: Open like whoa. Feel free to come into the elevator at any point while she's painting.]

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

Who: Nora, Mark, Minato, Goku and whoever else decides to show up.
What: Chilling at the apartment while the castle does its thing
When: Oct 2-4
Where: Nora's apartment in town. (Well... Jo's extra apartment, but who's counting?)
Rating: R. Some of these kids've got mouths.

Notes: ~~I'll put up sections for each day~~. Threadhop at will! Floor plan credit to Christina.

( A bunch of kids alone in an apartment... what could go wrong? )

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

( Mark, Minato, Rhyme, Ino, Sakura, Goku )

[During the day, Nora can be found out on the grounds attempting to make a leaf sculpture. It's tough going, but it looks vaguely humanoid. Come join her?]

gevurah

[ It's Tuesday, meaning entering the Four Seasons room today takes you to the Castle's magical beach. There are already a few people sitting on the sand and doing their thing. Join in or decide to play in the water. Remember, you can't swim too far off now otherwise you hit a wall. Literally. ]

[ ooc: beach shenanigans. anyone can join. tag in at your leisure. :) ]

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

Who: Nora Diniro and YOU
What: Nora's Headspace. Do you dare?
When: During the Headspace Plot.
Where: Room 901
Rating: Let's say R for language.
Notes: Nora may be around in her headspace but feel free to wander, play with the paint, read the poetry etc. I'll provide more details as needed

( You break into my brain... )

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

[Nora stretches as she wakes up, ready to start a brand new day... in jail.

Wait.

She looks around the jail cell.

................]

Oooooooooooh fuck.

[She drags a hand over her face as she thinks about the things she's done over the past few days and the people she's... Felix... Jono.... shit. And she and Mark almost... She groans and falls back against the pillows]

You know, castle, if you wanted to give me a taste of home you could have just expelled me. Did you have to land me in jail too?

[Felix and Jono]

Um. Can we just forget the last few days ever happened?

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[Clark]

[Trying ever so hard to sound sweet and innocent and harmless and repentant... is it working?]
Hey, uh, I was on a loss but I'm back to normal now. Don't suppose you could give me a pardon, could you?

[/filter]

((ooc: The aftermath of the Bad Kids Loss. Open over the journals or in the PP jail.... also: LJ why do you keep eating my cuts?!))

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

[sigh] This place fucking blows. Seriously. Alright. I might have been speeding a little bit, so give me a fucking speeding ticket! This is CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT!! [Nora falls back on the bed in the Peace Patrol jail cell. She thinks for a minute before pulling her journal over to her]

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Well it looks like I've got a little time on my hands. I don't have anything better to do so I'm taking requests. I'll draw anything. Name it, I'll draw it. Let's see how creative you can get, here. I did a little portrait of Clark earlier [page number] and I'm still feeling creative. So c'mon, let me have it!

[Nora doodles on the page as she talks, the following picture taking shape in the journal]

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[While she waits for requests she starts drawing a mural on the wall of her cell.]

((ooc:AKA let's torture the mun who will actually attempt to draw all of the stuff you guys come up with! Open over the journals or down in the PP Jail Cells.))

ofmywill.livejournal.com

[ Now. Now is the time.

He'd called everyone together, going into the city as nothing more than a group of kids around the late afternoon, and for the short walk down to the city they were just that- talking, laughing, perfectly normal but for the fire of determination in all of their eyes.

That stopped when they got here. Minato's nailbat was hefted, thrust into the air just once- a wordless signal that this was their time; the time to do what he'd promised.

To take Paradisa back, for themselves.

It only took one good swing to cave in the nearest window, glass shattering noisily everywhere. Minato had made sure to leave his journal open, and plenty of others: this castle's operations were no mystery to him. They weren't going to get caught, but this would not go unnoticed. ]

(ooc: Hokay! This post is completely open to all, both affected and unaffected by the plot. No need for sections this time.

- Kids: Just post your character doing their thing! Threadjack, threadjump, all good.
- Hero types: Jump into any thread and try to stop what's happening. If you nab the kid or not is up to you and the other mun. This applies to the people who signed up to stop things as much as anyone else!
- Everyone else: Tag in, react! A dozen kids mindlessly destroying the city makes a hell of a racket, so it can be journal or action. Not even castle businesses will be spared.

And of course, have fun. :B )

ofmywill.livejournal.com

[ Today is a very special day- moreso than his arrival at Iwatodai, moreso then Graduation Day, even moreso than Letting Ryoji Live.

That's right. Today is the day that Minato entirely stops giving a fuck. The world...what's it ever done to him? Nothing but pain, strife, and personal sacrifice. To hell with it all, he thinks. To hell with every damn thing but himself.

So today, there'll be a nice little display of him walking down the halls in his school uniform: fairly normal, but for the nailbat hefted over his shoulder. It takes until he gets down into the lobby before he does something with it, glancing around.

...shitty castle. What the hell does it all matter? ]

Tch.

[ A heft, and a swing, and the crash of breaking pottery heralds the end of a heroically sacrificed flower vase. Minato stares, passionless, at the shards on the floor. Then it's a glance at the journal, clearing his throat. ]

Everyone. Lobby.

Get it together.

( ooc: Loss starts here! Tag yourself into the post here, and I'll ~~set up some spare sections too~~ DONE AND DONE GO GO GO. Everyone threadjack and go crazy with the deliquent lobby hanging! )

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

Who: Nora Diniro and Mark Hunter
What: Happy Birthday Mark!
When: Midnight of 8/22
Where: Mark's room
Rating: What's a pirate's favorite letter? Arrrrrrrrrr

( You smell like a monkey and you look like one, too... )

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

[Filtered from Riful and all those other fuckers and anyone despicable enough to associate with them]

[In the middle of the night, three pictures show up in everyone's journals. Drawn in pencil, then charcoal and marker. For once, Nora doesn't want to disturb people's sleep. They're all going to need it, after all. Also... she really doesn't want to piss off the people who are risking their lives to help protect her and the rest of the castle. She writes a note above the drawings]

Back home, whenever something big was happening like a war or some other huge conflict there were always those who encouraged everyone through art. In my day it's mostly political cartoons but back during the World Wars people made these big amazing posters and stuck them everywhere. Normally I'd just do the same thing, or spray paint the lobby or something... but I don't know if they have spies in the castle and like hell am I gonna let them see any of this.

I may not be able to fight or do telepathy or any of that stuff... but I want to do something. So, here it is. My something. To all of you who are planning on going out and actually fighting these assholes: Thank you.

( Cut for Pictures )

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

[Since Archer mentioned the internet Nora's been trying to figure out what's supposedly so amazing about computers.

After a day of poking around all the random stuff that's bee posted on Castlenet she now understands. Finding inspiration she decides to try her hand at these stupid things.

Anyone going on Castlenet today will find themselves face to face with this piece of crack. She spins around in her chair, laughing.]

So. What's the worst song anyone's gotten stuck in their heads? This one doesn't count.

hard-talker.livejournal.com

Who: Mark and Nora
What: Apologies
When: Backdated to Sunday night, 7/31
Where: Nora's room.
Rating: R for language, most likely.

( Hey sweet Eliza, remember me? I'm a liar, but not a cheat, no - I think it's safe to say - that I got carried away )

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

[It's 1 AM and Nora can't sleep. She'd been laying awake, listening for Mark's broadcast... and the fact that there wasn't one made her hurt worse than ever. She didn't know if he was hurt, kidnapped, dead... or avoiding her... and she wasn't sure which one of those prospects scared her more. She's up on the roof, looking over the town. She'd filter to him... but he obviously doesn't want to talk to her so what's the point. Instead, she puts pen to paper, the thick black ink flowing over the page]

This place is a disease
Already I feel myself withering
Fading
Chilled to the core
Trapped in a feverish haze
A disease that attacks not our bodies
But our minds
Our hearts
Feeding
Like some eternal parasite
A succubus come to pull out our souls
Sacrifices to the mysterious entity
Yanking on our heartstrings like some demented puppet master
Waiting for us to give in
Stop resisting
Taking away every bit that makes us who we are
In the hopes that we will lose ourselves
Lobotomized
Victims of the mind fuck that is Paradise

((ooc: Well SOMEONE'S in a mood. Enjoy your depressing teenage poetry, everyone! Open over the journal or on the roof if anyone dares to disturb a brooding overemotional teenage girl))

huntersdaughter

Who: Jo Harvelle, Nora and Joshua
What: Introductions and a gallery tour.
When: Tuesday July 5th
Where: The Continuing Hope Art Gallery
Rating: Kid-Safe

Jo had asked both of them to come into the gallery in the morning, so she'd gotten up a bit earlier than usual to do a quick glance through all the pieces that were still hanging. Most of them she was familiar with, having been in the gallery for the time before the whole pirate-thing happened. There were still a couple that she didn't realize had been hung up, but sometimes that just was the case when you trusted people from the town to help you out.

Now she was sipping on a cup of coffee, leaning against a stool as she waited for either of them to show up. Hopefully, things would work out and this would be a smooth transition. She knew Nora enough to trust her with her old apartment, but Joshua was someone she'd just met. For a moment she wondered if she should've checked with Jilly, but this wasn't Jilly's responsibility and Joshua seemed to want to do this. It was almost amusing to think that she could find two people for the gallery in a day, but couldn't manage to find people to work in the Lux for the life of her.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she assumed someone would show up soon.

[ooc: Whoever tags in first, will determine the posting order until Jo can duck out and the two can just talk amongst themselves!]

eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com

( Room 505 AKA Private )

( Jo )

( Mark )

[Muttered]

Fuck this castle.

[With that, Nora is throwing a backpack over her shoulder and heading outside. She's running away from the castle for a while to live downtown. Feel free to run into her anywhere along the way... just don't expect her to be in the best of moods]

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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