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helljumped.livejournal.com

[Rookie may have realized a few bottles too lately that there was something wrong with his water. Even now as he moved to grip the nearest piece of furniture in his room, only to miss and fall down on to the floor in a clattering heap of metal and shameless giggling, did he come to the murky conclusion that he was somehow drunk.

Which he found oddly more hilarious as he turned his non-helmeted head (no doubt having tossed the equipment off at some point) and saw his journal laying wide open besides him.]

Is - is anyone else -- [He'll trail off in another fit of laughter when his clumsy attempts to sit up failed, settling with just letting his head fall back against the floor as he tried to make proper words once more.]

I think I need some help.

(ooc: Open as open can be~. Rook's just a giggling mess right now, so. :3)

emit.livejournal.com

Who: Kallen (

emit) and Rookie (

helljumped)
What: Speaking again after a week of awkward
When: The evening of Dec 12
Where: Seventh floor hallway, followed by room 707
Rating: PG to PG-13?

( Read more... )

helljumped.livejournal.com

[As excited as he had been for the holidays, ever since those fairies showed up, Rookie's enthusiasm had dwindled a bit. Something he didn't outwardly try to show, sure, but to anyone who knew him, they might have been able to tell that there was something amiss... if he hadn't been making the attempt to avoid interacting with people whenever he could help it. Bits of journal conversation aside.

But it had gotten to the point where he was just growing restless. Sitting around thinking was only able to do so much, and when he tried to get his frustrations out through training, in the end it only proved to frustrate him further.

So it was only a matter of time before he was grabbing his journal and heading out the door.]

( York )

(ooc: Backdated to about the 9th or so. )

emit.livejournal.com

Who: Kallen (

emit) and Rookie (

helljumped)
What: Fricking fairies
When: December 5th, evening time
Where: Hallway, then room 707
Rating: ... idk

( It was December in Paradisa, the fifth to be exact. )

helljumped.livejournal.com

[Originally, Rookie had planned on spending the morning outside today to enjoy the fresh air, but decided against it when recalling the piles of leaves that were still littering the castle's grounds. Having no real interest in wasting the duration of his afternoon with plucking foliage out of his armor - as that usually tended to be how his evenings were spent once he returned indoors - the ODST could instead be found sprawled out in a nice little corner of Paradisa's lobby with the journal purposely propped open over his helmet.

Luckily for those listening, however, it wasn't snoring that was being transmitted over the pages today.]

( Filtered to those in the UNSC - except the Meta. )

[Once that was said and done, Rookie gave a soft sigh before moving on to the next two filters. Since he may as well cover all his bases while he was doing the whole journal thing.]

( Ted )

( Kallen )

(ooc: Feel free to come across Rookie in the lobby, but other than that replies will be after I sleep. o/)

teds-up.livejournal.com

( ----Actiony Cut---- )

So it wasn’t very long before he was raising his knuckles to give a very loud, sharp knock on the architect’s door.]

[Naturally, Ted’s caught off guard by the knock. Eyes slightly bleary, he blinks and looks over from the spot on his bed where he’d been thinking.

With a clearly confused tone:]

Uh.. come in?

[Hearing that, Rookie lets himself in after some minor hesitation. Any clues as to what he was currently thinking hidden well beneath that helmet, but it did little to stop that friendly nod once that door was closed behind him.] Hey, civvy. Mind if I bug you for a moment?

[Ted blinks, his reaction a bit slow, almost like he’s coming out of a trance. His voice is subdued.]

Rookie? What’re you doing here so early?

… Early? [A bit of a head tilt, before he’s fluidly folding his arms across his chest.] Don’t tell me you just woke up?

[His confused look becomes ever more perplexed.] Yeah? Isn’t it around nine-ish?

[Staring at you from under that visor pretty hard, bro.]
More like two. [Pause.] In the afternoon.

...Oh. [oops he forgot how to care] What’s up?

[Sighs, slowly shaking his head.] Nothing. Just wanted to check up and see how you were doing.

Mm. [He turns his head back to stare at the ceiling.] I’m alright. [Just kind of traumatized, no big deal.]

[... Dude, he can tell that you’re lying. Don’t even try that charade, civvy.]

Didn’t seem like that a few days ago.

Huh?

Back in Libet. [A visible shift of his helmet downwards, watching Ted carefully.] After the incident with the train, remember?

[Truth be known... Ted can’t even remember the last part of the train ride. He just remembered riding it, and then someone on the train crying out-- and then, suddenly, he was outside the train wreck, throwing up. Apparently, his brain thought it was scary enough experience to kick to the curb. Still, Ted’s no less aware of how close to death he had been.

His expression can only really be described as “uncomfortable” as he shifts in his bed. It was one hell of an experience after all, and not enough time had passed for him not to feel strongly emotionally attached to what memories he did retain.

His voice becomes quiet again.]

Yeah.

[If Rookie had any doubts about there being something wrong with the civilian prior, they were all but gone now.] Ted, look. I’m usually not the best person to talk to when it comes to stuff like this, but -- [He suddenly stops, before giving a quiet, muttered swear when attention happened to drift towards the journal lying open on the architect’s desk. He was really starting to hate these things.]

… Hold on. [There’s going to be the sound of armored boots making their way closer to where the book was sitting, followed by a distinct snap as Rookie calmly closed it, leaving those who may have been listening with silence for now.]

((Ted is turquoise, Rookie is black. Some time after this encounter Rookie is going to encourage Ted to leave his room (read: shove him out), so you might find him just kind of... wandering around, looking a great deal less lively than he usually is. Journal responses are open for the both of these two as well.))

emit.livejournal.com

( Room Filter )

odst-mute.livejournal.com

[He always did like the stars. No surprise there, seeing as Rookie was the sort of person who was use to viewing them from a far more personal perspective. Which is why if one were to look for him right now, they'd eventually find the armored man out on the grounds and flat on his back, staring directly up at the night sky like he sometimes tended to do.

... Or at least his visor was. Whether he himself had nodded off or not by this point was anyone's guess, but to those listening carefully through the journal open besides him, they might be able to hear a faint humming that would suggest otherwise.]

(ooc: Open as open can be. Feel free to bug the Helljumper. :3)

emit.livejournal.com

Who: Kallen Kouzuki (

emit) and the Rookie (

odst_mute)
What: A surprise visit + ranting
When: The night of October 10
Where: 707, Rookie's room
Rating: i... dk? PG at least

( Awesome stuff all around. )

encryptedlock

Who: York and Delta (

encryptedlock) and OPEN!
What: Recovery at the hot springs, with bonus autumn leaves in the water.
When: Afternoon to evening of today (October 1)
Where: Paradisa Onsen! Bet you didn't even know we had one. It's at the border of the forest.
Rating: PG-13 for ~~nudity~~ Kat's bathing suit

( It was probably moping, but any excuse to get into the hot springs was a good one. )

nocturnalrage.livejournal.com

[So you know that

nocturnalrage and that

odst_mute? They know each other, too.

Needless to say, when they’re together, many adorable shenanigans ensue.

Take today, for example.

Toothless likes licking Rookie’s helmet. Why? Why not? And whenever he does, he creates a nice smudge across his visor, leading him to take it off.

Today is slightly different.

Today, after Rookie takes his helmet off? Toothless grabs it and bolts away, teasing the man with his headgear. Of course, Rookie takes off after him.

So if you guys hear ‘Hey!’ and ‘Give that back!’ and quite possibly a few things getting knocked over/broken, don’t worry, that’s just the cute dragon playing keep the helmet away from that courteous outerspace guy.

...just, uh. Try not to get trampled in the process or anything.]

((OPEN LIKE THE UNIVERSE. Feel free to get bumped into by a dragon or odst and then subsequently used as an obstacle in the game. Anyone who tags will get tagged both by I and Bree!))

odst-mute.livejournal.com

[The main area itself was spacious, if a little cluttered by the occasional cot or UNSC labeled military chair that was scattered about. There was even a comfortable looking hammock hanging in one corner of the room and just to the right of a seemingly endless corridor - but whether it was actually used by Rookie himself, or any of the other five armored ODSTs roaming around at the moment, was anyone's guess.

( Not cut ICly. )

Which is why, if one were to wander into the Helljumper's 'mind' right now, they would find him in the main room, leaning over a very advanced looking holographic table and typing away at a keyboard.

He doesn't appear to be paying much attention to anything besides the digital data streaming in front of him, only stopping to occasionally examine a particular 3D visual before silently turning his attention to the next one down the line.

Until there was a sudden loud ping and a message popped up.]

Error. Corrupted file detected.

[Few taps of a keyboard and then:]

... That too?

Affirmative. Please remain calm.

[He sighs, pulling away from the table to stare directly out of the room's observation window and towards a familiar looking planet.]

Of course it is. Damn it.

Keep it clean.

(ooc: Open over the journal or in person, but few things I should note. ( Tl;dr ))

odst-mute.livejournal.com

( Kallen )

[After a couple more minutes of waiting around for her to speak up, he's finally throwing up a new filter with some hesitation involved. Mostly because the ODST didn't know any of the redhead's friends very well and that he was also starting to get a nagging feeling that there was something seriously off about all this.

Just what it was exactly, he wasn't quite sure.]

[Friends, and to those who know and are on good terms with Kallen Kouzuki.]

... Has anyone run into Kallen today? I haven't seen her since yesterday morning.

[/Filter]

emit.livejournal.com

( Grounds / Town Filter )

[OOC: Backdated to around 7 or 8 this morning.]

odst-mute.livejournal.com

( Room filter. )

[Friends, and people he's had interactions with during his loss.]

[Some time later, once he decided to get into his armor and make sure that everything was as it should be, the ODST would eventually grab his journal off the floor and place it down on the table nearest him. There's a couple sounds of him fiddling around with his VISR system, given the digital beeps from his helmet, before he takes this moment to start speaking into the open book.]

Hey. [A pause as he absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck, half-surprised to hear his own voice and not the feline growling he had grown accustomed to. Strange how that worked out.] This is Rookie. For those of you that didn't know, I was a snow leopard for the past three weeks... but I'm happy to report that I'm finally myself again.

[Then silence as he tries to think of what else to say, before he eventually shrugs and moves on to the next filter.]

[/filter]

( UNSC Filter - excluding Meta. )

odst-mute.livejournal.com

[Very distinct sounds of a loud, feline howling will be making their way over the journals this morning. Ones that were closely followed by the irritated thumps of an animal's tail smacking against the floor as the resident turned snow leopard ignored the journal sitting besides him to stare up at his door.

There's a few seconds where the noises cease completely, aside from the occasional shuffling of paws as the leopard clumsily got to his feet, before there's a sudden rush of movement as Rookie makes a leap for the door's handle - only to misjudge exactly how high he could jump in this form and miss it completely. With a surprised huff, the leopard lands on the seventh floor's hallway in a heap of fur and claws, looking about as disgruntled and irritated as a house cat would when dropped in water.

Obviously, his plan to sleep in his room all day wasn't going to work if he couldn't open the door, so he's just going to curl up and chill in front of room 707 until he figured out what to do next.]

(ooc: Loss start! I'll be tagging as quick as I can before I leave tomorrow, but after that they will be slow. So if you don't mind back taggin', go for it. x) Otherwise, open as open can be on the seventh floor/over the journals. Mind, the most you're getting is leopard snorts/sounds for journal people, but still. \o/ He'll try to respond anyway, haha.)

odst-mute.livejournal.com

[If there was one thing Rookie didn't mind doing for his birthday, it was quietly driving around a four wheeler out on the grounds. Which is what he had spent a good portion of his day doing. So by the time he finally got back to the castle, the ODST was covered in head to toe with dirt, leaves and a few splattered bugs here and there. Which he intended to clean off once he was able to get back to his room, but for now he was starting to make his way in the direction of the kitchen.

By the time he passed through the doorway, he was already pulling out his journal to check and see if there was anything he might have missed, before dropping it down on the surface of the table and heading over to the fridge for a bottle of water.

... And possibly a cupcake, once noticing there was a couple sitting off to the side and on a plate. Didn't see the harm in having one, after all.]

(ooc: Obligatory birthday post! \o/ ... Even if Rook won't say it's his birthday unless people ask him directly, 'cause he's a silly ODST. > > But it's pretty much open to anyone that wants to bug him. :D /posting two days straight what.)

odst-mute.livejournal.com

( York )

[Once that was out of the way, Rookie is going to be making a point to wander around the castle's hallways like he normally does, even if he appeared to be far more distracted than usual.]

odst-mute.livejournal.com

[Sounds of things being tossed and kicked aside would be the first thing heard, followed by an annoyed sigh as the man in armor chucked another broken something or other at the nearest corner. He was still trying to make his room somewhat organized, and aside from having the journal open a few feet away to listen in on how everyone else was doing, he didn't seem all that intent on bothering people at the moment.

There's another clatter as something metallic and hollow was brushed aside by his boot, before he's bending down to pick it up when realizing what it was. After a small pause, and then a rattling of an empty canister, Rookie finally lets off a quiet grunt before chucking it in the junk pile as well.]

Figures.

( Room filter )

(ooc: Backdated to when things were trashed, aaaaand open on the seventh floor + journal. As always. Also will probably reply to any tags tomorrow 'cause mun is sleepy.)

odst-mute.livejournal.com

[There was something about heights that made Rookie gravitate towards the crow's nest, so if one happened to be looking for him, they'd most likely find him up there chilling with his feet propped up and staring at the open sky.

On his chest rested the journal, no doubt catching the sounds of wind blowing through the sails and the crashing of waves against the side of the ship. However, if one listened close enough, they might also be able to hear the faint humming of a haunting melody mixing in with the background.]

( Filtered to people he's talked to that he's on friendly terms with and isn't on the same ship - including you, Ares. )

(ooc: Feel free to bug him up in the crow's nest if you're on Route A, and if not, feel free to notice that quiet humming over the journals. :> Also will be responding after I wake up, so yeah.)

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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