paradisalost | Jul. 16th, 2010

Jul. 16th, 2010

unhands.livejournal.com

Justinia, I won't be in the clinic anymore. Don't look for me there.

For people that were concerned, there's not some crazy villain running around amputating children. So you can come out from under your covers now.

[ sigh ]

It's better when it's quiet.

( [ filtered to people from his world ie MARVEL-EARTH 616 ] )

oftheforsaken.livejournal.com

[it was not something she was proud of. it was something completely ridiculous. it was embarrassing to be seen like that, to have been hears saying those things...

thus, Sylvanas is away from the castle again, lurking in the depths of the City Royale in the wee hours of the night, lurking in the shadows on the roof of a building, overlooking the glimmering lights of the city as she is retreating from the light of the stars above.

she opens her journal, preparing herself for something one would consider "damage control".]

...

( Conrad, Sora, Django, & Raine )

( Zombie )

[and there was one thing she was refraining from doing at a time like this, but...]

( Vereesa )

[she'll close that journal for a few moments, inhaling deeply, reveling in her solitude. she was certain no one would find her here.]

_{(ooc. derp, if your character could feasibly find her there, by all means, poke her.)}

fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com

Who: Paul Smecker and Eunice Bloom
What:: Paul telling Eunice about his night with Ianto
When: Thursday afternoon, after they're done Barney's makeover
Where: Eunice's room
Rating: Let's say R, just to be safe ;)

( the first step towards saying thank you )

lovingguide.livejournal.com

( Abel/Room filter )

fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com

[it's day 7, and Paul's more than a little surprised as he looks at the name plate of the door they're standing in front of]

The Pope is here? This is news to me. Apparently someone named [looks at the palm pilot] Alucard thinks he could use a makeover. He specifically asks us to do something with his... hair...

Wow. If the boys could see me now, about to make over the Pope.

((ooc: you know the drill. Sections ~~going~~ up ))

imnotjenkins.livejournal.com

Bl.... U-ugh, there's something wrong with this water!

Did the lake go bad?

[[ooc; yeaaahh :>;; he's trying to drink out of the pool and starting to feel sick from all the chlorine. someone should tell him not..to do that ajkfakak]]

purely-sin.livejournal.com

[Currently chilling in the lobby, absently leafing through the journal at the... shenanigans. And it doesn't take too long until he reaches a blank page, humming in a low, thoughtful tone before putting the pen to paper.]

( [Private] )

finesse-bottom.livejournal.com

You know it's really, really typical of this place, but no one thinks about that, do they.

They just rush off into the mouth of a frog, getting bitten and not thinking anything of it.

It's ridiculous.

Though, it's not like they know better. None of them are as smart as I thought they'd be. Honestly, you work your whole life to make sure that they have it better, and they just take advantage.

Then they just take advantage and don't even have the decency to let you know that they're going to be failures.

[heavy sigh] I'm not even sure why I thought it'd be different.

inquisitorish.livejournal.com

I'll address the sheer cowardice of kidnapping a man at another time. Heretics should be properly dealt with in a language that transcends words. For now, I will start by asking:

Who are all of you and why have you chosen a Knight of God as your foe?

"Therefore pride is like a chain around their neck. Violence covers them like a garment." - Psalms

I will not go easy on those who deter me from protecting his Holiness, you have been warned. You will face the holy wrath of the Knight of Destruction of the Inquisition.

[ooc; ;; i apologize for the repost. this is going to stay FOR REAL.]

fearthebtrfly.livejournal.com

[having recovered from his time in Lumpy Land, he has business to attend to]

( Billy/Doctor Horrible. )

enjoythe_ride

I really, really hate this place.

( [Misty] )

( [Hammer] )

( [Leverage Tower] )

☻ irritated

cascadetomboy.livejournal.com

( Private )

( people who helped out with me getting back to normal )

( Percy )

( Katara )

( Gold )

☻ uncomfortable

flameborn.livejournal.com

[There's the sound of footsteps before a small boy's voice can be heard.]

My, my, what an interesting feel this place has. This definitely isn't his castle anymore...

[A thoughtful hum and some rustling noises.]

Oh! And even a magic book? Very interesting indeed. This is quite some powerful magic, I'd love to meet the one responsible.

But ah, anyway. Hello everyone! I'm the mythical detective Loki. At your service, I suppose. Can somebody tell me why I'm here? Kidnapping is quite rude, you know.

so-catless.livejournal.com

[the disgruntled black cat is in the lobby, curled up in one of the late afternoon sunbeams. She has a journal nearby this time, propped open so she can hear the babble of voices.]

...Mew.

[she's warily watching anyone who gets close... probably due, at least in part, to the fact that there are several new scratches dotting her face.
...apparently her lessons on how to communicate with other cats hadn't been entirely successful]

onlyanapple.livejournal.com

[Crowley is taking a stroll thought the grounds, his journal open as he flicks though it]

Has anyone seen Delirium around lately? Her name wasn't on her door, but you know how she is. She could have taken it upon herself to move else...where.

[Guess what he just came across. Can you guess?]

What happened to my CAR?!!!

sworn

[Vereesa is currently jumping around the castle.

Yes, that's right. She's jumping. Down halls, in the lobby, around the courtyard, anywhere. She is jumping on chairs, on tables, around people... It's a pretty bizarre sight, especially given that Vereesa doesn't exactly seem to happy about it.

She does stop every now and then, however, and briefly regains control over herself. It doesn't last long. Currently, she is stopped in the lobby.]

As if one embarrassment was not enough, it seems the castle has seen fit to toy with me further.

Vereesa Windrunner laughs.

I find no part of this humorous at all!

Vereesa Windrunner bursts into dance.

Wh--?! Why is this happening? Is this what is called a "loss"?

(ooc: LOSS START. Orange text is actions that can be and will be read as text in the journals for anyone who is not around. Otherwise, anyone in her presence already knows what's going on.)

mademyownpath.livejournal.com

For those keeping track, I no longer trust talking clouds, talking animals or boys in strange hats.

Thank you to those who [kidnapped] rescued me. I owe you all, and I make good on my debts.

( Veressa )

( Abigail – aka private )

certae.livejournal.com

( ROOM FILTER )

merriment.livejournal.com

[ anyone who is fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate, enough to pass through the courtyard today will see a somewhat elaborate setup of a table, chairs and flowers for decoration near the garden. Justinia is there and with the help of a few ghosts, three in fact -- she has named them all to avoid confusing herself, seems to be pulling this little tea party together nicely ]

Sebastian! Would you mind helping me move this? .. Ah, perfect! Now, we must await the arrival of our guests. [ she claps her hands together ] The three of you were very helpful, I am in your debt! I am certain Guts and Teresa will enjoy everything!

[ as they leave, she smoothes a wrinkle out of her dress and keeps a watchful eye out for those guests -- Guts and Teresa. at a tea party, yes. there are three chairs meant for them, but also others because tea should be enjoyed by everyone ]

[ooc; Post is open nonetheless! She's a princess, she's prepared to greet loads of people.]

impugnare.livejournal.com

( Private )

( Carrie )

I'm starting to feel comfortable here, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. The frog was a little weird, I don't exactly feel bad that I missed out on Promcoming. But dances and stuff, it kind of reminds me of home.

I've heard people come to this place from different worlds, but it sounds like an even spread. Half from a world similar to mine and half from.. something crazy. Maybe crazy isn't the right word, more like unfamiliar or off-the-wall. Magic, castles, hundreds or even thousands of years in the past or future.

It's funny, I'm stuck in a "magical" castle that kidnaps people but also gives them anything they want and the thing that blows my mind the most is the time travel. Way to be a nerd, Rachel.

whiskeyless.livejournal.com

[one scarred doctor arrives in the lobby. She's extremely puzzled since she was driving only moments ago, and now her car is mysteriously gone]

I was unaware that Los Angeles had a castle. ...Though, I suppose my knowledge of the city is fairly miniscule. It isn't the Dollhouse, so that will be good enough for now.

[a pause as she pushes the main doors open and looks around] But what happened to my car?

[open for anyone who wants to greet the newbie in the lobby]

communicated.livejournal.com

[ on the middle of the castle's roof is a bald kid with arrow tattoos, wearing full monk's garb despite the heat. his eyes are closed and he's obviously meditating, but for how loooong? nothing you do will disturb him, and don't be alarmed if those blue arrows occasionally glow a bright white for a minute or two ]

[ ooc; Day one! Poke, prod, have a one-sided conversations with, or simply watch like a creeper! Commenting amongst yourselves is encouraged, since he obviously can't respond. Just no injuring him, please. ]

compete.livejournal.com

( private )

wiseassly.livejournal.com

......

This assignment sucks...

[[ooc; HOPE YOU APPROVE, TRES.]]

holydamnitxmas.livejournal.com

And I thought things got ridiculously STUPID at home. I've never been so glad to have a skeletal system in my life.

Now. How much do you think the resale value is on one of these giant pearls...?

[with that, he'll go back to tinkering in his lab, now that everything's in place. there are a lot of random liquid-blurping sounds and bubbling in the background, with the occasional snik of a ratchet]

regulare.livejournal.com

Things I will be avoiding for the rest of my s- [ stops, yeah no, not going there ] life:

Talking frogs-- wait no, any sort of talking animal. It's just not right.

Lumpy... undead werewolf cloud people. [ this does not need to get expanded on

he starts moving, possibly walking down a hallway, muttering to himself as he tries to think of a few other things he is avoiding for the rest of his life. there is mention of zombies, oghren's tent, oghren's clothes, zevran's tent, morrigan's tent, oghren, bear traps, swamps, swamp witches, so on and so fort. then he stops with a "huh" as if realizing something ]

Something's off, why haven't I been called an idiot and taunted because I was eaten alive by a frog? [ he starts walking again, focusing his attention on the journal once more ]

Has anyone seen a nasty swamp witch lurking about recently? [ a pause better try to describe her ] She's got black hair, hardly wears anything to cover her...erm... breasts and has horrible social skills. You might have seen her talking to trees in the woods or something. That is what witches do right?

[ he's not worried really... okay so many he is, but that isn't the point ]

strike-you-out.livejournal.com

[After a few days' worth of adaptation, he's got this journaling business mostly figured out and scrawls a message in black ink...]

Have you seen this?

[Lines begin moving and spreading over the page as he sketches a quick picture. Then he colors it in with a yellow marker.]

Return it to 514 ~~or die.~~ Please.

[He's trying to be polite, he really is.]

[ooc] strikes = scratched out

alucloset.livejournal.com

Abel. I must see you immediately. Come to my room- I will be waiting.

wornbright.livejournal.com

( clark )

advocacies.livejournal.com

( clinic staff )

[ laying outside on the grass with her head resting on the arms. she kicks up a leg on top of the other and smiles to herself. ]

I have not felt this relaxed in months.

Things to do: get a pedicure at Okami, buy some more cat treats and horror movie marathon with Static. Wonder if anyone else would be interested.

...later, of course.

[ karen's feeling lethargic today. WHICH MEANS COME BUG HER. derp. ]

[ ooc: kikuuu, tell me if this isn't okay and open to everyone ever ♥ ]

bawwwmydad.livejournal.com

[ when yukari wakes, she does so with a yawn and a comfortable stretch before allowing herself to sit up in the bed that is definitely not hers and open her large brown eyes. if she was looking toward the desk over yonder, she would notice an open book--a book that seems to be transcribing her waking thoughts. instead, she freezes at her first glimpse of this foreign room. ]

...Huh? Where...Where am I? This definitely isn't the-- [ there's a pause, and then she seems to figure it out. ] Oh, I get it. Very funny, Junpei. What are you, five? You can come out, now--I'm not falling for some stupid prank.

[ ... ]

Um, Junpei? Did you hear me? C'mon, this isn't funny anymore! [ if you listen closely, you'll hear that yukari is starting to get pretty scared. ]

...Anybody?

[ ooc: dear fucking god i hope i'm doing it right. ]

pullsheavendown.livejournal.com

[Those who listen to this journal entry instead of reading the transcribed text will notice a long pause and some hesitant breathing before a teenage boy speaks. Maybe he’s too confused to speak at first. Maybe he knows he’s not supposed to interact with people in other worlds. Maybe he’s just really shy.]

This journal is filling up with writing and it isn’t mine. And I didn’t think journals could talk, but—

[He cuts himself off.]

Can't believe I'm talking to a book.

I’m not supposed to be here. This isn’t my castle, and I have to get back or I’m going to be in trouble. I’m probably going to be in trouble anyway.

Can someone tell me what this world is called? ...please.

ino

( Chie )

http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/

[her journal is a journal today, because it's what she needs]

I spent the morning thinking about summers in Texas. The sticky, wet heat that used to sit all over your skin. The way the cracked vinyl seat in Daddy's truck would catch a body up and not want to let go. You'd be glued to it after driving halfway to anywhere, didn't matter if it was done the block. You would leave part of yourself behind, just getting out. The lake would be warm as a bath but it was still cooler than anything else, so that was where we'd all end up. I kissed my first boy there.

College was different. I didn't pay attention to the heat. Or at least I was too busy noticing other things to quite give it any attention.

And then in L.A.? Seemed like everyone was just too bust pretending they were cool to realize they weren't. And I meant that just how I said it. Temperature wise. Don't read more into that than there is.

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