paradisalost | Sep. 24th, 2010

Sep. 24th, 2010

f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com

[Yosuke]

Hey, honey, I ... I know it's prob'ly been rough for you, lately. I'm not gonna horn in on anything 'less you want me to - I know you've got plenty of friends to stick by you, and all, without this "old lady" stickin' her nose in your business.

But I just wanted to let you know, I'm not mad at you. You didn't know how things were gonna turn out, and ... by the time you did, it wasn't really you, in there, now was it? ... I sure as hell know it wasn't me, by the end of it all.

[/filter]

[that being said, Eunice totes a folding chair and a book out onto the grounds, hoping to catch the last of the sun before fall takes the warmth out of it. she's got a mug of tea at hand, and her feet up on a rock near the duck pond. come say howdy?]

cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com

[He'd been here for about a week now, and Hank was already feeling strangely complacent with his situation - like it was going to be short lived. So why bother fretting about it?

In the meantime, Hank has returned to the kitchen in search of a way to help confirm a little suspicion he'd been having. Ever since he'd assumed this weird cyborg body, Hank had felt a charge in the air all around him, but it always felt especially strong whenever he went near a machine.

Machines like the toaster and microwave for instance.

Hank stands directly in front of the spot on the counter where he has placed the two of them, and closes his eyes to help him concentrate. Moments pass, until both pieces of hardware suddenly burst, their internal wiring and other parts seemingly explode outward.

It only takes a few seconds, but both of the machines mesh and shift together to form a small bipedal robot-like thing on the counter. All Hank can do is let out a small, amused laugh.]

Incredible...

[ooc: more LOSS for dear ol' hank.]

wearethemeta.livejournal.com

Filtered to Tres

[Just two things, here. First, his symbol, nice and big, and just under that, in scratchy, angular writing, is "518 - Caterina Sforza"]

[He'll be waiting just within the forest's edge, waiting and watching]

/Filter

Filtered to York

[Contented, rumbling purrs]

Washington didn't want you to come, York. He didn't want you to risk Delta. He says he's not worth it.

/Filter

compete.livejournal.com

[ FRIDAY MORNING. sleep well, soldiers? or were you guys up all night getting teams/forts set and ready? YEAH, WELL. THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. YOU AIM TO BE THE BEST, BEST, BEST.. How will you do it? Set traps, ambush others, bomb forts and take what remains for yours?? EVERYONE is in the way towards your path of becoming the NUMBER ONE top dog. Go stir crazy, or just plain crazy in general. ]

[ oh, and there's a new note on the door ]
"FINISH THEM."
TEST YOUR MIGHT.

[ okay, seriously now. the ballroom looks like an absolute mess. there are all sorts of forts set up in different sections of the room, the shelves are nearly bare and some aisles are completely trashed. also random fog machines are up and stuck in between the most random places to SET THE MOOD. YA'LL ARE IN THE ZONE, AFTER ALL. CAUSE THIS IS HOW WE DO IT. ]

[ ooc: sorry this had to be super early ;; I am being called out for the afternoon /sob will be back in a few! ]

asangelsfly.livejournal.com

Crowley. [ no need to filter this, it isn't anything private... ] I know you would be against adopting any more animals but...

[ there is a familiar bark, completely on cue, from one mr. muggles ]

He's been following me around. [ cas speak for; you have no choice in the matter. ]

lostbirth.livejournal.com

[ the man's out now, about, searching the castle and looking into various rooms with open doors. he loves the structures, the doorways, the molding, even the color of the carpet and tile. it soothes the man, makes him smile even, if that word can be applied to someone like him.

his hands are in his pocket and his ears are open. he hears other student, chatting about whatever went on the other day and or planning for later or a future day. ]

[[ ooc: feel free to assault him as he walks. C: ]]

olbustedhotness.livejournal.com

[dictated]

I think I feel like takin' the car out to the Dead Zone border, check out those outposts, say hi ... anyone wanna come with? I've got room for three.

An' for that matter ... anyone at the outpost need anythin' from town or the castle, since I'm comin'?

daddyhost.livejournal.com

[Having learned all sorts of amazing and wonderful commoner-type things in Anytown, Tamaki was ready and willing to demonstrate he totally understood Haruhi now; and was therefore more than deserving of being in her...

~~~OFFICIAL FRIENDS CATEGORY~~~

Not only that, but it was past time the next host club was organised, and now with Kyouya at the helm it would surely run so much more smoothly!

Bouncing through the corridors, voice raised in a carolling sing-song.]

Har~u~hiiiiiii~!

[...oh. Her name wasn't on the door. Staring at it in perplexed confusion for a moment, his mind began to run into fantasy brain-theatre land. She'd been kidnapped! Taken from her room by person, or persons, unknown. She could be in danger! Frightened and alone!

OHGODHEHADTOGETHELPFROMKYOUYARIGHTNOW!!!!

Running full pelt along the corridors to Kyouya's room, opening the journal and shouting into it at the same time, he cared not who else he disturbed.]

KYOUYA! KYOUYAAAAA! HARUHI HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!

[...

...and Kyouya's nameplate was missing as well, the room empty. Well, that did it, now his mind was running on overtime imagining this cunning band of ruthless kidnappers.]

SOMEBODY HELP! THERE IS A KIDNAPPER ON THE LOOSE!!!

benightrayed.livejournal.com

[Today Vanessa is sitting in an alcove of a garden, watching the leaves change color. In her lap is her journal. By her hand a bouquet of marigolds, already wilting. She writes in a neat hand in her journal:]

Someone told me everyone losses something when they come here. A possession, or a memory but [A pause as she sighs softly] could it be something else?

[She pauses as she frowns at the page. -Such desperation!-]

Things that are taken from us, are they always dear as well?

[She's done writing for now. She sits with her hands folded in her lap and her ankles crossed, watching life go on without her. For once she almost seems reticent. Almost.]

OOC: Open, for in-person interaction or via journal. \o/

haplessing.livejournal.com

I --

I cannot believe this is happening again!

[ aaalright. she is lost. in some castle. that she's pretty sure she isn't supposed to be here.

so she's wandering. walking all over the place and trying to see if there's anyone here. ~~who won't kill her~~. ]

Everytime he leaves me. Every. Time. A girl gets tired of this after a while!

Okay. He'll find me. Just play it cool. He always does.

As long as there are no ninjas popping out of nowhere. I'm done with ninjas. Please let there be no ninjas.

Uhm -- Tim? Tim, are you here?

Hello? Is anyone here? Can anyone -- uh -- help me?

[ of course, she's saying this with no idea it's being recorded into the journal that's in her jacket pocket.

SHE'S GONNA BE EVERYWHERE. feel free to run into her. open over journal and action ]

save-the-souls.livejournal.com

( Private )

( Black Order Exorcists and people who have helped with training )

protecteurdelac.livejournal.com

[FILTERED TO ARTHUR]

[there's some screaming and shouting in the bg ....]

Though currently engaged in battle; I have located the man you wished for me to research on the battlefield. I have a great deal of information in regards to his species, location, powers and appearance, should you wish to hear it. I await your orders.

... Also, I have changed my name to Pepe.

[someone is high on war fumes .... the sound of him reloading a paintball gun]

It would honor me if you were to address me as such from now on, Your Majesty.

skort

[ This evening finds Kara in the kitchen, eating Froot Loops in civvies and flipping through the journal thoughtfully. After a while, she just sits and munches for a while until she accidentally spills some milk on the journal. ]

Oh, sorry.

[ She takes another bite and a moment later starts talking around her mouthful of crunchy, sugary goodness. ]

So whose bright idea was it to put something full of sugar and high fructose corn syrup in milk of all things? It's kinda weird. Not any weirder than actually drinking cow's milk, I guess, but still weird.

caninevengeance.livejournal.com

[a few drops of ink fall on the page -- she's been spinning her pen between her hands while thinking]

Thought I might as well ask, since I've never done anything of the kind before: how exactly does one go about starting a business in this place?

Do you find a office? Start advertising first?

[pause. Considering whether she should discourage people from offering their help as associates. At the end of the day, Riza Wildman is still a solo agent for the most part...]

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