Aug. 31st, 2010

[identity profile] prettyincrime.livejournal.com

Okay..well..I guess if you lost like, a ton of weight, and then maybe cut your hair, and then..no..no you'd probably have to just shave it all off and start over..and what's with all the bruises and scratches? You look like a freakin' hobo or something...


[The feed, which is propped up against the vanity mirror, clearly shows both Miria and her Mary Sue, Brittany. Miria is sat in front of the mirror, with Brittany pulling at her hair and judgmentally looking at Miria's reflection in the glass]


You know, maybe if you did all that, then Isaac would have followed you here - guess it must really suck, huh? Having him aall the way in Chicago, while you're stuck here, without him~


[Miria's expression visibly crumbles]


He didn't..I mean, I know if he'd known I'd be coming here, he would have followed--


Ooh, don't do that to yourself. Move on. Find someone else. He's never coming to find you, and you're obviously never heading home, so why bother pining for him when you'll most likely never see him again~?


[Her tone is sickly sweet and innocent. Miria looks like she's about to cry]
demon_andbutler: (holy goddamn cockballs batman.)
[personal profile] demon_andbutler
[The butler has been making himself scarcer than usual. The population inside the manor has doubled, but there is something very, very off about these new souls. And, as he has been able to piece together from various network posts, there's probably one, somewhere, looking for him.

It's not that he's hiding. It's that these high bookshelves lining the library walls haven't been dusted in eons. Dusting is usually Meirin's priority, but he doesn't trust her within five feet of a ladder, let alone on one. So here he is, tucked into an obscure area of the library, on a ladder, getting the dust off those pesky high shelves.
]

Found you! ♥

[There is nothing quiet about her announcement. And Sebastian, very rarely caught by surprise, nearly loses his balance for a brief second. She snuck up fast. -_-

He looks down at the young lady beaming up at him, about eighteen years old. Shining white teeth, tussled yet beautiful atramentous locks, and bright red eyes.

She looks quite a bit like him, fact.
]

Father!

[Ha. No. He knows very well how demons spawn, and this isn't it. Sebastian leaps down from the ladder, landing lightly on his feet in a flutter of coattails. He puts aside the dust mop and approaches her. She surges forward and throws her arms around his chest, nuzzling(??) him.

He reaches down and seizes her by the chin, none too gently, and holds her a foot or so away, so he can inspect her more closely. She's not exactly human, but she's definitely not a demon, either. Her soul is so... flat. Empty. Likely to be utterly tasteless. A weak facsimile of a sentient being. He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing.
]

What are you?

[She's whimpering now.] Ruby... I'm Ruby! You're hurting me, Father!

[Ruby? For the eyes, no doubt. What a disgustingly sentimental name. If whoever created her counted on any kind of paternal instincts kicking in, they were sorely mistaken. Sebastian wonders what would happen if he dropped her out the window.]

ooc: Red = Ruby if... that wasn't obvious. >_> If anyone wants to come prevent Sue murder, now's your chance! :Db
[identity profile] duck-sues.livejournal.com
[Billie Spiegel sighs and pouts into the camera. She's reclining by the lake dressed in a way to revealing bikini, her hair pulled up into a messy bun]

Hey um I blocked this from my mom because I'm a better hacker than her since she taught me everything she knows and I got even better, she was soooo proud of me~! But anyway she seems kinda...weird. My dad said she used to be different but I didn't think he meant this different. So um anyone whose friends with Edward could you please talk to me~?
[identity profile] f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com
Mamimi, don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

Really? You can make developer?

[Mamimi and her Marty Stu are in the laboratory mixing dangerous chemicals]

I told you not to worry, I used to do stuff like this all the time. Remember?

No...I never had a brother before.

[Sigh] I can't believe you don't remember. I used to take care of you, remember? After our parents died.

They...died?

When you were born.

I don't think that happened... [But she watches him as he mixes this and that into a sealed canister]

Almost ready! Start shaking!

[Mamimi starts to shake and reverse the container]
[identity profile] featherdrequiem.livejournal.com
[Kuja appears on the feed looking relatively annoyed once more.This time he's with a beautiful looking young lady. She's beaming and seems to be trying to give him a shoulder massage, everytime she does he swats her hand away]

Don't you dare try and touch me you crone! Just who do you think you are?!

I'm Jacintha, your sister? Garland made me just after you. Really, you are so forgetful. [She laughs in a sickenly sweet way]

I've never had any siblings. Zidane is barely the exception to that, the miserable fool.

You shouldn't talk about our little brother like that. We should be following his example of helping people.

[Kuja winces and you can almost see him do a 'The Exorcist' style head turn to look at her. He snarls and gets to his feet, then proceeds to backhand her.]

Get out! I don't want to see your face you sickening little fake!


[The other Genome gets up and dusts herself off. She offers him another smile and nods]

It's alright Kuja, I forgive you.

GET OUT! I DON'T NEED YOUR FORGIVENESS. I DON'T NEED ANYONE, LEST OF ALL YOU!

[As she leaves the room he throws himself back on his chair, raking his fingers though his hair. He's not weak, he doesn't need anyone, or their forgiveness damnnit...]

[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

Ooh~ What's this little thing? Oh look! It has a light and everything~!

Give me that!!

[As Elphaba pushes the blackberry into her pocket, she forgets that the video feed is turned on. The feed itself will just show the inside of her pocket, but the audio feed will clearly show Elphaba fighting with a tall, extremely beautiful woman, with long dark hair and large dark eyes. In fact, she looks just like Elphaba, only, this one isn't green. She's everything Elphaba isn't, and that's obviously getting to the green witch]

Look, I don't know what kind of game this is or who you are, but I already told you; GET OUT! This is my room, these are my things, and you have no right to be here!

[The stranger pouts]

Elphie, don't be like that - don't you remember me? I was in your sorcery class in Shiz~! My name's ~Fabala~? Look, I'll prove it to you!

[With that, she reaches out and grabs the Grimmerie from Elphaba's desk. Before she can protest, Fabala opens the book at a random page, and begins to read fluently. As she finishes her sentence, Elphaba disappears into thin air, leaving Fabala pulling an expression of mock-surprise]

Woops~


**Meanwhile, in the basement**


[The blackberrys video feed suddenly comes into focus as it jumps out of Elphaba's pocket. She apparently fell from somewhere, as the camera will show her sitting up cautiously, her hand on her head]

...brilliant...




[identity profile] scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[The blackberry, which Black jack put onto charge, also had it's video feed miraculously switched on. The feed will show the good doctor reading a book, with a man in background at least 8 years his junior. Black Jack's face is still badly bruised, stitches running down from his lip to his chin, and across his left cheek. His right eye is swollen, his nose ever so slightly askew. After his beating from Kuja, he had been forced to fix himself up - he didn't see the point of bothering anyone with it, and besides, Hatori should have been resting. No sense in disturbing him. The younger man looks around awkwardly]

So...are you going to talk to me at all?

I was hoping that, if I didn't speak to you, you'd magic yourself away and bother someone else.

[He glances at him]

I don't know who you're trying to fool more; me or you. I've never had any siblings. You're either deluded or genuinely mistaken-

But you're wrong! Our father, he paid my mother not to make contact with you or your mother; he didn't want to hurt either of you by--

[The book is placed down with considerable force]

You can leave now.

But, Kuroo-

Don't call me that.

Why not? It's your name isn't it? Perhaps my being here is awkward for you because, well, you're insecure.

[Black Jack looks at him as if he's just told him the most unbeliveable news on the planet]

Insecure? In what sense?

Well, in your surgical skills - compared to mine, anyway. Also in your appearence, in how you blame yourself for your mothers death--

[The chair is suddenly flung back as Black Jack fronts up to the younger man]

Get. Out.

[Before he can argue, the surgeon grabs his collar, and practically drags him out of the door, and away from the camera feed]
[identity profile] 20adaydragon.livejournal.com
[Hatori wakes up to the sound of a cluttering, cautiously he opens an eye, wondering if Ed or Black Jack's let themselves in, not that he'd mind. Instead he's met with a girl with short brown hair. She's nosing through Hatori's things. Easing himself up slowly he glares at her.]

Excuse me.

Oh! [She turns quickly and in her flustered state she knocks everything off Hatori's desk. Even the photograph of Kana. But since she's so cute in the way she does it it's suddenly okay!] I'm sorry! I woke you up didn't I?

[Hatori stares at her]

You understand when I ask you to pick those up and when I ask who you are?

I keep forgetting, after that accident with Akito you forgot who I was. I'm Harlie, your sister? You know, the one who went to that even more prestigious Medical School than you did, graduated with Merit and now run my own clinic because I couldn't stand the Sohma estate and no one would accept me because I was the Unicorn?

[Hatori stops for a minute...wait never mind sister...did she say Unicorn?....There isn't a Unicorn in the Chinese Zodiac. And he's never known anyone called Harlie. This is ridiculous. It's obvious she isn't real from the get go.]

Never mind putting things back, I'll do that. Harlie was it? Kindly would you give me my space.

But I came here to tend to your wounds--


Black Jack has already seen to them, now let me rest.

But I--

No.

.....I know what'll cheer you up! I'll go make you it!

[It seems she can't do anything without being a klutz, because that's apparently endearing. She trips over one of the feet of his office chair and hits her head. Unpurterbed she sets off to the kitchen on her noble mission to retrieve a cup of coffee. How she ever managed to graduate when she was a walking disaster area is beyond him.]
[Private text to Black Jack]
Save me. Now.
[identity profile] shy-blade.livejournal.com
[Edward was putting the last touches on a lawn sculpture in the hedge garden when a man dressed in blue jeans and a blue polo enters the picture. He looks exactly like Edward only that he's not scarred, every hair is in place and has the confidence of a businessman.]

Really, you need to sell your work. This is great! But you know, I don't think that people are going to like it that you don't have a normal appearance. You're a little....weird.

[Edward continues his work and focuses on his task. One wrong move could mean getting cut and that hurts even for the quiet construct.]

Hey, are you even listening to me?

[Edward says nothing.]

Cut for length )
[identity profile] candles-secret.livejournal.com


[The video and audio feeds continue to switch on and off. The cause? Logan, formerly Sheldon's Gary Stu, has the blackberry, and is currently playing with the buttons. When he manages to keep the camera on for more than 2 seconds, anyone watching the network will see Logan happily hitting buttons, and Robin the background, sat on the floor, handcuffed to the bedpost. With both hands behind her back, and the cuffs around one of the feet of her bed, she's pretty much stuck. She also has a pretty good idea of where he got the handcuffs from, but would rather focus on freeing herself.]


Oh cool!! It even has internet~


That doesn't work - look, Logan, I'd really appreciate it if you let me out of these things-


[The child shrugs, not bothering to look at her]


Don't have the key~
 

[She gives an audible sigh of frustration as he accidentaly switches off the feed]


[identity profile] pwned-your-soul.livejournal.com

Tempy!! C'mooon, Temps, let me in!! You're being really mean you know! I'm your sister, and you won't even talk to me?!

[For anyone wandering the corridors, they'll see a brunette in her early 20's, hammering on Bones' door.

On the other side of said door, Bones is sat at her desk, trying to ignore the girl as she goes over old notes on old cases; anything to distract her from her alleged relative
]

[identity profile] lucyphantomhive.livejournal.com
[The heart-shaped, beaming face of a beautiful young girl comes into few. She giggles lightly, showing perfectly straight, dazzling white teeth, before holding a finger to her lips.]

I borrowed my brother's... Blackberry, isn't it? Like the fruit! I do love blackberries.

Oh! I sincerely hope this doesn't trouble anyone. It was only to announce that I'm baking cookies to celebrate our reunion, and anyone who would like to have some, may!

[She flashes another smile, and holds up a tray of delicious-looking cookies. Elsewhere in the manor, Ciel is tearing his room apart, looking for the Blackberry, cursing up a storm.]
[identity profile] always1truth.livejournal.com
I'm so happy! My little sister's here now!

[he beams brightly... but something about him seems annoyed. It could be the fact his 'sister' blackmailed him into accepting her]
[identity profile] youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com

[After a very long and stressful day of dealing with his alleged 'Brother', Holmes had locked himself in his bedroom - something he was well accustomed to doing. With the curtains blocking out the sunlight, he had sat in the corner of the room furthest from the door, trying to ignore the constant knocking on his door. With a migraine building and his stress levels rising, Holmes had soon found his violin. Plucking at the course stirngs with his fingers, as the knocking and shouting continued, he sped up, trying to block it out. When he wanted to be left alone, he generally meant it, and having this fraudster bothering him 24/7 wasn't helping him.


After about 20 minutes of this, he noticed that his fingers were bloodied and sore, so he crawls over to the bed, grabs the bow from underneath, and begins to
play a hardened, faster version of Vivaldi's 'storm' - the loudness of the music drowns out the calling form outside the door

By the time he's played it through several times, he's visibly shaking, both from frustration and from aching arms
]

[identity profile] scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[Once he'd finished tending to his own wounds, a stitched up and bruised Black Jack left his room, and headed towards Matt and Mello's bedroom. Tomo had accidentally-on-purpose been barricaded in the closet, so the surgeon had a little peace for a while.

As he approaches Mello's door, he knocks firmly
]

Mello? Are you in there..?

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