Sabaku no Temari | 08 | [In Person]

[suna_bitch]

[There's a small blond girl kneeling outside in the snow, her expression as she looked at it screamed that she'd never seen such a thing before in her life. Anyone that knew her elder self would know this was true. Unlike her older self though, she was unsure of herself. She didn't know where she was or where her daddy was, but maybe if she was good he'd come to get her? But why would he leave her in the cold? It wasn't like the time that he'd left her out in the desert. At least there, she knew what it was and how she could survive...but she couldn't find anything in the cold white stuff. All she could find was powdery stuff and colder slightly wet stuff.

She wanted to go in the building, it looked warm...but what if daddy came to get her? He might not be able to find her; or worse. He would find her and be angry that she went inside.

Moving to a tree, she sat at the base and just shivered. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. What was perfectly clear though, was that as pretty as the white stuff was, it didn't make her feel good. Staying quiet, she waited, not know what exactly she was waiting for.]

31rst bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well, after discovering that he was at this... place again, a taller, calmer, and ten years older Gokudera was pouring himself a glass of wine on the kitchen. While he couldn't remember the details of this place... it was a strange feeling of nostalgia... and not necessarily in a good way. Something about the hallways made him uneasy... and he couldn't help but feel he needed to expect the worst. Which is why he was having a little glass of wine so early in the day. He could feel a headache coming on, and it was a headache he really didn't want to deal with at the moment.

And just so he could get all his vices done in one sitting he pulls over an ash tray and lights himself a cigarette.]

[In Person]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[There's a ten-year-old redhead wandering the Manor. Her dress is honestly a rather ugly woolen affair of an indeterminate original color, even if it is well-maintained, and those that are familiar with Tris can probably notice that she doesn't have her hair in its usual braids. She's walking the inside of the Manor like she hates it, and this particular hallway isn't usually drafty, but appears to have picked up a very solid, heavy breeze.

Tris is not happy.]



((OOC: Tags will come from wilderthanwind!))

action/video: 03

[atthemercyof]

[ Elation. That's what he'd felt only moments ago, power surging through his system, spreading out everywhere all at once. He could feel it through his fingertips, right down to his toes, something strong and innate, wholly Erik Lehnsherr. With Charles’ help, with that strange, wonderful man beside him, Erik could do so much, could become something magnificent. Together, their minds working as one, they had a chance

Now though, with the prickle of tears shed moments ago still pressing into his skin, he feels something akin to wild panic. He had turned to the man beside him, satellite angle wrong, a laugh dying in his throat because Charles simply wasn’t there.

He’s inside, where moments ago he’d been out in the fresh, Westchester air. It has to be a trick, has to be. That Frost woman perhaps, a plot of Shaw’s to part them. Sniffing, he can’t sense the ozone Azazel leaves behind, but that doesn’t mean it’s not his doing. With a growl of frustration, Erik lets his newly harnased power leach, summoning something heavy and metal to his hands.

He’ll be prepared this time.

Voice a low growl of sound. ] Hello? I know you’re out there.

8th Flower Glows | In Person

[livedinatower.livejournal.com]

[If anyone knew Rapunzel would know that she was very different, in more than just looks, her long blonde hair, replaced with short brown hair and also her personality was slightly different. Curiously she wondered through the vast amount of corridors of this place. It felt like a dream she once had and a very odd one to day the least, but right now she wanted to return home to her parents, her family and Eugene, who she thought might worry about her vanishing again for no reason.

For now all she could do was wonder around, hoping that there was an exit somewhere and when she got a little lost, she looked around hoping to find someone to help her.]

Excuse me, but can you please help me?

[OOC: will be replying with nowiseethelight]

Thrown Squirrel 2 : Daryl : (All growed down to age 13) In person

[meanvrsnofellis.livejournal.com]

[Anyone wandering about outside this fine Monday will probably run into Daryl has he exits the forest; or, a much smaller version anyway. He's about 13 or so, a lot skinnier than usual, but just as grubby. He has a serious look about him, as if he isn't used to smiling, or simply doesn't do it often. With a pickaxe being dragged lazily behind him through the snow - wait, snow? When was the last time it snowed in Georgia?

If that wasn't weird enough, when he see's the Manor, he stops dead. Looking back towards the forest in confusion, shivering ever so slightly (only not because manly men don't get cold) he slowly continues towards the house]

What th'hell..?

[Taking another look around, before turning back to the woods again]

Merle! Hey Merle! Didja know there's a big ass house right here?!

Fate 24 -◘[Accidental Video / In Person]◘- Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to

[deeplymeaningless]

[Hello, Manor. You now have plus one kid. Ryuutaro is small.... really small, yet make-up-less and glorious six years old. Also he looks really lost. He's standing at the main entrance, staring out at the garden.]

Suzuki-san...?

....

Oka-sama? Otou-sama?

[As there is no reply he steps out, leaving his Blackberry -which he has yet to think of as his- on the ground. He takes a deep breath and still looks so very unsure, but then again, kind of fascinated]

Teru Mikami ~21~ Reversal [Accidental Video -> Voice / In Person]

[inordertobelieve]

[This boy looks a lot like the local prosecutor. Just that he is fifteen and... crying. Nobody here has ever seen Mikami cry before. It's not so much crying as just tears running down his face. There is no sound like a sob though, as he looks up and around, recognizing that this isn't his mother's funeral anymore. He stares in shock, his eyes widen and then he takes his glasses up and wipes away the tears.
Another moment passes and then he notices the Blackberry and the fact that it's recording. Quickly he works his way through the buttons, changing to voice]

E-excuse me? Is this... can anybody here me? Where am I?

((replies come from takesallbullets ))

{Seventeenth Case} Ringing in the gong. [In Person]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[The last thing that Ichabod remembers were the rodents and spiders crawling all over his body and he passed out from the sight. With a start, he gasps for breath and shoots up straight in his chair, the same place where he passed out.

His eyes look around the room as soon as he pops up in his chair in a squat position, ready to dart toward the door at any given moment.]

Gah!!

[He takes a fire poker and pokes the bed, under the dresser and his spare pair of boots just to make sure that there were no more creepy crawlies.]

Well, that was rather interesting. They are gone as soon as they arrived.

[He takes a quick glance around before he shifts his weight to remove himself from the chair, still wielding the fire poker.]

Ah, I see the Manor I am home now.

[With a satisfied smile, he opens the curtains only to be greeted with another strange sight. Nothing looked familiar outside. His shoulders drop.]

Drat.

002: Following land maps is harder than one might think; [Accidental Video]

[destinyunravels.livejournal.com]

[because Norrington is still clueless as to modern technology.]

[ Muttering and mumbling to himself, with the map in one hand and the BlackBerry in the other-- ] Hm, yes, a beach...but a beach to where? There can't be a beach without...well, perhaps some questions are not meant to be answered.

[ Looks up at the sun-kissed beach with waves rolling into the shore and smiles for a second, recalling the way he watched the sun se--WHAT IS THAT? His eyes narrow as something a small distance away catches his eye. Is that...a ship? ]

A ship docked here...how peculiar. [ As he approaches, the ship seems much less impressive and more like the handiwork of...but it couldn't be. Surely. ]

Well, well, what have we here?