[identity profile] junior-cop.livejournal.com
[Tom is looking around and asking anyone that is within earshot.]

Do you know where I can find a healer? Someone's in trouble.

(So sorry for the lateness of this post. For more information, follow this link.)
[identity profile] beautiful-brute.livejournal.com
...I can only assume that there is some sort of medical attention being provided amid all this chaos. To think some would take it upon themselves to "rescue" others without such a necessity would be ludicrous. Am I correct in this assumption?

Not as though I care. I merely wondered if such services were considered at all.

[Someone had a nasty run in with a Dilophosaurus or two and is trying to literally save face without admitting as much publicly. Acid spit sucks. :(]
[identity profile] barfasaurus.livejournal.com
[Hello badficians~ Perhaps on your journey through the forests you come across this cute little guy. Isn't he just adorable? Listen to him make that precious little cooing noise! Oh look, he's approaching you! Perhaps he smells that sandwich in your pocket? Maybe he wants to play fetch?]



((This little guy packs more punch then you would think- namely his poison puke. I'll leave it open where your character gets spat on, but note it's going to burn and become numbing.))
[identity profile] imatrollmon.livejournal.com
[There's a crunch and the video feed cuts on to the inside of a mouth. When the face pulls away there's a a visage of a tusked blue behemoth on the screen, looking utterly perplexed. and after giving a sniff he tosses the slobbery thing off to the side. The room shown is very primitive and tribal looking, housing odd beaded feathered little knickknacks, also there are no shortages of skulls, and the occasional shrunken head... and probably many more things your average sane person doesn't want to know about.]

Now, where be Vol'Jin... dis be some trick of dem's alliance scum?

[His old raspy voice can be easily picked up by the blackberry, despite it's place on the floor. He bends down sniffing then feeling the ground. He finding his bow under the bed he takes it, feeling much more comfortable]

No, dis be no trick of dems human's... Dis be some powerful voodoo dat brought old Vol'Jin here...

[He stands up straight to crack his back, and bumps his head on the ceiling. He rubs his head. Grumbling he heads out the door leaving the device behind]



[OOC:Since he's so primitive, if he hears the blackberry speaking his first reaction will probably be to kill it, so in person is probably the way to go with him XD]
[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com
[The kitchen has a new resident. Sheldon's head and chest lay on the open door of the dish washer as if he was taking a nap in a drunken haze. The smell of tequila is present but that's not the presenting part. Something was obviously wrong and one of them being his arm in the sink and a pool of blood in the dishwasher and on the floor in two pool on either side, one to the left is larger than the right.

What Sheldon was doing at 3 in the morning in the kitchen was anyone's guess other than the pork roast that was pulled out and laying next to a large 5 gallon pot with spices, orange juice, 5 lemons, a lime, and a bottle of tequilla with a shot glass on the counter.

Another notable mark to the scene is that his guns were still holstered. The blood spray from the loss of his arm goes from his body to the other side of the kitchen in a semi-circular pattern where it looked as if he had turned before landing on the dishwasher door. Needless to say, it was a gruesome scene worthy of Mortal Kombat's fatality scenes.

There is another blood splatter in random patterns on the cabinets, ceiling and floor but no footprints are present. On Sheldon's back, it looks as if a large blade has been wiped off on his green and line colored cowboy shirt.]

[OOC: Since this happened at such an early hour and the riots were going on outside, Sheldon looked like he was preparing something for the rioters outside. Feel free for those that would know of this to come in and check on him.]
[identity profile] kingroadie.livejournal.com
[There is a audible click as the feed turns on. The blackberry set up intentionally from the looks of it as Eddie sips from a very tiny tea cup. Expression relatively neutral as he leans back into the chair he’s settled in. He nodding at Ophelia, the drowned woman settled across from.] Been a shitty couple of weeks hasn’t it? Okay- not weeks, past year or so has been pretty shitty. [His tone is conversational at best.]

Past year for you has been shitty, Darling. [She was trying to be sweet., she really was. After all, she did get punished essentially for being what she was. A BLUH BLUH HUGE BITCH.] I wonder what exactly we’re supposed to be doing with ourselves here. I honestly feel more like a teenager sent to her room then the Lady of the Drowning Doom.

Not an IC cut )
[identity profile] whitefacedclown.livejournal.com
[Allen was sitting outside, a hand covering his eye as he did. Tears had started to pour down his face as he used is free hand to wipe those away. He still had a firm hand placed on his left eye as he slowly started to stand up, visibly shaken by someone or something that is disturbing him.]

What is going on? I can hear the screams of something in pain.

[Allen is pretty much upset about this and his eye is giving him problems, as tears had started to pour down his faces again. He wiped them away again, as he used his free hand to switch off the feed.]
[identity profile] truehappyending.livejournal.com

[The blackberry switched on to shows Giselle, sitting outside, crying about something or another.]

What is wrong with the animals today, they were ever so friendly before now.

[She wipes away her tears before standing up again and stands to face the forest, before ultimately starting to make her way towards it, wanting to know just why they are acting up and charged at her more than once.]


[identity profile] scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[The feed loads fairly quickly for once, and just shows Black Jack sat on his bed, or rather, Hatori's bed, although the younger doctor isn't in the camera's view. For the more observational residents, Black Jack has a beautifully large, purple, black and blue eye, the bruising also travelling to the side of his face]

Hello everyone - I won't take up too much of your time, but it's come to my attention that a few of you have contracted chicken pox; please feel free to contact Hatori or myself for medication or other treatments, or any questions you may have.

But, for the time being, if you have the virus I ask that you stay in your rooms, as we don't know who in the Manor is more vulnerable etc, etc.

Thank you

[End of feed]


[identity profile] abluechild.livejournal.com
Since I obviously can't do anything it's probably best I don't go to classes anymore. It'd only be a waste of time for everyone.

...If you need me I guess I'll be taking a nap or something.

((ooc: Aoko was more suited to fire- and as most of us know she has confidence issues and a hell of a lot of things she's conflicted about right now. That means no fire power other then maybe a spark or puff of smoke. She probably got frustrated she couldn't do anything which adds to conflictions and stormed away. You can be [In Person] if you'd like! \o/

...You can try and get her to talk about stuff but uh... good luck. :|a))
[identity profile] searchformysin.livejournal.com
[Oz had been taking lessons in Airbending, which was the skill the Author had given him for this time around and it was a lot harder than he thought, as he laid down in the grass and looked up at the sky above him. Training was something he was use to, something he grew up doing at points and something he did with Break a while ago, but this wasn't with a sword, this was something completely different.

Oz just laid there as quiet as anything as he slowly started to stand up, determined to get at least one thing right as he started to practice his air bending again.]

[identity profile] always1truth.livejournal.com
[waking up to a burning- itching sensation on his stomach was not really how Conan wanted to start his day- he scratches angrily at the itchy patch of skin and rolls over to check the clock- 4:56 -yeah he'll be rolling over to get back to bed. It's far too early.]

[...]

[But the itching it back and this time on his arm- did he get attacked by mosquitoes or something in his sleep? Conan just angrily rolls over and now it's on his back and neck- and back at the stomach. What is the deal!?]

[More then a little annoyed he rolls out of bed and clicks his watch on to get a look at his arms. Little dots are all over his right arm- and left- and they're on his stomach. What the Hell? He thought the Author's plots started on Mondays not Saturday. He scratches some at his neck and goes to click the light on to get a better look at his condition. Red dots. Red dots that are pretty much all over him.]

AAAAAAH!

[His very elegant expression can be heard probably all down the hall]


((Conan gets to start his new year off with chicken pox! :D feel free to hear his scream/ be worried/ make fun of him))

[Voice]

Dec. 30th, 2010 05:24 pm
[identity profile] weatherbraids.livejournal.com
It's very difficult to make your way out to do anything needful when you have two useless limbs and are buried in a pile of what appears to be animal dolls. [Tris sounds disgruntled and annoyed.]

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