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[Kid stayed up until the wee hours of the morning straightening picture frames.]

[All of them.]

[In all the public places of the mansion.]

[Fortunately, the image of him is just him being groggy but fully dressed instead of partially dressed.]

[Also, he's glaring at a flower-like chalk drawing on the floor.]

Honestly. Has she no respect for people's privacy?

[He goes to get a bucket and scrub brush. As soon as he leans in, brush at the ready, the chalk drawing glows and suddenly there are flowers all over his floor.]

Okay! I get it! I'll try not to wash them off anymore!

flocks_angel

[Playing with the phone, it's not long before Angel figures out how to turn on the phone. When she does, it's to reveal a little girl that couldn't have been older than six with a dark bruise covering one side of her face and dark circles under her eyes, proof that she hadn't slept in God knows how long. When she speaks, it's in a soft voice, as though afraid that she wasn't supposed to be doing this in the first place]

...Where am I...this isn't...it's not where I was before.

[Falling silent at a noise outside her door, she pulls back into herself, scared that the person is going to come in...but they just leave. Whimpering softly to herself, she moves back into a corner, the cheerful pastel blue of the walls appearing over her shoulder.]

I don't understand this test...

organics-only.livejournal.com

[The video comes on the reveal Vivien moving rather slowly, slower than most other that woke up with tails. Her tail was moving side to side, a thin sail going down the uper and lower portion down to her fin. Three small gills were on either side of her neck, and anyone looking closely would notice her fingers were delicately webbed.

Aside from panting softly and what damage to her room was visible, she seemed to be taking this pretty well. That's not completely true though, she already had her breakdown and anyone close to her room would have heard things getting broken and the sound of a woman screaming angrily. Luckily, she's calmed by this point, though there was still a look in her eyes that said she was unpredictable.]

What's happening?! Why did I suddenly wake up as a half fish thing?!

Please...someone answer me!

was_a_hunter

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

was_a_hunter

[Mary was more than ready for a normal (or semi normal) day. Seeing that there was no need to worry for anyone here and the boys were enjoying themselves...she decided to actually go and enjoy herself for a change. Especially after the last plot, she was pleased to see that there was actual food here. After a day of shopping, dancing, and general sight seeing, she was ready to relax at a local pub for a bit. Setting up at a table out of the way, Mary was enjoying some chicken, bread pudding...and you guessed it. Beer. It may not have been a relaxing tea or white wine, but she could hold her own as far as alcohol went.

Raising her hand to get the bartenders attention, she motioned to her empty mug, her voice carrying over the noise in the pub.]

Another.

[Waiting on her beer, she was already planning what else she'd be doing...perhaps she'd just turn in and relax in her room after this. Well, that was the plan if nothing more interesting came along.

She still hadn't noticed the feed was on and even if she did...she probably wouldn't care. She was having fun for the first time in what felt like ages and she wouldn't let anyone ruin it for her.]

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[The now-familiar sound of Emma's voice, slightly echoing from the effects of telepathy, echo in everyone's head.]

To those of you unaccustomed to this form of communication, I apologize and suggest you get used to it.

We're being plagued by beings called Weeping Angels. I don't know how many there are or where they are, but if you turn away from them, they'll get you and, almost certainly, horrible things will happen, death being perhaps the most pleasant outcome. That's just an educated guess, though.

Point being, there is safety in numbers and knowing where the buggers are is key to survival. Stay in touch with everyone, and if you know where an angel is, let everyone else know and for God's sake don't look away from it.

truepsychictale

[A line of text appears as it seems someone is testing out their blackberry.] Testing. 1. 2. 3. |

Hello. I am Agent Sasha Nein. I am assuming I have been kidnapped, and that you know what is going on. |

[At least this ‘Sasha’ isn’t flipping out or cursing over all of this. He also knows that other people have information, and is perhaps, hoping someone will offer him some.]

I have already explored the building to the best of my abilities, but considering how vast it is, I know I did not see any of the occupants here, even though there is proof such as the names on the door that there are others here. My fellow Kidnapped, then? |

breaksurcrayon.livejournal.com

[The woman is moving swiftly down the corridor. She'd been chucked in this strange place, and as usual in her life? There were monsters. She had rolled her eyes, before the pulse pounding terror and running had started. But this god damn castle, she kept getting turned back on herself.

What wasn't helping? Was this god damn dress she'd been shoved into. A black formfitting typical witches dress was hugging her figure quite tightly, though a hastily torn split on the left side made it slightly easier to move, especially as the monsters were gaining again. Running out another door, it happened in a flash.

A line of red blood splattered across the wall. Willow looked at the beast that was holding itself triumphantly. That was it. She gripped her arm to keep pressure on it, and nodded up at it. The beast was thrown down the corridor violently. It's head smashed against the wall and it's neck broke with a violent crunch.

With no time to think as the witch was assaulted by three more attackers. She gestured at the decorative weaponry at the walls. They float to just in front of her, as if wielded by some invisible force to protect her. She looks determinedly at her attackers, as they charge.]

was_a_hunter

( WORK LJ! WOOOORK! )

was_a_hunter

[Things seemed to be back to normal this week. No weird little animal/monsters, so sinking ship...just the manor. As though one could say the manor itself was normal...perhaps she could make it a little more normal?

She hadn't seen anyone awake yet, so perhaps she could do something for the other inhabitants while she was clinging to a sense of normalcy. Besides, with seeing young ones on her blackberry, she was sure they could do with a real breakfast, especially after being taken from their homes. Most of the adults seemed like they could cook for themselves...not that they weren't welcome, they were just more capable that the smaller inhabitants, particularly as far as making a hot meal went.

Making sure there was no one else in the kitchen, she got the necessary pots and pans, humming softly as she started cooking. An hour later, Mary was visibly happy, a bright smile across her face as she set out general breakfast foods...she may have made a little to much, but it was just too easy to forget she wasn't at home doing this.

Moving to the sink, she started cleaning the dirty pans. She was sure they would eventually clean themselves, but she couldn't just leave dirty dishes.]

aboruk-otiak.livejournal.com

*Kaito became aware slowly, similar to the process of 'waking up' but by his own intention rather than a need for sleep at all. There was just too much time in a day, and this 'sleep' seemed like a good way to pass it without being bored.

He'd settled outside last night, something inside him preferring the open space to the four walls of his assigned room, but he couldn't recall being surrounded by this much tall grass when he'd tuned out.

There came a scuffling to his right and he found himself on high alert, switching to a low crouch. Something was out there, approximately two meters away, digging at the dirt. It didn't sound very big, but he couldn't be sure.

He crept forward half on his knees, pushing the grass aside as quietly as he could. Which must not have been quiet enough, he realized, when the creature stopped moving suddenly. He froze, peering through the grass in an attempt to see it.

Instead of sating his wary curiosity, Kaito found himself blasted back by a stream of water that knocked him well on his ass. Swearing, he scrambled back, suddenly being borne down on by a blue....turtle. An angry blue turtle. It seems to be a very important distinction.

What the hell is going on?!*

andsuddenlydynamite

[After a REALLY shitty past couple of weeks, and his usual method of venting (beating people up) didn't really fly well during prison week, Hayato had taken a surrogate: his bedroom.]

[The feed came on with a crash as the blackberry is dropped to the floor. There's the sound of something crashing against the walls. For a brief moment Hayato ckmes on screen, bedside table in his hands mid-throw, and not even a moment after he disappears from off screen there's the sound of breaking wood as he throws it at the wall.

After a few more minutes of pounding and crashing noises, part of the teen can be seen again, only this time he is holding his work table, and with surprisingly good form he pegs that sucker right out his window. Unfortunately for him, it sets off that wonderful little bomb trap he had set on his window. Both Hayato and the blackberry are blown back against the wall, but the damage is minimal. He has replaced the charge to something weaker to prevent his room from getting blown into oblivion AGAIN.

Hayato simply sits there for a moment, breathing heavily and just looking at the damage. Oddly enough it felt good... and nothing was on fire. Window looked to have seen better days though. The teen lets out a content sigh and just flops onto his side, all is well and good until he spots the blackberry... and that it's on. He pushes himself up again and growls, grabbing the device and giving it a half-assed throw across the room.

NOW all was well and good....

other than... you know... his room being a wreck.]

searchformysin.livejournal.com

So this is what prison is like?

I didn't think it would be this depressing to be honest. What with all the fairy tales I've been told I thought it would be much worse, like with torture and all that.

So, I was wondering, are all prisons like this one?

canhazheadkthnx.livejournal.com

[Waking up in her bedroom had gotten Celty's hopes up - she had assumed she had been brought home. The unfamiliar hallway outside of her room, however, crushed them completely. Though, in turn, this caused a rise of panic - was her horse still around? She hadn't dismissed it, so it still technically should have been...but what if this 'Author' had seen fit to get rid of it? And if that was the case, could she summon it back easily?

Running outside, she soon calms down when she see's, next to a 1967 Impala, her 'bike'. Going over to it, she runs her hands over the handlebars in relief. It was one thing being ripped out of the life she'd gotten used to and away from the person she loved.......You just don't mess with a girls bike

The Manorites may be able to hear her riding outside, as if she's trying to see how far the grounds stretch for.]

((Bother her before she goes riding, or after she gets back - I'm open =3d ))

burning-prince.livejournal.com

[Zuko still doesn't know how to make a call private yet.]

Dean? What's with that video of the guy with the weird skin? You're not hurt, are you?

[It doesn't matter that he's still kinda low on blood and still recovering from his fight with The Killer, Zuko will try to pick a fight if Dean's not okay. He's just stubborn like that.]

Current Mood: worried

beautiful-brute.livejournal.com

[This is mostly aimed at Dean, but Zarbon's posting it publicly because he's a jerk like that. And Dean started it]

Well, that was enjoyable.

[Chuckle.]

And to think I almost thought you'd be a challenge for a moment. How foolish.

[Braid flip.]

Are you satisfied to admit defeat now, Earthling? I don't see how you could have thought otherwise. You will never be a match for an elegant warrior such as myself.

[Have some more chuckling, then the feed ends.]

neveradamsel

[Short and sweet, here. Roxanne's not in the best of moods.]

Dean.

We need to talk. Are you done pretending to be Dracula?

burning-prince.livejournal.com

( Hi Dean, how are ya? You know, aside from the bloodlust and all. )

Current Mood: frustrated

in-texas.livejournal.com

[IN PERSON:

Jake is walking through the halls of the manor and towards his room. He had hoped the start of a new week would mean the re-emergence of food and liquor, but subsequent trips to the kitchen have proved otherwise. He's on his way back from another unsuccessful check of the goods when he's certain he hears footsteps behind him. He stops, looks over his shoulder, and waits a moment to see who it might be.

...no one appears and the footsteps stop. Huh.

He starts walking again with a shrug, but the footsteps start almost immediately. Once more he whips around to find nothing. This...this isn't right. There's someone there. He feels it, but...

One hand is already in his pocket, going for his knife, although he keeps it there for now. The other hand produces his blackberry and Jake very carefully turns on the voice feature.]

[VOICE:]

Know this seems a bit abrupt, but anyone else notice anything strange 'round the ranch today? Seems like we still ain't got anythin' to eat but I keep gettin' the most ornery suspicion I-

[IN PERSON:

And that's where the speaking itself stops, as Jake suddenly finds himself run through with a long blade from behind. His hand on his own knife tightens reflexively, but he doesn't have the time to react, having been taken totally by surprise and caught off guard. All he can do is weakly gurgle and cough as he slides off the killer's weapon and falls into a heap on the ground, his life draining out of him in a matter of seconds. His blackberry drops with him, bouncing a few times on the floor, before the video feature is knocked on.]

[VIDEO:

There isn't really a good shot of much of anything, other than the edge of a wall and the hallway floors. However, anyone who watches the feed long enough will notice a red puddle appear on one corner of the transmission and grow across the feed...]

prince-traitor.livejournal.com

[A thin, pale skinned man with messy hair and dark rings under his eyes is fiddling with the communications device. He’s obviously scared and confused, but so far he’s keeping his cool]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?
Tiny? … this wasn’t part of the deal. You promised it would be quick. Where are you? What’s going on now? Where am I?

[he stands and wanders the room restlessly, reaching out to touch things every so often like they’re things he’s never touched before. Simple things like paper, curtains, even the walls. He speaks to himself now, quietly.]

Whatever it is that’s happening, thank the Gods for these few moments more…

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