[identity profile] caseofthetruth.livejournal.com
[Naoto had been pondering something for the past few days, the fact that it had been quiet was odd enough, but that wasn't what got her really thinking. Staring at the Blackberry she kept her game face on, one that was rather serious, calm and if anything as serious as one can get.]

It has been brought to my attention from someone that, yes this may be a kidnapping by a teenage girl, but I'm curious to know one thing. Why were we targeted? Why out of millions, possible billions of people were we chosen to be here. 

[She hadn't changed expression once as she glanced down at a notebook that was held lightly in her hands.]

In most investigations I've been involved in over my years, I've seen various connections between a case and the victims. There is always a connection in one way or another, no matter how small.

[She gripped her note book slightly before flipping a page full of various notes she had taken.]

I'm voicing this to see if anyone thinks they have found that connection between all of us. I'd appreciate it if you let me know, thank you.

[She smiles slightly, happy with what she has said.]

As to the person who mentioned this, I am thankful. Maybe we can finally figure out more than we could have before.
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[personal profile] andsuddenlydynamite
[After being over 2 weeks without any form of nicotine in his system Hayato was desperate... so desperate that he was willing to suck up his pride and ask for help. He didn't expect it to be free but he was sick and tired or the restless nights, the headaches, nausea, coughing, and being even more irritable then usual. Thus he sends out the following text, too ashamed to show his face while begging]

Does anyone have a cigarette I could bum off of? I'll pay you back later.
[identity profile] 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…
[identity profile] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com
[At first, being in space hadn't done much for Nina's nerves; after all, who knew what the Author had planned for them..? Who was piloting the ship? And where was it headed?

But, after a day or two of nothing much happening, she'd started to relax, and soon she was almost enjoying the rather spectacular views that the portals held. Another plus was when she woke up that morning, and found her weekly delivered pointe shoes sat waiting for use.

Taking them to the kitchen along with a plastic box, she puts on some coffee as she opens the box, revealing some scissors, a small hammer, a lighter, and some thread and needles. So began the ritual of taking the beautiful satin shoes out of their packaging, and beating the ever dancing crap out of them. Scoring the bottoms with the nail scissors, hitting them into shape, ripping out certain parts, re-sewing others
..]
[identity profile] whitestlie.livejournal.com
[A week of waiting had been enough. Near had see how the epidemic had subsided just as quickly as it had come, and all over the course of exactly one week, just as he was told. The event itself paved way for other advantages as well. Near did not have to worry about any sort of physical threats due to everyone else falling ill, and since those who did not succumb to the sickness were kind enough to help strangers, he was able to secure a decent amount of food and water to last a good while. The new change in scenery, signifying the start of a new plot, settles it. Those stories were true. Only a few extra details and inconsistencies remain to be cross-checked for validity.

Aside from that, Near must now start focusing on two other important issues. One, finding means of maintaining safety in case anything goes wrong. Two, finding means to return home.]


Good morning.

I have a few questions and requests for anyone who is able and willing to fulfill them. Please listen to the feed in it's entirety, although it is not necessary to satisfy every condition or answer every question. Any input is valuable. [Not really, but it sounds professional to say.]

First, I am aware that a map of the house exists and would like to request a copy. I understand that it might not be useful at this very moment given the restructuring our "home," but it would be helpful for future reference. Also, the security system here is questionable. Does the house provide security cameras or spare locks? If so, I would like to know how to acquire some. On that note, how are crimes regulated around here, if they are regulated at all? For those who are familiar with this place, I have other questions regarding the Author, any possible way to reach her, the plots, and this phone. For those who believe they have been here the longest, I would like to know the approximate length of time of your residence. If you are someone who has managed to get sent back home at least once before or someone who has died, either at the house or elsewhere, or someone with abilities, such as magic, beyond the scope of the average human's physical capabilities, I would like to ask you a few questions as well. If you are unsure of what constitutes "average," I will gladly clarify. [There is the sound of movement followed by brief silence.] Hmm, I see that we are now in space. [He doesn't sound at all affected by this new revelation.] Is anyone here familiar with this kind of setting?

Well, in any case, one last thing, I would like someone to help me take care of a few tasks. It may take awhile, but your help would be greatly appreciated.

That is all. Thank you for your time.

[Private to Black Jack] )

001- Voice

Apr. 10th, 2011 04:53 pm
[identity profile] in-texas.livejournal.com
...This some sort of phone? Am I supposed to use this thing to call for help or somethin'?

[Pause.]

Well, suppose I should start by askin' where exactly I am. Doesn't look like where I made camp last night and I ain't one to mosey off somewhere in my sleep. Not that I reckon I could...

[Another pause.]

...this thing is a phone, right? I'm gonna feel mighty stupid if it turns out I've just been talkin' to myself.
[identity profile] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com

[Emerging out of Nina's room is...Nina. But, isn't. Instead of her usual dress, the young dancer is clad in the Black Swan's costume, and has  a different air about her. She seems more at ease, more sensual and seductive. As if nothing in the world could trouble her, and as if she owned that world entirely.

Looking around at her environment, she smiles a smile of the devil as she cracks her neck gently. So, it was this Manor again, was it..? It felt like only yesterday she was last here...

Her nails run down the banister with tantalising anticipation, her steps smooth, graceful and slow
..]


((Ffft oh God Canon bumped Nina....please forgive any major fails but feel free to say Hi~!))


[identity profile] last-dracula.livejournal.com
[The face on the feed is DEFINITELY Piccolo's ....]

[But this is probably weirdly calm for him, if confused and a little annoyed and off-balance still.]

So uh. Would it...bother anyone too much that the latch and knob on the kitchen door are kinda busted?

And if it does, is there anyone here who can fix it?
[identity profile] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com
[Undeniably happy to be out of Jurassic Park, Nina is currently in the kitchen, making some coffee. It had been weirdly quiet all day, but then again, since she wasn't part of this plot, she'd kept herself to herself. And as a result, she hadn't spoken to anyone, nor paid much attention to the network; she saw a few people had been freaking out, but she hadn't asked why. The feed just shows Nina picking up the coffee pot, when, suddenly, the lights suddenly go out. Startled, she drops it, glass skidding across the floor. Her breathing quickening to keep up with her heart rate, Nina closes her eyes, despite the complete blackness of the room, and tries to calm herself down]


Sweet Giiirl...


[At the voice that she both knew and dreaded...that acidic, abarasive, sensually-calm and psychotic voice...Nina clamps her hands over her ears as she sinks to the floor, her eyes wrenched shut]

Don't iignooore mee..CAN'T ignore mee.....Ninaa..NINAAA...

LEAVE ME ALONE-!!

Niiiiiiiinaaaaa...~

[Pulling her knee's up to her chest, Nina buries her tear stained face against them, doing her best to make...whatever it was, go away]



Leave me alone..please...leave me alone.....


((OOC - PLEASE READ: So, none of this is real, in case you hadn't guessed - if your character responds via video or in person, the lights never went off, there never was any voice - just, Nina freaking out for apparently no reason. Also, I recommend listening to the song listed whilst reading this - it's my inspiration for 'Black Swan!Nina'~♥))
andsuddenlydynamite: ([shock] BOOBIES?!)
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[Gokudera groaned and uncomfortably shifted, hitting his hand on the blackberry turning it on. Something felt... really really really prissy. He sat up sleepily and looked around. Well this wasn't where he fell asleep. But he had gotten used to that. What he hadn't gotten used to was any sort of physical changes. I.E. boobs.

Like the lovely set he has just discovered.

He stares down in disbelief. Looks up. Blinks. Looks back down. Peeks down shirt. Looks back up in terror.
]


Minchea.... ((*balls))

[identity profile] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com
[Nina's stood outside one of the Raptor pens, several feet away from the glass. She's certainly looked less scared, and the Raptor on the other side seems almost too interested. The enclosures, the on going theme thoughout the hotel she'd woken up in....she knew where tey were this week, and if it was anything like the movies?]

..This isn't going to end well...
[identity profile] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com
[The feed comes on to show a 10 year old Nina, in her home away from home - or, the dance studio. After practising her point work for a few hours, she decided she was ready to try out a routine. Although she wasn't as accomplished as she usually was, she wasn't going to let that stop her from rehearsing. A day without practice in the dance world may as well have been week in real time. And besides, although it was bad for a dancer to start pointe work too young, she figured that this age thing would only last a week, so no real damage could really occur.

She couldn't find her iPod, so, taking her position, she starts to
dance without music, not that it mattered too much. Once she finishes, she instantly starts again. Although it was a simple routine, she would practice it to perfection. Then practice some more.]
[identity profile] blondefuse.livejournal.com
[The feed doesn't show much at first, although it soon becomes apparent that Nice is carrying it in her pants pocket. Dressed in her usual (only, downsized), she's heading outside to the gardens. Usually, she would have either headed to the lab or the kitchen, but she was restless - she wanted to mess about, act like a kid; although she was still 18 in her head, how many other chances would she get to be completely scar free and have use of both eyes~?

Eventually reaching a random tree, the audio will pick up the sounds of her making a start on climbing it, although the blackberry soon falls out of her pocket in the process. Unbeknownst to her, the video will also pick up her making steady progress, only to step on a weaker branch. Putting more weight on it, it suddenly snaps, and she falls rather unceremoniously to the ground. Now off camera, Nice just lies there for a minute
]

A'right..I'm gonna go with ow...


[identity profile] breaks-fate.livejournal.com
[This kid looks familiar. He kinda looks like that one kid with that condition that was here before.]

I'm back here again!?

.... {upon realizing his size...]

What happened to me!?
[identity profile] always1truth.livejournal.com
[Here's one of the unaffected manor residents- that doesn't mean he's not concerned-]

Everyone is my size now! What happened? [Probably the author but it's good to make sure the poison wasn't involved. He clicks off the feed and starts off in search of all those that know about the shrinking escapade]
[identity profile] meat-cleavage.livejournal.com
[The feed begins by the communicator crashing to the ground. It’s facing upwards towards the ceiling, showing a massive clawed hand dangling over the edge of the bed. There’s a grunt and some shifting and soon the surprisingly human visage of a shaggy looking blond man looking down at the device]

The hell?

[He reaches down and picks it up, unaware that it was on. Deciding it to be useless he tosses it onto the bed and looks around, eyes narrowing. This whole place reeked of humans. He had probably been captured... but how? And why the hell would they put him in such an unguarded room? Where they really that stupid? Regardless he had no intention of sticking around to see what they wanted. He opened the nearest window.... and THERE GOES THE FRONT OF HIS SHIRT?! WHAT THE HELL!? He lept back into the shade.... very very very confused and GAPING at the window... those bastards were trickier then he first thought...]
[identity profile] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com
[When the feed starts, it shows the inside of the dance studio. Nina is warming up by the barre, wearing her usual rehearsal gear. It was only her second day at the Manor, but she was already in a dark place mentally. She had missed the opening night. She hadn't been there, Lily of all people had taken from her what only she, in her mind, deserved. The work she'd put in, the late night rehearsals..everything..for nothing. Whatever this was, Nina loathed it with every fibre of her being.

But, the devil makes work of idle feet. So, in an attempt to compensate to herself not being able to perform for her audience, she is instead performing for a very different crowd. Pressing play on the iPod dock she brought down to the studio from her room, she hits play, and takes her starting position.

As she dances, she pushes everything she has into each and every step, every move, like her life depends on
this solo going perfectly. She lets the music flow through her, almost as if the tune is working her muscles and the dance is pointing her feet]


((OTA, as per usual~))

[identity profile] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com

[The feed shows the interior of what is quite obviously the room of a little girl. Pink walls and baby pink bed sheets, lace curtains hang at the windows. However, when a figure in the bed stirs and eventually sits up, it isn’t a little girl, but rather a young woman of around 25. Rubbing a hand across her face wearily, wincing when she touches a blackened, swollen lump on the side of her forehead. Looking over at the clock on her bedside table, her eyes widen as she flings herself out of bed]

Mom-?! Why didn’t you wake me up!

Mom!!

[Hurriedly, she pulls on a pair of jeans and her boots, pulling her hair back into a messy bun as she grabs her ballet bag]

I’m half an hour late, Mom!! It’s my opening night, why didn’t you-

[She grabs the blackberry (absently thinking it’s her phone) and goes to the door, only the audio feed picking up her rushed footsteps. However, when she opens the door and isn’t met with the apartment she’s grown up in, Nina stops dead. When she speaks again, her tone is far softer, more like a scared child than an angry teenager]

Mom...? Are you here...?


[identity profile] truehappyending.livejournal.com

[Giselle is in the woods, under the sun in all it's glory as the animals cover her areas that shouldn't be seen on the blackberry.]

Oh my~

[She goes to pick up her blackberry, the animals moving around to keep her covered for the meantime.]

Does anyone know what is going on? My clothes seemed to have vanished on their own~


[identity profile] 11-sies.livejournal.com
You are all so noisy! I can't even here myself think-and I think pretty loud, I think.

There's been a murder and now we have a riot- I think this means we're all just a little too insensitive to the people we live with and are forgetting our manners, if we even have them.

You detectives are no better, I'm sorry but you're going to have to come up with a better way of going about things- and this time do not ask the author to back you up- you all see how much good that did. Might I suggest we hold this off until we have a better understanding of our manor-mates?

as for everyone else- [he smiles slightly] contact me if you think education is important.

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