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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.

andsuddenlydynamite

[Well Badficians, here's to hoping you all had a good sleep, because it's about to get abruptly interrupted this fine morning, by the distinctive shouting of everyone's favorite bomb brat]

BELPHEGOR YOU COCK-SUCKING SUNNVA BITCH! GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING CLOTHES

[and anyone in the second class lodging halls would be hard pressed not to notice the soaking wet teen running down the halls full speed in nothing but a very tiny towel, and a stick of dynamite in hand. Yup, right out of the shower and the infamous "Prince the Ripper" up and ran off with his clothes. This is going to be a good week.]

imatrollmon.livejournal.com

[Well this is certainly where a reclusive Troll wanted to be...

in the middle of a ship full of humans. With nowhere to be rid of the things... unless he throws them overboard. Which was rather tempting, but considering just how out numbered he was, he would just put up with the humans for now. Though he has a HORRIBLE feeling about all this. He can’t exactly figure out what, as his senses have been dulled at the manor. But he’s hearing something whispering about ill-comings in the future.

So the massive troll is sitting carefully perched on the rails, looking down in the water, sure to keep very wary of this place and everything in it... though this bad feeling is not the only thing bothering him...]

Can’t even fish in dis ting...

thumbonmylip.livejournal.com

[[The screen may look as though it's going to be showing someone's face about any moment, but it seems otherwise has been planned for the system by the giant "" spaced out on the screen in a fancy lettering. Guess who's found his predecessor's method for posting anonymously in this fashion at least? His voice is high, garbled and un-gender-specific via this method though there is a hint of baritone in the after-effect.]]

This is L.
I've noticed from a recent arson that many detectives have come forward to 'solve' this rather hum drum case. So this begs the question, just how many people out there are detectives or involved in enforcement for that matter? My curiosity has gotten the best of me.

I refuse to respond to anyone not using a secure, unhackable line.

That is all.

--

( [Later//In Person -- Locked to BB.] )

jadedserpent.livejournal.com

[Listen closely, and you'll hear the swish and billow of robes and the scuff of shoes on dusty floors as Snape strolls down the halls. He holds his lit want aloft, and every now and then he flicks it and a sphere of light drifts off his wand point to hover in the air. They don't provide much light, but it's better than the darkened, powerless corridors.]

I can't believe there aren't any bloody candles in this place.

[He aims a kick at the wall as he walks, punching a hole through the drywall.]

This place is a wreck.

[He walks on, leaving his little light spheres behind.]

neveradamsel

[There's a distinct sound of a...phone? Connecting with whatever network this might be, then a woman's voice, clear, concise, and irritated.]

This isn't funny Megamind. [It's an automatic assumption that he's got something to do with this. She sits up, rubbing her eyes.] And, it's kind of tasteless right now, don't you think?

[She does NOT sound impressed.]

Also, a blackberry? Really? Can't you come up with something a little more...oh, I don't know - original?

pink-ladyy.livejournal.com

[A young woman enters the manor with a cigarette in her mouth. She's wearing a black shirt with denim pedal pushers and black flats. Her jacket is pink with the words Pink Ladies on the back and a large pair of sunglasses cover her eyes. The name Rizzo is stitched across the front. She takes the shades off and puts them on her head. She notices the condition of the house, and wrinkles her nose.]

And I thought my pad was a dump.

[Rizzo reaches in her pocket and comes across the Blackberry. In her time period, most people could only afford black and white televisions, and they required antennas. There were no cell phones, lap tops, or iPods. She stares at the device in confusion, not sure what to make of it. After a fer minutes, she shrugs and puts it back in her pocket. She then pulls out a flask and takes a sip.]

Let's hope this place is a little more enjoyable than good old Rydell.

Current Mood: confused

chocolategun.livejournal.com

[hey, Manorites. Guess who is bored? He's been fussing over L and "bonding" with Near and harassing Light for the past couple of weeks while shit got real. But now, aside from the haunted house look of things, things are back to normal. The desolate look of the manor, though?

Boring.

So suddenly, everyone might notice their Blackberries turning on, with this on the screen.

Nonstop. You can put it in the background, but the music is still there. Playing. It doesn't seem to want you let it close it. It will close automatically after twenty-four hours! You could turn the volume off, but then how will you communicate on video/voice functions? Hmm...

It's so catchy, though, isn't it? It just makes you wanna... nyan.]

11-sies.livejournal.com

Okay, so!

We landed on a strange planet and we don't know what's on it- don't know what we can and can't eat and there is a thick forest-type thing- so let's all do the obvious and try not to wander off.

Current Mood: contemplative

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[ the sound of buttons being mashed repeatedly can be heard before a scared and shaky little voice on the verge of tears sounds over the device ]

A-avishta? Avishta?!

[The video comes on after another bout of button mashing, and a scared little green face comes on. His robes are torn and tattered and he looks a little dirty, as though he's been sleeping on the ground.

Not thinking the device was on, he tentatively begins to explore the room, slightly modeled after hi room back on Namek]

thornstained.livejournal.com

[This is Briar's first foray into the world of technology. Tris explained to him how the blackberry worked, and he's looked at a few of the posts, but he was still a bit wary of using the little device. Until now, where circumstances have created a pressing need that overrides his reluctance. Namely that he's in a different body.]

[The video clicks on, and it's Naomi's face that's half-glaring at the camera.]

The last thing I remembered, I was up a tree on that island. Now I'm here, and I look like... this.

[The frown grows more pronounced before he briefly angles the blackberry down to show his-- her-- Naomi's body, then back up to his face.]

This is one of the writer's stupid ideas of fun again, isn't it? Let's just change people into some random woman because we can!

[He's female. He doesn't have his powers. He's completely changed from how he was and to be honest, he's a little bit scared by it. And a scared Briar is a defensive Briar. He looks to one side, outright scowling and making himself calm down a little before he keeps speaking.]

Is anyone else like this?

beyondsighted.livejournal.com

[Had Beyond Birthday cared to put in the effort, he could probably name the exact genus and species of the prehistoric flora that surrounded him. He did not care. The only thing that matters at the moment is that this place is not Room four-oh-four. His thoughts are scattered in chaotic disarray, an unpredictable, teeming mass of anger, annoyance, and desperation hidden behind a deadpan mask enhanced by perfectly applied powder. Wammy's had taught their projects well. For all of Beyond's anguish --all his plans derailed!-- not a single trace of it was broadcast through the Blackberry. Or rather, none of it would have been broadcast. Suspicious, and paranoid, Beyond Birthday would not reveal his face, for he knew very well the value of a person's face, to individuals unknown. Long fingers encircle the device, his voice, an almost soothing, rumbly sound in-between tenor and baritone. An oddly zen tone, considering his rather....unique circumstances.]

Good evening.

[A short pause, as B wets his lips.]

My name is Ryuzaki. I seem to be...

[A second pause, as he searches for the appropriate word. Lost? Confused? He frowns in the darkness. Subjective information would hardly be helpful to anyone.]

... sitting on top of a creature, a ceratopsid, long extinct. A triceratops to be exact. What is the meaning of this?

gods-bestie.livejournal.com

_{[Claudia can be seen running through the halls of the hotel, occasionally looking back over her shoulder. She has a pronounced limp and her face is contorted in pain. A crash is heard and Claudia screams. Cheeping and little squeaking noises can be heard in the background. She turns a corner and trips on a large chair that had been overturned in the hall. Sprawling face first, she heard a loud crack and instant pain flooded her arm. Her wrist snapped violently as she had fallen onto it. Holding her arm, she attempted to get off the ground, but the pain was too much and she collapsed. A small green dinosaur jumped up onto the chair she had tripped on, squealing in her face.

It landed on her chest and attempted to bite her nose. She punched it hard, sending it flying off of her. It jumped back up and hissed, followed rapidly by 10 more of the small dinosaurs. All of them together was too much for her despite her frantic flailing and attempts to get them off of her. Bites to her face, hands, body, arms and legs; all of it too much. Pain raged in her mind as she screamed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shattered window pane, glass littering the floor. She rolled onto her stomach, dragging herself with her good arm, strength flooding her with the idea of hope. Finally her hand settled on sharp glass.

She grabbed a large chunk of it, slicing her palm. The smell of blood frenzied the little dinosaurs as they continued their assault. Claudia brought the makeshift knife down on the first one, severing its head. Blood sprayed in her face and covered her dress. One after one the compys fell, their bodies being flung in every possible direction. The remainders who skittered outside her reach left, in search of their fallen brethren and hopefully a quick meal. Exhausted, Claudia slumped on the floor, the blood of the beasts mixing with her own. Gingerly she touched her neck. The gaping wound there would kill her if she did not find help soon. Now she was too weak to move.]}

Help...please.

_{[She began to cry...she did not want to die.]}

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. :(]

abluechild.livejournal.com

[Aoko has noticed that absence of Takami Yoh and had every intention of burying any feelings of grief she felt by eating a pint of ice cream and cleaning the halls and possibly arguing with Kaito.

Cleaning usually makes her feel better. But not this. What she finds in the kitchen, and parlor, and dining room has her twitching outright- the look on her face would make anyone think she's seen a dead body.

....and the scream she lets out would probably confirm anyone's suspisions of such- but there is no dead body. Just a very large mess that has her physically shaking and... possibly hyperventilating a little... also probably very close to tears.]

This mess has terrible timing.]

((ooc: we're pretending that is a horrified child!icon.))

Current Mood: horrified!

ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com

[In the kitchen, sitting in a chair by the window, sits a boy. He has black hair, and golden eyes, and his hair is held up in a topknot. His clothes are red and gold, the fine clothes of the Fire Nation royalty.

The boy Iroh sighs, content, as he looks out the window.]

What a rare gift this is.

the2nd-kira.livejournal.com

[ Misa had a secret. Not many people outside the entertainment industry knew this. The feed opens with a young girl--- about 9 or 10 years old, standing in front of a full length mirror. For those who visited Misa's room before, they might recognize the room belonging to her. But the girl in front of the mirror was not the Misa Amane they know.

The girl is cute. That is the first thing people will notice, but her hair was dark brown and not blonde. The young girl is pinching her cheeks and staring at herself in the mirror disbelievingly. Her hands were shaking as she began touching her hair and then tugging on her pigtails. ]

This is a lie...

[ She began blinking, like she was trying to wake herself up from a dream. But each time she opened her eyes. It still remained the same. ]

WHY IS MISA IN THIS BODY?!

[ Meet Misa Amane at ten years old. She has brown hair and eyes, but a mix of the cute features of the Japanese and the milky white skin of her foreigner father. After she decided to join the entertainment industry, she dyed her hair blond and wore contacts often. Now, she looks down at her legs and lack of womanly body, then pouts. ]

MISA IS NOT SEXY AT ALL!

outlandlioness.livejournal.com

_{[Oh shit there is an angry lion cub in the halls, trying to roar up a storm, but only managing a squeaky]}

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS! FIRST I HAVE TO WATCH MY SON BE KILLED BY THE TRAITOR AND ONCE MORE I AM A CHILD! WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?

_{[Zira swats at curtains petulantly, her claws extended]}

When I find whoever did this to me, I will kill you.

saiyanascension.livejournal.com

_{[ Here's kid Vegeta playing around on his device. He just woke up and his all messy-haired and morning-scowl-faced. He rubs his face while looking into the camera, not seeming to notice that it's on. He notices his hand is a lot smaller than it should be and he looks at it with wide eyes. He blinks hard a few times before panicking. ]}

WHAT THE HELL?!

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?

_{[ He drops the device and runs off to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. You can hear the pitter patter of his feets. Cuuuuuute!

He comes back and picks up the device. Angry Vegeta child is ANGRY. ]}

WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA! I'M... A CHILD!

I... I'm... What's happening!? How.. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!?

I DEMAND AN ANSWER! NOW!

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[Emma's looking out the window of some building onto the grand view of the canals and narrow passages.]

Venice. How utterly romantic.

Do excursions like this happen often? It's nice to get away from that dusty old house, but I don't like the idea of being yanked around through time and space at someone else's whims.

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Entries tagged with comment: tom hanson

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