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[The feed comes on to Mukuro sitting idly at the kitchen table, enjoying a small cup of coffee. He's looking a bit thinner to those that knew him before... two years in a pickle jar will do that. Per usual he's masking his irritation of being back in this place quite well. It figures that he would be freed from one prison only to be transported to another... and of course there was the condition in which he left things. He needed to do some damage control.]

Hello, please pardon my interruption but it seems I have been... allowed to return to my world for a number of years. As I recall time here passes differently and I would very much like to know how long I have been missing.

Also regarding my behavior upon my last stay here. I would like to sincerely [pffft... sincerely.] apologize for my actions both as a child and the incident that happened the following week. I suppose you could say... that I wasn't in my right mind. Thank you for your time.

[And with a slight bow of his head he ends the feed]

beyondsighted.livejournal.com

[The feed clicks on, obnoxiously close to B's face as though he's posing for a Myspace picture.]

Oh. It is on. Back off slowly now- [A chorus of giggling ensues as the video slowly pans out to show B sitting on the floor in the dealer's room completely surrounded by fluffy plushies, wearing these slippers as well as a small pile of books. On the top of that pile? THIS. That's right, the King of Death Note spoilers, How to Read 13. And now that B has read it, religiously, cover to cover, he has a few announcements to make. With the help of a few fangirls. Yes, B has made "friends" with them.]

Manorites, your undivided attention, please.

[The thumb goes to lip, and his other hand dangles How to Read 13 by the corner. More giggling as the fangirls behind the camera squeal at the familiar mannerisms.]

Today is our prosecutor-san's birthday! If you should see him, wish him a Happy Birthday, lest he suffer a psychotic break down. His name is Mikami Teru, and he's very shy~~ Especially you two, Mels. Nathaniel.

In fact-! [The video shakes slightly. B rummages around his bag of goodies to produce this ]

We bought you a present Mi~ka~rin~ [He waves the Light plushie around conducting the fangirls behind the camera as they all burst into the Birthday song. ]

Also~ [ He sets the plushie down, and picks up a doujinshi. ~~YES. B HAS DISCOVERED YAOI DOUJINSHI.~~ And sorry Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, but it's one of you two. He flips to a random page. ]

Mother and Father are quite kinky, it seems~ Mraow! Hee.

Oh! [~~What you didn't think B was done, did you?~~ He picks up a large poster. It's commissioned fan art of him drawn as Batman, and L as a random Lackey. ] I think they caught my best side, these artists did. What do you think, Manorites? Lawli?

P.S [In a very, very exaggerated whisper.] Dumbledore is gay.

[ The feed cuts off.]

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[This place has both confused and annoyed Emma to no ends. She rubs her head, wincing. The psychic noise is getting to her, in addition to the regular noise. She's heard about these places, these fan conventions, and she's seen people dressed like the heroes she knows - plenty of Captain Americas and Iron Mans running around during Halloween. But this...this is a lot worse.]

Please move, people.

[She pushes her way past people decked out in X-Men paraphernalia or wearing t-shirts with superheroes on them and a few others in costume. None of them are too convincing, and they're all pretty stupid. Here, a Phoenix, several Deadpools, an adequate Nightcrawler, Magneto (why on earth would anyone dress as him?), Scott and...]

Oh dear God.

[Someone dressed as her. Someone rather too overweight to be dressed as her, and with a poor makeup job too. And in a tacky and frankly out-of-date uniform that a plus-sized individual has no business wearing. And they've noticed her.]

"Oh, wow! Amazing White Queen costume!"

This is truly Hell on earth.

thumbonmylip.livejournal.com

[[He's not one to be assumed a stupid person by anyone who knows him, he's human all right but not by any means a stupid one. Mistakes have been made both by him in more than one incarnation and back home, it seems that things here aren't going to turn into some sort of clusterfuck of heart-attacks so with that.

And the knowledge he has otherwise.

He's decided he'll plod along the beach bare-foot of course, his shoes are in his hand should something come along that looks as though it would be too sharp to walk on. Or rocks. No one likes- well okay some people like rocks under their feet, but not him. Not his sensitive skin.

He's wearing a sun visor ~~chosen simply because the visor had retractable glasses. Toys to play with while walking!~~, a new (though baggy still) shirt over his usual white one-- Can't have his arms being burned by the sun-- and his signature blue-jeans. Nothing were more comfortable than those. Though, sweatpants are second only.

They're not, however, attire for the beach.

His finger moves to his bottom lip while he wanders around in the sand, hunched over still while he walks and holds his shoes in the other hand. He's never had a vacation befo--

He crouches down, impossibly so, then watches a small hermit-crab make its way along. Finger at his lip the whole time, he keeps his composure looking analytical of even the poor thing's walk to wherever it had been going.]]

Huh..

((OOC: COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD HAPPENED THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU *CLINGSNUG* ))

100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com

[Dean's looking thoughtful when he turns the communicator on. If he hadn't been distracted earlier in the week, he would have got around to this earlier. As it is, he's doing it now.]

Has anyone had any encounters with the psycho that has survived? [His hand reaches up to the cowboy hat on his head -Jake's hat- adjusting it without really thinking about it.

He's perplexed. the killer seemed to leave no trail; nothing he could track either iwth the traditional hunter methods, or with a scent.]

Also, has there been any connections between any of the victims so far? Other than them being here? I mean, they're not the same sex or ages... hair colour... nothing that I can figure out by looking. Just.... if there's any infromation at all that you know about them that could help, no matter how strange, it'd be helpful.

[Yes. He's hunting this thing, and he wants information that can help him make his next move.]

( Locked to Megamind )

bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com

[Lotti lay in the middle of the parlour, unmoving, still. From a distance it just seemed like she had fallen asleep on the floor, or doing what she normally did and lay around, bored out of her mind over little things. This time though, she wasn't awake, she also didn't appear to be moving and upon closer inspection there is a small forming pool of blood forming.

To everyone it just appears that she had her throat cut and left for dead, her body also appeared to have injuries on her arms and legs, all those appears to have no reason behind them, but for now the pool of blood slowly starts to get bigger and bigger.]

big-bang-blue.livejournal.com

[The power flickers on to show a very proud and yet tired Megamind as he beams a smile. Tiny blue lights flicker in the background and arcs of raw electricity lick from the copper coils that he made from the previous generator that moves in a radial power.]

HA! SUCCESS! Who's the man now, Doc-tor!? I WON!

[He leans on the wall while he wipes the sweat off his brow and a small radio glows just to the side playing this song.]

Not exactly the first song that I would have chosen but hey, it's music! Ciao-ciao all!

[The feed cuts off but the music is still playing.]

Current Location: subbasement

grabbyhandsthx.livejournal.com

[Video]
[The room around him is absolutely trashed, it looks as though someone went berserk in it and that's exactly what he's done. None of the immediate possessions are broken, but they're thrown around, bed over-turned and he's sitting on said over-turned bed. The tall, dark haired man in a fur-lined collar, sleeveless, waist long jacket and small, round sunglasses, has been going off on what could only be a monster-type tantrum in the manor for some time.

He makes a grab for his BlackBerry, if its in here it belongs to him, to swipe it off with a bunch of other things sitting on a surface. This ends the feed.]

[In Person]

What a shithole...
[He stops, turns and quirks an eyebrow at the opposite direction, none of it looks familiar to him, not that he's sure he's not already in the wrong direction. Having sighed to himself he finds himself turning and continuing down his chosen path. Though a little chilly, the good-as-condemned building doesn't bother him so much as the minor inconvenience of not knowing where he is.Greed shoves his hand in his pocket and leans up against a wall casually, the other one running through his hair.]

Well.

[He adjusts his small sunglasses and then replaces his hand in his pocket, leaning his head back on his chosen wall.]

I didn't expect that I would have been ataken to a house............ Thing... after that cheap-shot bastard... [He trails off, not willing to admit his defeat by the younger generation Homunculus.]

...I would have thought that worthless lapdog would have dragged me directly to Father in exchange for a pat on the head and a treat. [Though his words express little care for the people who fell around him in those sewers, the look on his face doesn't as he continues his un-noticed monologue.]

No matter....

[His demeanor changes and he chuckles softly, under his breath almost inaudible to most, he speaks frankly with a smirk.] Great. Talking to yourself Greed- real smooth ..Least it's good conversation, intelligent conversation if nothing else.

[His sharp, serrated-tooth grin eventually fades to look of loathing once he thinks of who would love to drag him to Daddy, undoubtedly the younger Homunculus will let them know. Undoubtedly his more familiar little brother would want to come and greet the wayward prodigal son. The grin returns slowly, blossoming out like a nightmare of jagged teeth once more across his face.]

I've got a whole new world that belongs to me. Things to get, places to go, people to-

[He puts his hands behind his head, stretching his muscles, then pulls them down in order to stretch them that way. He's all but grinning as he returns to his slow paced walking.] --meet.

deeplymeaningless

I've been thinking about the Author. I just can't believe she truly has the ability of controlling fate. It would be mocking everything fate stands for.

Instead I wonder, if it isn't simply her fate to bring us her. And ours to be here.
There's got to be some kind of deeper reason behind all of this....

andsuddenlydynamite

[After one thing gone wrong after another, after the stress of dealing with Belphegor and his room being blown up, he had gone on a 4 pack-a-day smoking binge. And now he has been out of cigarettes for the past few days. Being in the throws of nicotine withdrawal had made him restless, and unable to sleep properly. Of course sleeping on the floor of his burnt room probably didn't help either, but he was too stubborn to accept any of the rooms offered to him.

So the sooty teenager is snoozing at the kitchen table looking slightly paler then usual. He's got his glasses with him, but one lens is cracked, and a lighter in his hands.]

an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com

[Lucy is in the grounds, heaving great wooden logs onto a large pile that's already burning quite nicely. It's drizzling outside but she's managed to set up camp somewhere out of the wind and with some minor shelter from the wet.]

There's no heat, and no power. I thought I'd make a bonfire to give us some light and warmth for a while, so if anyone cares to join me they're welcome to.

rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com

[Guess who is in the room next to Gokudera's? This android! And he's all kinds of happy that room #35 just happened to burn down. Earlier, immediately after discovering what happened, 17 had himself a good laugh. Now, as he makes his post, he's been reduced to a few chuckles here and there.]

I guess bad things do happen to bad people after all. [Another short laugh, and then playfully,] Should I be worried? [As if his room going up in flames would be troublesome. Sometimes having nothing is a benefit, and besides, it's not like he needs it to sleep.]

rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com

[Matter-of-factly, just because he can,] Told you we'd come back. But you knew that before I did, didn't you?

This place looks even worse than before. Where are you, anyway?

cuteuketwin.livejournal.com

Well it seems like I was completely wrong about where we end up. At least that's an upside to this, but the downside... I think I need medical attention, my arm is really swore after the crash and it hurts more when I move it.

searchformysin.livejournal.com

[The blackberry is pointing at what was once the ship. It is now a smouldering pile of flame.]

Well that was unexpected.

[The camera then pans over the new place before turning around and showing Oz's face, no emotion just a look of wondering, unfazed by it all.]

It could of always been worse when you think about it.

populargoodness.livejournal.com

[Despite all of the insanity that had come from the crash landing and the fire, Glinda had managed to remain mostly in one piece, more than likely due to her love of wearing fluffy dresses. She has managed to lose one shoe and she's carring the other one in her hand. Her stockings are dirty with runs in them, and her dress is a little singed. She walks around looking for people]

Hello out there! Is anyone still alive??

[She pokes around at the scenery looking for familiar plants or something to use for wood. But upon closer inspection she manages to walk away empty handed and more than a little creeped out.]

Where in the name of Oz am I?

junior-cop.livejournal.com

[Tom doesn't exactly look like he's in the happiest of moods and his nachos are floating around. Some of them randomly hitting him on the face. On the view screen, there's an old movie that he was watching. Now he's fighting to keep from landing on something hard in case gravity returns.]

Funny. Ha ha. Okay, who shut off the gravity?

[The gravity comes back on and he falls face first on the floor, nachos dropping from the air in a messy heap.]

Great.

blondmage.livejournal.com

It's been a while since I had a good drink, meow~

[There is only the sound of walking before the feed gets switched on to reveal Fai's face, smiling happily away as he appears to have napkins on him that he brought from the kitchen to his room.]

Did you know there was some good alcohol in the kitchen, meow~ meow~

[He stops talking for a moment, pausing and placing a finger on his chin lightly thinking. So soon gets the napkins and starts making cat ears out of them. Once they were made he place them on top of his head with a cat like smile.]

I wonder if I could make something that has alcohol in meow~

[OOC: Fai's tipsy if not full blown drunk after a drink fest with Jake just so you know.]

cuteuketwin.livejournal.com

I know we're in space and all, but I have to wonder one thing. Where do you think this ship is heading for?

Knowing our luck my bet's are on a place infested with something like giant insects or something worse.

So what about you lot? Place your bets on where you think we'll end up... if we end up going somewhere. After all we could just end up with something happening on board. I've learned to always expect the unexpected in this place.

deeplymeaningless

[Ryuutaro is on the observation deck, looking into space with an unreadable expression.]

Beautiful...

[A small smile flickers over his face, but his hand is clenched tightly around an object. It's his beyblade in fact, but the camera doesn't catch it all that clear. His face overshadows with worry again for a moment. Here, in the space ship, he feels even more caged than he already does in the Manor. Just like his bey-sign - a shark- he had to keep moving. And on top of that all the metal around reminds him horribly of his cell in the Dark Nebula building. And in top of that even... he didn't foresee this. Yeah, enough reasons to get a little boy into being truly worried]

Truly beautiful...

[But the stars make it kind of acceptable. Ryuutaro could watch them forever]

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Entries tagged with comment: zarbon

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005 Better than Disneyland~

Diamond 10: Emma Frost [In Person]

Cake & OCD 004 - [Video//In Person]

[Video] || hunt 4 ||

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{13th Death Ray} Viol-a! [Video]

Gimme Gimme #1 - Greed [Video//In Person]

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{16th Collar} Ha, ha, funny. [Video/In Person]

8th World | Accidental Voice/Video [Backdated to Tuesday Night]

♔ Mischievous Twin No. 2 Post 16 [Voice]

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