[identity profile] grabbyhandsthx.livejournal.com
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[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.
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[There's the sound of something heavy and wet landing on the floor with a loud 'shlop' sound. It's dark at first, but then there's some shifting and the blackberry falls onto the floor, the camera picking up a wet figure on the ground. The figure is bound up in chains, stuck with wires and tubes and other fastenings. There's a tube over his right eye and his left eye is taped shut. The bottom of his face is covered by a mask with various tubes sticking out of it. Possibly for breathing and feeding underwater? His wrists, ankles, and neck are bound in manacles. Clearly someone didn't want this person to get out, however it's unclear whether he's a prisoner or perhaps an experiment. He appears to look like a regular young boy in every other respect...

The figure on the ground spazzes and jerks in a brief without any warning. It's unclear as to if he's awake or his body is simply in shock from the obvious sudden change in environment. The body goes still immediately afterward. Then, a muffled noise emits from the figure. His chest rises and falls in sudden jerky movements... that can either be attributed to laughter or crying...

Regardless, it doesn't appear as though he will be able to free himself on his own... and conveniently enough room 10 now adorned with a shiny new nameplate is opened a crack...]
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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....

[identity profile] big-bang-blue.livejournal.com
[The clanging of metal reverberates through what sounds like an empty room and the sound of noisy chatter from squirrels as the protest to the intruder can be heard.]

Oh do be quiet. I'm working since you decided to eat your little brothers. Cannibals.

[More noisy protests come from the rodents and the sound of fleshy squishing and the crunching of tiny bones are head.]

Ew, now I stepped in them...grodey gross icky! What a mess.

[Then he gags.]

Ugh...I feels sick. You guys can't even make a clean kill. Makes me wonder why people would want to have you for pets. Ew.

[The sound of something loud hits the floor hard and silence.]
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[The device clatters onto the floor to reveal a very scared Ichabod standing on a chair and beating something with a broom.]

Shoo! Go away, ghastly creature!

[Guess what he's been doing with his time? Yep, chasing out rodents and spiders that's what. Say hello to an arachnophobic constable in the worst possible way.]
[identity profile] 100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com
[The feed clicks on, and somebody's looking a little put out. When he'd spoken with the doctor in the first place, his hopes had been raised. Forest full of animals. It would be crappy, but it was necessary.

So he'd taken a walk down to the forest. and guess what guys: animals were sparse, and there was nothing bigger than a raccoon. No damned thing worth eating - no way were they big enough. He knows, he tried it.]


If anyone wants meat, there's a few squirrels, and crap like that, but nothing bigger than a raccoon. If you want me to bring anything, let me know.

[[OOC: It's probably a good thing to mention that, even though it's a day after his fight with Zuko, His burn loks like it's been healing for a weak. It's still pretty scabbed, but it's not red raw like it was, and it's not peeling anymore. It's on the bottom left half of his face (the other burns are covered by clothes) ...and Zuko, you might notice it's smaller than it was, but there's no scar tissue left behind it.]]

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May. 4th, 2011 01:02 pm
[identity profile] in-texas.livejournal.com
Seems like my canteen's run out and that kitchen is drier than Death Valley in a drought. Don't suppose any of y'all got some whiskey squirreled away somewhere?

[Pause.]

[Wait.]

[Wait.]

[Sigh.]


Guess not. Maybe that's for the best after all.

[And that's it from the cowboy.]
[identity profile] bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com
[Well since the fires and general destruction was officially over, Lotti had become bored once again. She defiantly wasn't going to help out with rebuilding, they weren't her family so they can't tell her what to do. The days drag on and she had no one to visit any more since he got written out... somehow. That was what ticked her off more than anything that he managed to get written out first before her, but for now he was back at home and she was stuck here until she finds a way out.

Lotti had decided to live in the dark, in the forest as she couldn't stand most people who were here without wanting to either stab them or touch them for fun, which usually didn't last as long as she hoped. But right now all she could do was sit in a overgrown tree and watch the world pass her by.]
[identity profile] lionpunchinist.livejournal.com
[Ryohei arrives at the manor at what seems to be around 4 in the morning. 

 He proceeds to yell at a volume that it can be heard through out the entire hallway extremely clearly and through the unknowingly turned on blackberry at an ear-shattering volume.]

"RYOHEI FIGHTO!!! ALRIGHT MY ULTIMATE POWER IS EMERGING N-"
[There's a small pause.]
“ WHY DID IT SUDDENLY BECOME EXTREMELY DARK AND WHY AM I NOT EXTREMELY NEAR NAMIMORI JUNIOR HIGH?!?!!”
[Ryohei looks around him...]
“SAWADA???!! OCTOPUS-HEAD??! YAMAMOTO?!"
[...and is extremely confused.]
[identity profile] burning-prince.livejournal.com
[After his fruitless attempts to get past the fourth wall, Zuko's resigned himself to exploring the manor. Of course, the moment he decides to do this, the power goes out. Which is why he's wandering around the first floor of the manor, holding up a flame in the palm of his hand to light the way. He walks into the parlor and pauses to look around.]

This place really is a dump... [Slowly starts poking around the parlor.]
[identity profile] cuteuketwin.livejournal.com
Well, with the power out and all, I was wondering if anyone wanted to hear a fun little ghost story?

We're kind of in a good setting for one at the moment, I mean the manor is kind of creepy looking right now, and the power has gone out, this seems like a fun little idea. Plus I'm bored so that all works out.
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[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.
]
[identity profile] mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com
[Cut for language. )

[OOC note: He'll be hard to find for tonight - he's thumping around in the Super Sekrit Sub-Basement where the generator was... starting tomorrow he'll be grumping around the garden and Manor. ALSO BUNNY TAGS MAY BE SLOW as Mod-in-charge-of-the-rabbit is having ten hour work days until Wed., but will try to get them as soon as possible!]

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