sirenspull | February 15th, 2012

February 15th, 2012

[Hello people of Siren's Pull, have someone who has been something of a phantom on the network for the most part in his time here. But he turns on the feed because he has something of great importance to bring up, and it has nothing to do with Valentine's Day.

He looks tired and pale, but completely intent on this post like it's the most serious thing ever.]

As some of you may have heard, it seems Crowley's hellhound is going to have puppies. He doesn't desire to go through the effort of training them even to be sold, but has agreed that if it can be made worth the effort or others can assist, he will allow them to live.

[Castiel generally doesn't care about most things or people dying, really. Especially not monsters. But hellhounds are different; or rather, this particular hellhound's puppies are different.]

Those of you who have any experience in training animals, particularly supernatural ones, or possess abilities that may be of use in this and are willing to attempt training them, compensation can be decided upon, potentially including one of the puppies themselves.

Also, if anyone who would be interested in purchasing one, pricing can be discussed.

[There. Castiel's keeping a puppy either way, Crowley's bitching be damned, but there will be many others that need homes. 8|]

( [Filtered to Sam Merlotte] )

drinkthebleach

[Ever wondered what the office of an AGI accountant looked like? It's rather sumptuous, with a mahogany desk, fully-functional Zen rock garden, and one wall-length window spanning from the floor to the ceiling. It’d give someone a sunburn just from standing in front of it too long.

The window is the focus of the video and the glaring anomaly in the overall picture--not because company bigwigs don’t normally like scenic views, but the gaping hole in the glass.

At this point in time, you might notice the big desk is also missing a chair.

Whoever is holding the NV, they walk towards the damage, almost close enough to peer over the edge.]

...That's good for a two-week notice, ain't it? [For someone that was reported to have died in a fire four days ago, Pickles sounds healthy, at least. Aside from the rage and the tension that's hardly restrained in his voice. It only percolates, becoming more obvious as he continues.]

I shoulda never let myself get tied up with corporate dildo mother-fuckers in the first place. That's my own fault, there--forgettin' they don't screw you any less in fuckin' Canada than they do in the real world. Fool me twice, I’m fucked an' all that. But I'm not doin' this no more. I've had it.

[Glass shards pop under the soles of his sneakers (most likely from something else that Pickles broke in the office).] Fuck you, you bunch of mafia twats. Take all that money I "owe" ya an' shove it up hard. That means I quit. ...An' I pissed on yer desk.

[It's on that note that the feed closes and fades to black.]

emperor_cowboy

[Backdated to the afternoon of February 14th...]

[Hol Horse idly taps the little recording device, just to make sure it's working correctly. He's still not used to having to use these little devices to communicate... but he's getting the hang of it. Look! He's even figured out how to make certain calls private to others. Unlike last time...

The fellow seems to have a slightly amused grin playing at his lips.]

There we go. So Marrow... it's been a while. Figured I'd get in contact with ya now. Don't wanna waste the day, so I'll ask ya flat out. Care t' go out on a date today?

thepull_mods

news feed; Wednesday, February 15th, 2012
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Wednesday, February 15th, 2012

Morning Weather Sunny with cloudy periods. High 7°C and a low of 2°C (41deg;F/36°F)

Current Moon Phase: Last Quarter

Morning sirens go off at 7:24am, and evening sirens are at 5:29 pm.

News

SAINT VALENTINE STRIKES AGAIN

It's hard to forget about the horrific events which transpired exactly one year ago in which fifteen innocents lost their lives. Newcomer Tom Hanniger, 31, aka Saint Valentine was apprehended today by police after the battery and attempted homicide of Newcomer and Greeter Mary Winchester. Suspected to be involved in at least five other cases, Hanniger, who has been in intensive psychiatric care since his trial last February, was discovered unconscious in a closet of the house he shared with others including Winchester. It is unclear at this time whether he had targeted any of his other house mates but police are looking at all possibilities and urging those with information to come forward.

Dr. Sarah Bluemthal, Hanniger's psychiatrist was unavailable for comment but Sero Corp. representatives have released this statement: "As the case stands, we believe this episode was isolated and though we were expecting some small setbacks due to his personal tragedy we were not expecting an incident like this. We have reason to believe that Mr. Hanniger was not being properly medicated and we are conducting our own internal investigation. Unfortunately we have nothing more to release to the Press at this time, however our deepest sympathies go out to those involved. We are all thankful that no one was fatally injured and are inviting any persons personally afflicted free medical care."

It seems Cupid was using axes instead of arrows this year as one close source reported suspicion that Mary Winchester and Tom Hanniger may have been intimately involved. Winchester, who sustained multiple wounds, was rushed to the hospital in critical condition, but is expected to survive.

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plushrumpus

[The first thing the viewer probably notices isn’t the slightly strange first-person angle, or the massive tangle of plushes beneath the figure that appears to be reclining on it, but one specific object. The one plush of the many like it that appears to be sitting right on the filmer's chest, front and center, perhaps most notable for its bright pink color, upwardly curved Gonzo-like nose, and particularly… shapely backside.]

Yeah, I’d call this a resounding fuckin’ success.

[Out reaches one arm, fingerless gloved-hand carefully taking hold of the smuppet’s head, and animates it with a voice that, in comparison to Bro’s perfect deadpan, barely sounds like it could have come from the same person.

Who even has falsetto like that?]

You said it! Tee hee~

I like how the hearts came out. They’re a good addition.

Oh, theeese? [That sure is a puppet butt all up on your screen, viewers. Or specifically the side of it, where there’s a couple skillfully-embroidered hearts on one cheek.]

Excuse me, could you wave your ass a little more shamelessly in our faces, please. I don’t think everyone got an intimate enough look.

[A theatrical gasp, as the smuppet is moved back to its former spot of sitting squarely on Bro’s chest, facing the camera.] Shameless? Me? Why I never! [And there go two little plush arms, positioned into a haughty hands-on-hip pose.]

Callin’ it like I see it.

You really are the worst. Hmph! [That rounded head gets turned up and away, suspiciously-shaped schnoz snootily turned to the sky as the plush finally saunters bouncily off-camera, leaving the viewer with silence for a moment.]

Yeah. She’ll be back. Though for now, I’ll have to deliver the message myself. [Up reaches one hand again, this time to take his NV off his face and turn it around so the camera faces him-

Wait, where did that second pair of shades come from?]

Happy Valentines Day, all you lovebirds out there. Or Butthurt Singles Awareness Day, for the bachelors and bachelorettes that need to get the fuck over themselves. [With that, he brings his free hand up to his face, and blows the manliest of kisses.

so.

COOL.]

(OOC: So Bro sent out V-Day smuppets to a shit ton of people. Castmates, non-castmates, even a few complete strangers probably woke up to find one of these little dudes on their doorstep. If you want one, just make note of it in the subject line or something. I’ll leave the specifics like colors up to you guys!)

thanxforthetoys

Hey Jinx.

Sorry I missed you for Valentine's Day, muffin top. [Yeah, he'll probably get blasted for that one.]

Got a gift for you if you want it.

youfartknocker

[ He's sitting on a bench in the poorest sector, graffiti and probably dried blood on the broken wood. ]

Uh, huh huh huh. Dying's cool.

Uh, huh huh huh. It was the only, like, good thing about that stupid concert. Uh, huh huh. The music was almost as bad as, uh, that stupid Fall Out Boy band.

I'm, like, immortal, baby. Uh, huh huh huh. So, like, come bask in my knowledge of the after-life. Uh, huh huh. I'm gonna score.

[ Yep he was at that concert that killed everyone. And only just this morning came back from the dead. ]

dilemma

[ Specials on the menu is one thing, but the decorations, few as there are, are overkill to Damon today. The scowl on his face is difinitely a result of being irritated with all the pink and red all over the place and string of reminders about it on the feed. He came to Merlotte's to drink and stare at the wall, not have this idiotic day crammed down his throat.

When he does finally turn on his NV to project his irritation to the masses it's obvious he's been there for a while. Lowball glass in hand, bottle of whiskey ~~that he settled for~~ not too far away, the pinkness around his eyes and speech just bordering a slur makes complete sense. The obstinant and disgusted tone of his voice doesn't quite match the dejected look on his face, though. ]

This "holiday" [ Air quotes and everything ] that you people make a big deal about—which isn't even real, by the way—is idiotic. Oh, you bought a card and some chocolate? Big fucking whoop. Why not work up the balls to ask people out and buy them stuff every day?

[ Truth is, this is his least favorite day of all for a lot of reasons, and ~~two~~ one of them is back in Mystic Falls while he's stuck in this godforsaken place. Better to just stay in this same spot ]

( ooc note: Damon's...not really himself. Expect him to be much more subdued and very very drunk if your characters decide to respond. Also he'll be at Merlotte's until they kick him out so feel free to run into him there as well. )

lockandkeyblade

[So it does happen on occasion that Sora likes to play Sherlock. This particular evening, inspiration strikes while in the midst of training exercises in the woods (taught to him some time ago by a certain blue haired master). His hair's a little mussed, outfit slightly askew. But here's something new! Sora's sporting some new duds: At the moment, his left arm's covered in what appears to be some well-crafted armor.]

I've been thinking... Back in my world, there used to things called Gates that helped get you from place to place. Thing is, they weren't all that easy to find, and they didn't just open for anybody or for any reason.

Only, if I'm right, I just might know a way to make this work!

[Hence, his next question. It's completely relevant to the previous matter, he promises:]

What's most important to you? What's something you guys just can't go without?

[Tell the sixteen year old about your precious items, Siren's Port. So he can ask to see it. Toss it in the air. Point a weapon at it.]

[It'll turn out just fine.]

[Probably.]

ace_of_knaves

[The Joker is sprawled on a couch, snipping at folded pink paper and frowning. He glances up into the NV.]

You know what's a real travesty? A poor, old man being alone on Valentine's Day. It's like people think full-blown, mass-murdering psychos don't need love too!

But we do. We need stimulation. That's all I want.

[He unfolds the paper into a chain of pink bats and his voice drops into an ominous purr]

I just want someone to play with...