sirenspull | February 22nd, 2012

February 22nd, 2012

It's been a while since I've updated with anything on here. Apart from that time looping business a while back that everyone already knows about, there hasn't been that much to talk about either. Guess you could say I have been busy re-adjusting to being back here. Oh right and that thing yesterday. The report with those history exhibits coming alive? There had been talk about bringing a mummy into the flat. Finding severed heads and feet in the freezer I can actually deal with, but actually talking to the reanimated dead? No thanks! Never a dull moment here, that's for sure.

gabriel_gray

[ A ragged, hollowed face appears on the screen, the eyes are pitch black in the low light, and thick shadows are cast across his face. There's hunger there, and a murderous rage reined right in until his voice sounds almost reasonable. Sylar does not blink, and he stares for several long moments, then tilts his head, and the shadows shift, and his eyes vanish, and all that is left are his lips, dry and cracked, and pulled back to reveal white teeth. The recitation is fluid, after all it has been repeated thousands of times. ]

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

[ His head tilts back to meet the brick stonework behind him, just far enough that the empty pits of his eyes are visible again. There is the briefest flash of silver at Sylar's throat--it's the collar confining his abilities, and without them, a wanted criminal, he is starving, gaunt, barely a slither of a shade rather than human. At least they'd fed him in jail, and resentment only makes him want his powers back more, to make the right people hurt for daring to take them from him in the first place. ]

You cannot know what creeping things might come in the night. Isn't that right, Peter? Don't forget to say your prayers.

thepull_mods

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012

Morning Weather A mix of cloud and sun. Slight chance of showers. Windy at times.. High 8°C and a low of 0°C (46deg;F/32°F)

Current Moon Phase: New Moon

Morning sirens go off at 7:11am, and evening sirens are at 5:40 pm.

News

- The Emperor’s New Beads Make a Scandalous Splash at Downtown Mardi Gras Celebrations
Several reports from Sector 1 nightclubs and the Underground Mall during last night’s Mardi Gras parties report that strands of enchanted party beads, when worn, make the wearer’s clothes translucent and appear topless to onlookers. Mortified victims of this prank, upon realizing why revelers were hooting at their hooters, have banded together in trying to locate the distributor of these beads. Several hundred of these enchanted strands may still be in circulation. If one of them have been passed off to you, or if you have any additional information, please contact Debbie Kings, NV #35-6679

- Speaking of weird Mardi Gras stories....
Several young male drunken revelers, most likely students of Hawthorne University, burst in on Green Star Retirement Home’s Bingo Night last night, mooned the room full of geriatrics and their nurse assistants, and demanded to be flashed- ...and several of the amused elderly eagerly complied. The recreational director immediately threw the boys out, where they were promptly arrested by SPPD officers. Newscasters interviewed Greene Star resident Ellie Magree(91) this morning, who seemed cheerfully enthusiastic about the disruption “Sure was a wild night for around here, huh? Hoooo-ee, I sure hope those cute bums come back for a visit!”

- Still Can’t Get Enough of Cajun Cooking? Hidden Bayou is offering 20% off any meal check when you come in wearing a combination of purple, gold and green today.

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czes

[The NV starts recording when it hits the ground. All it sees is the dirt of that ever-familiar baseball field, at first. The high pitched shout of a very frightened child, with the depth of one who has truly known pain and terror.]

No! No, no not this place!

[His voice breaks into a sob that he chokes on.]

Is it even real?! Has any of it been...?

Maybe I'm still... maybe he's still...

[Several deep and ragged breaths: Pull it together, pull it together, if that thing's on someone's heard, someone might've seen. Shaking hands turn the NV over. It records a sky of blue and gray, and a boy known to most in the town as Benjamin with tears in his eyes. He's dressed rather nicely, in an old-fashioned long jacket with a tie and vest beneath, almost more like miniature adult clothes than a child's. Classy.]

I'm sorry if I scared anyone, I really didn't think I'd end up here again. [He sniffs out of necessity, but his nose is still running a little.]

What's the year and day?

Firo, are you still out there? I would like to see your face if I could... and... if it's been very long, I'm sorry about missing dinner.

mediumdrip

I want to start out by apologizing to all the people who worried about me when I left my apartment without letting my friends know where I had gone. Instead of facing my problems head on I ran and others got dragged into the mess. I wanted to thank everyone who offered to look for me and to apologize for putting anyone in danger. The last thing that I wanted was for people to be out in the Darkness looking for me.

I also really wanted to apologize to everyone at Purgatory for disappearing. All of you have given me an opportunity I would never have had back home and I am and always will be extremely grateful for that. I need to figure out what I'm doing now, and how much trouble I'm in for bailing on you.

I know some of you will be expecting me to talk about what happened between me and Kurt, but I'm not going to go into detail. We're not together anymore and the details of what happened are between him, me and our close friends. Thank you for everyone who stepped up to help him during this.

I've been thinking a lot about what I'm going to do now. I still don't really know.

I've been in a pretty dark place for a while. I never wanted it to come out this way but it did. Now all that I can do is face the consequences of my actions and hope that the people I've hurt can heal now that I'm no longer in their lives.

This weekend things got really, really bad. I wanted to talk about it. This will probably get a little long, and intense, and I don't expect anyone to read it. I just wanted to share considering how things are for kids here and back home. I feel like I need to get this out and all of you are free to say what you will about it.

I am not expecting sympathy.

( IC cut for triggery material )

paterelohim

[Hi y'all, it's Chuck, looking happy as fuck (probably because of the glass in one hand) and a little awkward with a cross drawn on his forehead. That would make sense, it being Ash Wednesday, except he's Jewish.

And it's drawn in what appears to be aftershave.

Chuck clears his throat after a moment, his smile fading a little as he addresses the camera.]

So, Ash Wednesday. I know we all had an awesome time last night for Mardi Gras, but it's time to serious up.

We're all giving up something for Lent, right? Maybe we should take some time to just sit down and really reflect on the sacrifices we make as a symbol of J-dizzle's three-day party bus to the afterlife.

[He says this all with a complete deadpan look of perfectly serious religious contemplation.]

If you don't know what I mean, take me as an example. This year, I'm giving up religion and Communion for Lent. [Yes. The Jew is giving up Communion. So serious, you guys, the most serious. He swirls the vodka around in his glass, then takes a pensive sip.] Sticking with white wine and Zin for a month won't be easy, but someone has to do it.

bodyreads

[Here's a frequency that hasn't popped up on the network in some time.]

There was a newcomer who ran a local dojo here. His name was Kurogane. He's disappeared.

Some people wanted to take the building back. I told them not to. People come here to learn to defend themselves and they shouldn't have to go elsewhere. I can teach them but I can't do it alone.

Can anyone else teach martial arts?

[ooc: should anyone try to trace this, it'll come back to Cass' NV (and not Black Bat's).]

motioned

[A somewhat anxious face comes onto the network today, though she's trying to mask it. Before she addresses the network, Ahiru looks over her shoulder towards a figure behind her and begins to speak.]

It doesn't really matter if they know or not!

[In the background, Maya's voice is audible:]

Ahiru, it's your birthday! Of course they've got to know!

[With a sigh, she turns back to the NV, laughing nervously.]

Well, um, I'm fifteen today. But, I don't want presents or anything like that, so you don't have to get me any! I think being here and being able to meet all my friends is more important than anything like that. It's really weird to think that I'm spending another birthday here, but... I'm happy, too.

[She looks back at Maya, looking for confirmation that she can turn the feed off. Out of sight, the older girl gives her a cheerful thumbs up, and the post ends.]

[ooc: Blue is Ahiru and purple is Maya!]

igottagay

So this might come as a huge shock to a lot of you people, but despite acting like Satan's most recent coming, I'm down with a radical hippie named Jesus.

[This rather prophetic statement comes from Santana's apartment -- and if you squint, you can see the vestiges of some ash on her forehead. Someone went to a service today.]

And for Lent, I'm going to give up something that's worth its weight in gold -- time. And I'm going to give it to a crisis center. I'm not exactly therapist material, because I'd rather slap someone than tell them their problems can totally be validated -- but I'm a pretty phenomenal singer. And whenever I get down on myself and hate the world and everyone in it, I sing about it.

So, for forty days and forty nights, every afternoon, from one to three in the afternoon in between shifts unless there's zombie dogs or whatever wandering around, I'll be outside the performance arts theatre singing for some cash. And the cash collected during that is going toward a fund for GLBTQ youths so that the people coming here can go to therapy or whatever if they can't cope with shit. And for your reference, that's gay-lesbian-bisexual-transgendered-questioning for the people who are seriously considering voting for an old white man for President instead of our super cool black one.

[Pause.]

And if anyone in my stupid glee club from back home wants to come with me, I guess we can be all nostalgic and bust out the super lame Journey for people who want to see us not suck.

ochitashinigami

[The Video clicks on, Eric actually looks rather chipper, instead of his usually sulky mood.]

So, this is my last night staying with the... ah... coworkers. I'll be moving tomorrow. It shouldn't take too long, and it'll be nice to have my own place again. I have a job now too, but it uh... really hasn't involved any actual work so far.

I'm sure that will change.

Anyway, ah, things are looking up. I'm looking forward to see who else lives in the towers. I was kind of messed up my first month while I was there. So, maybe I'll feel like being social this time.

That's it, I guess. Have a good night.

olderthanyourjesus

[Godric is on your screen, half bent over with his fangs popped and blood dripping down from his chin down his chest. He's shirtless and in the room of someone. It's dark but there's dark stains behind him and he's probably lying in a fair bit of it.

There's a maniacal look in his eye. Something has awoken and it's old. Gone is the sad, tired look of a sixteen year old ancient. Instead he is lusting after all he's kept inside for nearly a century.]

I grow bored already. [Said in a thick accent over his fangs.] I thirst for more.

[It's not so much a challenge. He's two thousand years old. Siren's Port, get ready for a blood bath.]

ooc: so this is one half of the vampire duo that is going to tear up the city. It was mentioned on the ooc comm. Any comments, etc post them there.

slipperysoul

[ When the feed starts, it's with the heavy thump of a body dropping to the ground, covered partially by the shadows in a remote alley. But Angelus tilts his NV just so, so everyone can get a good look, because why the hell not? Might as well make a documentary of his exploits, right?

It's just a John Doe, but this John Doe is dead as a doornail, sucked dry, save for the blood accidentally spilled down the front of his shirt and making a ring around his neck. But that's enough of that, and Angelus is flipping his NV around and smirking for the audience. Because he sure does love a show.

For those who thought they were familiar with this face, this is no longer Angel. Not anything close.

This would be Angelus, who's already on the move once again and letting his NV hang at his side, because it's been awhile, and he's still hungry and the night is ever so.... young. He does have a thing for virgins after all.

But he's making sure everyone can hear him when he does actually speak up: ]

Boy, it's good to be back.