sirenspull | February 26th, 2012

February 26th, 2012

[The feed turns on from the floor of Crowley's apartment -- tucked in between the carpet and a throw pillow, which should be on the couch, but is not. Instead, it looks like something is on top of it. And that something has gotten ahold of Crowley's iPhone.

Crowley's iPhone what has Siri.]

I do not recognize 'sssss'. Would you like me to run a search for it?

[If you can see the hounds of hell, you will be able to see an extraordinarily fat fluffy puppy, with sharp claws and just barely opening eyes, trying to scrabble towards the phone again, to resume chewing on the toy she has found. It's something of a failed effort, though -- the puppy hasn't quite gotten the hang of her legs yet and instead rolls off of the pillow, landing with a squeak on her back -- but the puppy is resilient and continues to try to get at the phone, even though her paws are moving uselessly against the air.]

I do not recognize 'ajshgsgs'. Would you like me to run a search for it?

[She soon gives up, though, heaving a whimpered sigh as she rolls onto her side, nose just barely touching the screen of the phone, before she is picked up with another loud squeak by the owner of the phone.]

If you touch my phone again, I'll skin you.

[But Crowley, instead of disciplining the dog, gently pets it once before stooping to pick up his NV, wiping it off on the front of his designer jacket, before sliding it into his pocket, where it turns off.]

thepull_mods

Sunday, February 26th 2012

Weather A mix of cloud and sun. Chance of flurries. High 2°C and a low of -4°C (36deg;F/25°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 7:03am, and evening sirens are at 5:47 pm.

( Horoscopes )

News & Advertisements

- Officer Alex Duval led a police chase last night in an attempt to capture the Joker. The dangerous Newcomer was identified by witnesses in the stolen vehicle of Dr. Alexander Slavkov after he drove up onto a sidewalk and tried to run over pedestrians.

Joker hit a fire hydrant and ran up the fire escape of a nearby apartment building in Sector Four to escape the police tail, taking Albert Sarkozi as hostage. Before the police could get to the building, the Newcomer named Peter Petrelli teleported to the roof to confront the Joker and Sarkozi was dropped. His death was immediate.

Police reports say that the Joker attacked Peter, stabbing him in the stomach then shoving him off the roof before jumping down to an awning and escaping. Peter's body was not recovered.

"We are still looking for the Joker," Officer Duval states. "I had four Voids locking down the scene so however this guy keeps slipping away, it has nothing to do with powers. This gives us hope." Duval urges anyone with information on the Joker to report it to the police.

- 42 Dead in Total; Mass Murdering Bloodsuckers Still At Large
Last night another mass attack was issued, presumably by the two vampires who have boasted about the other murders. While some were drained of their blood and a grouping of bodies in sector six. The culprits have yet to be apprehended.

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1800deadguy

I've figured out that it's been a whole year since I've been here.

One whole year. That's way longer than the single night I thought I'd have to live as a ghost. Not that ghosts are "alive," it's just a saying. I've met a lot of people in that year and I've helped some of them, too. I've even learned the alphabet all over again. I guess that's all a ghost could possibly ask for.

[A pause.]

But I still don't remember anything about myself and my life.

The shock of death makes a ghost forget everything about themselves for a short period of time, but it comes back to them gradually. Yet, it's been a whole year since the night I died and I still can't remember who I was, what I was like, why or even how I died.

The face I wear isn't even my real face.

[This is the part where he would have sighed, if ghosts had lungs with which to sigh.]

I guess I can't complain too much. It's nice to be able to exist. More of a chance than most dead people get, anyway. It'd just be nice to do a little more than existing.

Ah, well. Happy anniversary, everyone.

shifting

All right. We're havin' an event at Merlotte's. It's been too damn long and I've missed the big ones, so I'm decidin' right now that one's happening. ....Wednesday. There, it's decided. M'callin' it "Take Back The Night". There'll be live music and drink specials and all sorts of good times. Just for fun, it'll be a semi-formal theme.

We're also still hirin' for a number of positions, and I'm in need of an assistant manager in a pretty bad way. Come on in for an interview any day this week between 2 an' 4.

[reaching over to shut off the monitor. Stops. Squints.]

...And I'd just like to say to certain unnamed parties that I taste just fine, so fuck you.

[click]

returnsmagic

[ The view shows the city after Dark, illuminated by its sparse, lukewarm lights that dotted the streets and the buildings. It seems like the recording device is floating in the air, thanks to this view. There is a heavy, repeating noise, like massive wings flapping in a steady, rhythmic beat.

The NV's owner is not seen, but he speaks, a heavy, clearly inhuman voice. ]

So much despair and bloodshed in these past nights. By evil or by evil's victims, it is hard to say.

In some ways I miss the evil of home, where it is clear where and how to fight. There the causalities, and they are either missed or celebrated in its demise. But here, the difference is not as so clear, even to me, who has lived for so long. A shame of my fault. As a son of Paladine, the god of justice and all that is good, I should have hold the wisdom to know the difference.

But I do not, it bothers me. So tell me this: how can you tell?

gunsling

[ The video clicks on to Jake, holding a can of beanee weenees in one hand as he fumbles with his NV in the other, before he sets the NV down on something.

He looks like he's about to say something to the NV, before he looks down at can and realizes something important! ]

Damn! Forgot the spoon. Hold on a moment.

[ He darts over to set the can down on the open windowsill before dashing out of frame.

A few seconds pass by before a bandaged, tattooed arm shoots down over the edge of the window from the outside and snatches up the can.

Another minute or so and the arm reaches down to put the can back into place. Disappearing just in time for Jake to walk back into the room, look at the empty can and-- ]

What the devil?!