sirenspull | March 19th, 2012

March 19th, 2012

Monday, March 19th 2012

Weather A mix of sun and cloud. Slight chance of showers. High 8°C and a low of 2°C (46deg;F/36°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 7:18am, and evening sirens are at 7:21 pm

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faking

If there's something I hate about here—

[He's in a room that seems entirely made of windows, and he's surrounded by flowers. His poet's shirt is lavender; he's wearing suspenders.]

... I like it here, you know. I'll stay here always, I'm sure. [For the purposes of avoiding his otherwise destined future, at least.] But if there's something I hate...

[His shoulders draw up like he's trying to make himself little, and then he puckers his lips, full of something sour.] It makes things upside-down. Completely ruins them! If you spend a long time making yourself memorable... and - and it doesn't work, are you left with anything good? There are some people I hope I never see again, just because I'd rather them away than not having the sweetness they did before. [With a clear pout, Alois ducks his head and reaches a little to his left, to pluck and shred the leaf of a plant.] It makes everything else as upside-down. It can make a person favor demons and want to burn the witch. I don't know. Just, —

[With his face still tilted down, Alois angels his eyes up to the camera, pitiful.]

People get that lonely feeling, right?

[And then a glower sparks, and, embarrassed at himself for how clumsy his feelings are, he smacks the feed off for now.]

cruelties

[Vincent is actually looking fairly cheery for once, in a genuine way, not the sort of cutting way that if anyone came too close they be sliced that some may be more familiar with. If anything it's a change, but not a complete metamorphosis from, the man hinging on the edge of insanity a few months before.]

It's a nice day isn't it? Spring will be here any day now and new possibilities will follow in on the fair weather I'm sure. I for one am changing my residence. I will be found at the Phantomhive-Trancy estate for those who wish to visit me.

[It may be significant for some Vincent is returning to the place whose lord defended him during his killing spree in the summer. If Vincent is aware his words may be taken as a subtle taunt, he's not showing it at all beyond that smirk that's always waiting to uncurl from the corners of his mouth.]

Ah! But I do have one more thing to share. As only one more thing could make this day more radiant-- my older brother's smile.

[Viewers may click on this link for an attached .jpg that is indeed of one Gilbert Nightray smiling (and Vincent apparently knows what photoshop is).

~~And yes Gil, this is about the damned cake. B(~~]

I do hope everyone is as happy as I am.

[And after that simpering comment the feed cuts.]

[OOC: Yadda yadda mun is slow tagger, tags may be days in-between during good times etc. Everything anyone who already has CR with me already knows.]

gaveherwings

This city...

The utter lack of planning for the future of its citizens is ever just-so-slightly disconcerting, troubling enough to bring me around and back to it again and again.

I do consider in stride that Romdeau, the city I've come from, was rigidly modeled and structured. That no single entity beyond the administrative body was permitted to extend its influence wildly over the population. But I also have to consider its ultimate crippled fate, for over-reliance on automated management. The dearth of options and openness, and what was sacrificed for order and a peaceable system. Still, I often hesitate to call it better or worse here.

And yet... there are small encounters which leave a man questioning these things, constantly. I don't speak about them over the network much, because it doesn't really suit the daily, casual discussions the newcomer community carries on here. Not everyone cares for speaking about societies. That and my, ah- unique perspective usually requires a good deal of preliminary explanation.

Still. It's good to hear some fresh opinions. There are some newer arrivals I haven't spoken with yet, or seen at the clinic.
( OOC- Cut, because this got long )

ibreakrules

[The video flicks on to show Frau's ransacked apartment. Porn magazines are scattered across the floor along with a blanket, cat toys, and some kitchen utensils. There is also a little bit of blood spattered across the wall and the floor nearby. Off to the corner of the image Frau's door is visible. Or at least what's left of it. There's a nice big hole where the doorknob should be, like someone just decided to cut the knob out in order to break in.

Which is exactly what happened. Two idiots had decided to break into a bishop's apartment, which is dumb in itself since he doesn't have many real possessions. To continue their idiocy, they'd broken in when he was in the apartment. His cat, Tolly, had noticed them and informed her owner.]

People are idiots. You would think if you were planning on breaking in to steal something you would pick someone who actually had items of value.

[Frau steps on screen, a look of mild irritation on his face. He either doesn't notice the blood on his cheek or doesn't really care. He reaches down to pick up one of his magazines, which is torn. The mild irritation quickly converts to anger. His porn is very valuable to him. The fact that one is damaged just makes him feel even less guilty about what he did to the burglars. Not that he was feeling any guilt to begin with. A wide, dangerous smile crosses his face.]

They got what they deserved. In fact, they should be glad I didn't do more damage. Got more than you bargained for, huh?

[Not only had Frau really messed them up, Tolly had even gotten a shot. The kitten was still crouched near the door chewing on one of the burglar's gloves. For once that particular bad habit had come in handy.]

Next time choose your target more carefully.

[He pauses a moment before continuing, this time looking less like he wants to cut you into a few pieces.]

Does anyone know where I can get a new door? Or at least fix this one?