sirenspull | March 22nd, 2012

March 22nd, 2012

[Sitting at her computer and stuffing McDonald's fries from a Happy Meal into her mouth, Lisbeth wears a faded black tank top. In addition to three earrings piercing her left lobe, her left nostril, nasal septum, eyebrow, and lip are pierced. A wasp tattoo is only visible when he turns her head to drink from her soda can. Her hair is jet black and cut like Helen Keller did the work herself. The only different thing about her appearance is the black mascara she applied around her eyes, giving her a raccoon effect. She finally addresses her audience.]

I'll give you a face, but no name, Siren's Port. You're gonna see alot of me soon enough.

thepull_mods

Thursday, March 22nd 2012

Weather A mix of cloudy and clear skies. Slight chance of showers.. High 10°C and a low of 2°C (50deg;F/36°F)

Current Moon Phase: New Moon

Morning sirens go off at 7:11am, and evening sirens are at 7:26 pm

News & Advertisements

- Severe thunderstorms earlier in the week have left many sea-level residential areas of the port flooded, including portions of the Night Hideaway in the city slums of Sector 10, where many of the city’s homeless squatters seek shelter from monsters after sirens.

Many cellars in older parts of the city, some original Missionsworth Colony foundations, have been flooded, leading the Port’s Historical Society to step up for help in restoring some of these older buildings. In the meantime, the Underground Mall remains a safe and dry place to enjoy the evening, with no vacancies reported at Motel Row since last Thursday Night.

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[ News Notification Thread]

whycantistay

[Fred's on the screen. She's been avoiding pretty much everyone since she's returned, confining herself to the hotel, and even then it was really hard to get a hold of her.]

If anyone needs a place to stay, I know we've got more arrivals -- the hotel has roughly thirty rooms fixed up. I could also use any sort of maintenance man if someone is looking for a job. And a receptionist at the front desk.

[Considering this is a business post, she's just going to leave it there, though she clearly looks like she's overworking herself. Despite the fact she died, came back and looked like she was dying. She's better now, but emotionally, she's struggling. This is how Fred handles it.

Be glad she's not rambling about physics and writing on walls.]

dunamis

Oi. [While not new to the city, Gokudera's face and voice are certainly new on the network. He looks grumpy as is usual for him, but something’s a bit off, as if the teenager can’t figure out if he feels worried or.. wary of something.] Uri is – my cat, that is – She’s missing. I don’t know if she’s just hiding or if she got out somehow but..

[He almost, almost admits to the entire network that he’s concerned about his cat being out after dark. The Italian gives a quick shake of his head before returning to the matter at hand.] She’s a little leopard kitten. Spotted fur, red eyes, big paws, and she might have red flames coming out of her ears. Depends on whether or not your eyes can see them. Just.. let me know if you see her and I’ll—

[Whatever he’s about to say next is cut off as a ball of fur comes flying right into Gokudera’s face from somewhere above. The teen’s NV is promptly dropped as he yelps, the video spinning out of control until the device hits the floor.] SHIT, Uri, get the hell off of me! Fuck, ow!

[There’s a light thump as the kitten gracefully leaps to the ground again, her long slender tail flashing across the video feed as she makes her escape.] Dammit, never mind. I found her. [Gokudera’s scowling face appears momentarily, fresh angry scratches littering his face, before the device is shut off.]

recitings

Has anyone seen a large man, black hair to the nape of his neck, with dark blue eyes that glow? He goes by the name of Angeal Hewley, and I haven't seen him since yesterday morning before he went off to work.

[Genesis clearly looks somewhere between cross and worried-- like he'd probably slap Angeal when he comes back home, but at the same time might just cry over him if he does. Then he switches the feed to private for his other housemates-- including Angeal.]

Sephiroth, Cloud, have either of you noticed him at home? I was out at a shoot last night. I just back some hours ago. I'll be around the house for the rest of the day, so I'll be keeping an eye out for him if neither of you have seen him.

[Then as an afterthought, he makes the feed public again.]

Angeal, if you're hearing this, you better come home or I'll firaga your ass!

[And he cuts the feed all huffy and annoyed.]

truename

[Hello Siren's Port. It's everyone's favorite serious, dark-haired teenage cat boy. Today he's neglected to hide his ears ~~sorry Gilbert~~. He is seated in his kitchen, playing with a small camcorder.

There have been a lot of really great projects to help give advice and comfort for people feeling lost out here, to honor those who have died or disappeared in this city. I was thinking recently that almost all of the friends I made when I arrived here two years ago are gone. It tires you out after awhile, especially when you're working hard to remember everyone you've lost.

In school we did a project recently where we wrote to ourselves in ten years and made a time capsule. I'd like to help newcomers create a legacy like that. If you're willing to chip in a little for supplies I'll help anyone who'd like to have a short video made about their life here in Siren's Port - messages for loved ones, what your average day was like, anything you want. I can help you decide on a script, tape and edit footage and alll that. The idea is you could include it with some personal items and wishes to be found if you die or disappear. It's not only to preserve the memories for the people left behind - but in case you end up forgetting yourself, for whatever reason, then you'll have somewhere to start off from.

[His ears flick thoughtfully. He's grown up a lot in his time in Siren's Port, though he still has a sort of underfed look about him, even in the bulk of his navy blue private school sweatshirt.]

I made one for myself and I thought others might want to do the same. [A pause, almost an afterthought.] Also, welcome to Siren's Port, since it looks like we're getting a lot of new people again lately. I've been here a pretty long time, so if other kids need help with studying or school, I can probably help with that too. I really think it's important for us to go to school, even if it's really different than where we came from.

yieldtotheshield

[The video starts out blurry and disorienting, walls spinning as the NV is handed off from one person to another. The background is a generic hospital room; bland walls, bland flooring, bland bed, uncomfortable chairs for visitors... Standing out against the pale walls is a colourful circular shield painted in red, white, and blue, propped up beside the bed. Next to it is an unidentifiable lump of clothing in the same colours. Slightly off-center on the screen is Steve himself, looking and feeling completely out of place. For a long moment, all he does is look confused.]

It’s on? Recording? [A soft voice offscreen confirms, stating that it’ll be just like the network videos they’d looked at earlier. The young man holding the NV looks unconvinced but turns his attention back to the device in his hand, eyeing it critically before addressing it.] Hi. Um. I’m Steve. Rogers. I guess when I arrived I was unconscious so they brought me to this hospital and... Is this really some other universe? I’ve seen some really strange things so it’s not all that unbelievable but..

Oh, the nurse said that I should try this.. network thing, see if anyone I know is out there. So I guess if you know me, say hi? And I’ll figure out how to say hi back. Somehow. Maybe.

likesavantgarde

[The device is turned on. A young man in his mid twenties, clearly run ragged and exhausted gives it a once over and frowns. He'd calmed down somewhat for the most part since arriving, no longer completely baffled by being alive in some creepy looking city when he quite clearly recalls dying.

Only mostly baffled.]

Guessing that the little light means it's recording. Either I'm missing a good couple hundred years or this isn't ... anywhere I'm familiar with. Not that I'm particulary well traveled or anything, but I hardly believe this is London anymore.

[He goes silent for a moment - gives his surroundings another quick once over, and turns his glance back to the device before adding:]

I've read the signs. Clarification as to where this is and why I'm here would be appreciated, if I'm not really standing here talking to open air and there is someone actually listening on the other end. I know this isn't where I was supposed to end up.

Like something a little more, I dunno... white, I suppose.

[The last part is muttered. Sigh. You do everything you're supposed to do in life, and for what, to get pulled off into some other strange place to do who knows what. Catching a break, never happened in life so why would it happen now? For a moment, it looks as if he plans to say something else, but he shakes his head and flicks the lid of the device shut, ending the feed.]

not_heavens_adam

[There's a tall, dark, and handsome vampire with his shirt wide open. He's giving the NV a look that's cross between boredom and seduction (his normal look on a day-to-day basis) and he's slouched in his chair.]

Canada, huh? Could be worse...not by much, but it could.

So~ What sort of fun and interesting people are gathered in such a place~? There's no need to be shy, I can already tell you're all such chatty and lovely people...I'm curious: what are your opinions of this place~?

[He looks pleased with this and almost moves to turn off the feed when something seems to occur to him and he huffs, straightening his posture and doing everything in his power to look affronted.]

Crowley.

[Almost like putting on a mask his demeanor changes to one of 'seductress' although there's nothing kind about his smile.]

Crow~ley~! It's not nice to leave your date waiting at the door.
Honestly I would expect more from a demon of your caliber~ And after everything we've been through, too~ [Put upon sigh before he smirks at the device and cuts the feed.

Damage done.]

slipperysoul

[ Angel’s lingering by the angled late-day sunlight coming in through a dusty window of an abandoned warehouse when he turns on his NV, looking about as calm as can be for what he’s about to say. ]

Should have apologized weeks ago for what I did. Nobody should have been killed, I never wanted that to happen. Not here.

But how do you forgive part of who you are when you’re already condemned to hell. Absolution isn’t something i’m looking for anymore when there’s already nothing I can to do to stop the inevitable.

Saving the world doesn’t do anything when you’ve spent a few hundred years doing much worse. [ a beat, while he glances out towards the fading light. ] So what else is there?

enigmaestro

[There's an idleness in his tone, something hinging between cruel amusement and an even more subtle, repressed frustration.]

The reverse of sun, spoken in stutter.

Too literal?

How about this: take it from another and you'll be the poorer for it.

Any takers? I imagine not, I'm always my own greatest company when it comes to these things. Loss, of course. Loss. We've all suffered it -- some more than others naturally, and how lucky for them. But especially here, especially in this world, loss seems more profound wouldn't you say? Especially where people are concerned. And yes, I am anticipating most would consider that their greatest loss. People.

motioned

how can x equal so many different things isn't it only one letter shouldn't it only be able to be one number too

[Math is hard, her life is difficult, and this was totally worth talking to the network about. Anything to distract her from homework...]

doctor_mccoy

[McCoy's sitting in the break room at the hospital, or at least anyone's best guess since everything's a steril sort of white and he has a stack of paper coffee cups with gaudy coloring and a picture of an actual cup of coffee on it. He's in clean scrubs but there's still spots of drying blood on the collar of his undershirt.]

Alright folks, this is gettin' ridiculous.

I understand that most of you like to play 'hero', and it's just a fun ol' time going out after dark with your shot guns and pitch forks and stir up trouble. [He makes a sweeping gesture with the hand that's not propping up his chin] No matter that they have god damn sirens warning us when the world is about to turn to shit. Honestly it's like going out side to frolic about in a tornado rather than hitting the basement like any man with a two brain cells to rub together.

If ya can take care of yourselves,well bully for you, but we're losing count on the numbers of people that end up in the ER at night because they think they can be mister Barney Badass and try to take on monsters like it's going to earn them a damn merit badge. Monsters. Do ya really think you're going to kill them all and win a prize? This bullshit's been going on for years, we're in their house if ya haven't noticed.

This isn't even counting the lot of you who like to maul each other just for shits and grins. Or worse, lunatics screwing with the darkness proofing because it's just so damn funny. Those balls of yours gettin' heavy enough for ya? It's like Lord of the godamn Flies out here, we really shouldn't have to be worrying this much about each other. I mean for christ sake there are kids here, most with out their parents, do ya even wonder who they're gonna follow by example? If ya even--

[He's probably not finished ranting, but he's being paged, probably for some other idiot that's been dragged in minus a limb or two and he turns the feed off. His responses, if any, will probably come some time later.]