sirenspull | May 2nd, 2012

May 2nd, 2012

[and here's one bedraggled-looking wolf - standing outside his apartment, because inside is a forensics team and two homicide detectives. ...Oh yeah, and the body of John Winchester.

Still, he tries to sound more somber than haggard, out of respect.]

I regret to inform you all that John Winchester has died. I can't release any details yet, but I assure you there's a full team of the SPPD's finest looking into the matter. [but not him this time. They don't let roommates look into the death of their own roommate.]

Mr. Winchester's relations are encouraged to come by the apartment to speak with detectives. [and the police chaplain.] If they're unable to come by, they can contact the precinct.

gabriel_gray

[ The first thing that shows on the video is blackness, odd scuffling, and then the image refocuses as the man fiddling with the device withdraws his hand, letting the light from the single bulb above his head pool down on him. Holed up in the first base dug out, wearing an ugly black bomber jacket, and his face heavy from exhaustion and stress, Nathan Petrelli - or at least someone who sincerely believes he is Nathan Petrelli - peers down into the NV.

Upside down. ]

This is some sort of vlogging thing, is it? Am I doing it right?

[ No, but that isn't going to stop him. He leans a little forward, going for slightly imposing with an edge of threatening, but the effect lost out of incompetency. ]

Anyone mind telling me where the hell I am? And if this is some kind of prank, you're in way over your head. You can't kidnap a US Senator these days without causing an international incident, that's just the way things are.

thepull_mods

　Wednesday, May 2nd 2012

Weather Partly sunny with a chance of a shower. High 13°C and a low of 7°C (55deg;F/45°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 5:51am, and evening sirens are at 8:27pm.

News

- Youth Violence Causes Trouble on the Midtown Tracks
There is a brief article on escalating violence reported in the Underground Mall Station, mostly between affiliated AGI and SERO youth. Artie Pembroker, Chief of Mall Security, has noted that ‘adolescent rivalry’ has an unmistakable flavor of gang activity, and that because the station itself is controlled by the transit department, he can’t intervene until the fights make their way into the Mall plaza proper.

However, things are beginning to get heated as an AGI-executive’s son and his friend pushed a popular SERO inventor’s child onto the tracks yesterday afternoon, with onlookers alerting transit officials just in time to stop an inbound train from crushing the boy.

"Hopefully this close call will put an end to it," Pembroker says, while managing to not sound so convincing.

- ZIPS Arcade is introducing a new ‘hands-free’ arena dodgeball game later this month, using equipment which they claim can unlock the untapped power of telekinesis in anyone! For its debut, they plan to air a televised match between naturally born telekinetics against a new squad trained for a week using SERO’s new telekinetic headband technology. ZIPZ will provide a free pizza party for each team in the Blacklite Lounge, printed team t-shirts, and 500 game credits to each team member in addition to trophies for the champions. To participate, please see the front desk on Level 4 to see if you are eligible.

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[ News Notification Thread]

cowboycop

[Jake appears on the Network, still at his desk at work. It seems like a fairly slow day, because no one's getting on his case for not working.]

Howdy, Siren's Port. Reckon it's been a year now since I came to this here town. So there's that. Whole year's a lot to sum up, ain't it? But I figger it's been a good year.

[He pauses, scratching the back of his neck. After a little while, he sighs, and speaks up again.]

Also got a little problem for y'all. S'pose I... well, how would ya get somebody t'know you're sorry fer somethin' that ya shouldn't have done, but y'did anyway? 'Cause I reckon that's what I done, and I have a feelin' it's high time I should apologize.

mighty_pirate

Gee, a lot of people have been talking about missing friends lately.

Do people disappear a lot? Should I uh...Should I be worried about this?

ella_of_frell

[ The video turns on to a rather preoccupied looking Ella at home, resting her chin in her hands. She's been working her tail off on behalf of Hattie which in turn made her flake on Byakuya and she hated it. But that's not why she looked distracted. ]

Ever have the feeling that you forgot something really important?

Or even something minor, actually. Just - something. But you can't for the life of you remember what that is?

[ Beat. ]

Er ... Excluding those who ...actually have amnesia. I mean things like forgetting appointments, or where you left a brush or something.

[ Like why in the he-ck she was cooperating with Hattie's stupid business and ignoring her duties to her actual job. She KNOWS Hattie is deliberatly picking clients who want the same timeslot she's supposed to work for him. ]

Oh this is going to bother me all day, heh. I guess I could write down a list of- [ She glances at her calendar briefly, then pauses and looks again. ]

Oh.

[ Awkward pause, and then a laugh. ]

Well that's one mystery solved. [ She's ... just going to turn her feed off now. Eesh. ]

not_the_dreck

[Asch has had to chase down some pretty strange shit since joining the SPPD, but... um...]

[He's looking over the bounties -- mostly out of curiosity, since he's an officer and all that -- when one in particular catches his notice. He's still staring at it when he flicks on the video, and only spares his NV a glance to make sure it's recording.]

...can someone explain how a wolf that big escaped everyone's notice until now?

[He flicked the NV over to the posting ((bottom of page)) of said wolf.]

And why is SERO the only one offering a bounty on it? Why isn't animal control taking care of that damn thing?

[Sometimes he has no clue how this place works.]

lockandkeyblade

[Hey there, Siren's Port! Sora's sitting on the floor, broadcasting from the the community center with a tiny redheaded five year old standing just behind him. He's tugging spikes of hair on Sora's head in ridiculous angles, but Sora doesn't mind. His hair is pretty ridiculous to begin with.]

Hey guys. This is Andrew, and he's new to our afterschool program at the Newcomer Community Center. He's kinda shy, but we're working on that right? [Andrew gives a bashful smile as he nods, but for all his shyness? He's also on the verge of a giggle-fit. He he has a loosely closed fist over his mouth (a nervous habit) before he ducks behind Sora's head out of sight.] Anyway, if you've got free time, you should drop by and do some activities with us! There's lots to do, it's for a good cause. Plus it'll be really fun!

[Offscreen, not everything is at peace. An argument has broken out between an insistent girl and boy, probably around 8 or 9. Sora turns when he hears his own name. Oh, what?]

--h yeah, even ask Sora!

[The boy fires back, skeptical] Sora doesn't even have a girlfriend stupidhead.

[Sora looks pretty alarmed at this point.]

Does too! My sister says that girlfriends and boyfriends hold hands and Kairi and Sora did it yesterday! I saw!

Oh yeah well, Jady Parkinson's big brother says they're not boyfriend or girlfriend 'til they kiss.

Well maybe they did!

[Okay. Time to intervene. Sora gets to his feet.] Now, hang on a second...

Oh yeah, well my dad says you can't believe anything Jady Parkinson's brother says 'cause he's from SERO.

Sora! [The girl stomps her foot, turning to Sora pleadingly to intervene, crying foul. ]

[Sora spares a glance at the NV]

I'll... be right back.

readmyscripture

Back home, there was no such thing as a newspaper. Instead, the news feeds were splattered all over your living room wall, neon-colored tits and chunks of political vomit and advertisements for genetic modification so you could grow that blowhole you've always wanted. Information was everywhere. Ads were fed into your head while you slept. Televisions were built into the streets, buzzing in the air, projected from people's skin so you could sit and watch someone's beer gut in the park. It was everywhere, yet everyone ignored it.

You fuckers have a better excuse. You've got scapegoats. AGI and Sero. I can't find a newspaper around here that doesn't reek of bullshit, and you all know it. You accept that there's an underbelly to this world that stinks and drips pus under your feet but you can't be arsed to deal with it.

It's easier to run away. I'm writing this from the inside of a shed that reeks of literal bullshit, since a cow just unloaded a steaming mountain about a foot away from me, because I can't come back. This City is quiet but it's just as filthy, and there aren't even any vending machine drugs or virtual sex machines to distract you from it all.

Despite it all, I've seen something I never saw back home: I see you fuckers working. I see you fighting. I see you squashed under the weight of something you can so fuck-all about, but you endure and you survive. I can't speak for the rest of the people here.

I want it all. I want your stories. I want every tiny goddamn morsel of information you can give me about this City and its people, the companies, and anyone you feel needs to be sniffed out. I won't come back to the City yet, but give me a reason to. Give me a reason to give a shit about you maggots. I can't fight for you and I can't save you, but I can tell you the truth.

If you stop killing my cows.