sirenspull | September 11th, 2012

September 11th, 2012

[Castiel is steadfastly ignoring his family drama, and instead has decided to focus on something that's actually useful. With Crowley expanding his Darkness delivery and transport business, there's little need for Castiel to be involved anymore and he has a better idea for a job anyway.]

If someone familiar with the hospitals and health facilities could share their information and opinions with me, it would be appreciated. I have a healing ability and if such would be desired at one of those places, I am considering a change of employment.

[And he simply ends the feed there, with other things he could say but nothing he really cares to.]

thepull_mods

Tuesday, September 11th 2012

Weather Mostly sunny with cloudy periods. High 19°C and a low of 9°C (66°F 48°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 6:48am, and evening sirens are at 7:28pm.

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mouthbreathing

[Today Warsman’s mask seems a little less oblique; something about the way the light falls across its smooth planes is softer, something in the tilt of his head gently curious in an almost catlike or avian way. With his usual self-consciousness in tow the effect is intensely earnest.

As he sits back he toys with a worn balalaika sat in his lap, strumming it absently as he speaks; one might recognise the opening bars of Lara’s theme.]

I don't know how many of you came to watch the qualifiers at the weekend, but I made it through to the Siren’s Port City Slamfest quarter-finals.

[Both he and his playing falter for a moment- he’s not really supposed to say anything on the matter until Wednesday night, once it’s officially aired, but he’s not quite in the mood for complying.]

I’ve been told I need walk-on music for my matches. I’ve never bothered in the past, or if I have, Robin Ma-- my coach arranged it. I’m not sure what sort of thing I should choose- but the producers have told me that they’ll use this one for me if I can't decide.

[He’s cringing a little as he stops playing to tap something in and hits play. It’s not that he’s not comfortable with his robot side being so freely advertised- he’s always been and always will be the Fighting Computer in the ring, and it’s a title he’s come to be proud of in his own way- but they don’t have to be so embarrassingly blunt about it. It seems almost crass.

Perhaps a little hastily he turns the music off and strums out a little more of Lara’s theme, as if as an antidote.]

Does anyone have any suggestions? I only know a little music up to around 1984.

wolfgirl

No! I don't want anything to do with any of you! Leave me alone! [ A scuffle can be heard in the background, along with a few almost feral growls from the girl herself. ] What did you do with that damned iron woman? I almost had her! Let go!

[ Someone, presumably a greeter, can be heard in the background trying to explain to her what's happening. Shortly after, their protests, and the swish of a blade through the air. ] Get away!

[ There's a clatter, very loud, as she's restrained and the crystal falls to the ground. The feed fizzles out. ]

hostage

[This is voice-only for once because he's a wreck right now, honestly, and even the lack of video doesn't fully disguise that. He sounds shaky, still recovering from a shock, and it's only worse that now he's gone almost 48 hours without a bump to pull him through the stress.]

H-Hey, um... Sam, I'm so sorry. I forgot to call last night. I'm gonna be out, like um, for the month? If you wanna fire me, that's cool. I get it.

And, like, don't got a lotta time so I'm just gonna say it all here for anybody who's looking for me: I ain't at home. I think most of you guys know I'm an addict. I was in recovery, I relapsed, and now I'm in rehab. They don't want me leaving for two weeks at least, so you won't be seeing me around. Just don't worry. I didn't disappear or anything.

Um... You need anything, Lisbeth's still at my place. She can handle all my business. And I got my NV, but it's turned off a lot 'cause I'm in meetings and all that. So... yeah.

bondsoflove

[A boy, thin and haggard, trembling. His face is drawn and pale and he's twitchy, glancing to the side every few seconds like he's waiting to be attacked.

Considering he entered Siren's Port an hour or so after midnight, this isn't that much of a surprise.

He's still feeling a little sick, although it's as likely to be psychosomatic and aggravated by malnutrition as the actual lingering effects of the pull.]

The weather. [His illness, the things he's seen--creatures, humanoid, black holes of power. Other creatures, malformed and disgusting. He doesn't want to talk about it.] Is it always like this?

[Cold. It's not that he's never been exposed to it, but it's a rarity. He's used to a perpetually warm climate, both from the areas he's been traveling in and his birthplace.]

istheatmosphere

[The feed shows the familiar ground of the baseball diamond in the Darkness. The woman on the screen seems lost and somewhat frightened, but is trying her damnedest to stay calm. She appears to be wearing a plain nightshirt and a bedsheet.]

Err, hello, I was wondering if anyone could tell me where I am? I could swear I died, but I can't imagine it's normal to find pocket communicators in the afterlife, and anyway I don't feel dead at all, so evidently there's been some sort of mistake. I was supposed to be reincarnated. On Earth. I don't remember much of my visions but I think indigo sweaters and oden were involved. [Her gaze drifts off for a moment as she tries to recall something else.]

There was a good deal more plants and less spooky atmosphere, as well.

[A thought seems to strike her.] Oh, dear, and has anyone seen a tall, dark-skinned young man? He's very handsome and has longish black hair. His name is Zai Tess Shion and he's my... my fiance. I'd hate to think I left him behind, however I got here.

swedge

[You'll have to excuse the way the camera shakes slightly as it starts up. You'll also have to excuse the way the girl who is on the screen seems moments away from either dying or ripping someone's heart out. She hasn't really decided yet, though the latter would probably be best.]

Never been to Canada before, but this wasn't really what I was- ahh... expecting.

[Jo winces slightly, her free hand cupping a bandage along her side. Not that it's very obvious, with the way the lighting seems to fall and the darkness that seems to be creeping in, but Jo isn't really in the best state of being. Her clothes are ripped, bloody, and blood seems to be soaking through just about everything.

She really shouldn't be standing, but you can thank willpower for that one.]

If what those guys said was true... [She looks off in the distance for a moment, taking a shakey breath before turning back.] I'm looking for a woman, my mother. I was with her before this piece of shi- [A hiss, and then another breath.] Before I came here. Those guys at the field, they said I could use this to contact her.

[Jo's expression lightens for a moment, her voice soft.] Mom? [But then she shakes her head, pulling herself out of it.]

I was with some other people too, but I don’t know if they would have mad- [She’s cut off by the sound of sirens, pulling her attention away from the video. She looks confused, worried for a moment, before turning back to the camera again. Jo winces again just because turning and looking around is too much strain on the fact she's basically falling apart - thanks convenient store bandages.]

Guess that's it.

[When the feed cuts Jo's looking off in the distance again, trying to figure out what is going on with the sirens and getting a nice little feeling that it's not good.]

other_winchester

[ At first there's just a lot of crackling and what's on the screen is an incoherent blur as Adam turns the NV over in his hands, muttering to himself. ]

How the hell do you--?

[ When he finally figures it out, he holds the NV up so you get an eyeful of a blond-haired boy in his late teens, sitting in one of the Starter Apartments and looking very, very annoyed as he takes in his new surroundings. ]

So, an alternate version of Canada. With, uh, monsters in the dark. That's just... great. Really. [ Sarcasm :| ]

[ He shakes his head and spares the camera an eye roll because really why him?!?! ]

I'm, ah, I'm looking for these two guys, I guess. Uh, Sam and Dean? That's their names - Sam and Dean Winchester.

Does, uh, does anyone know where I can find them? If they're-- If they're here? I'm their brother.