sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: lisbeth salander

[ Integra is sitting, as per usual, in her room at home; looking far, far better than she has in the last few weeks. There's color in her cheeks again, and she most certainly doesn't appear to be drained.

Crossing her left leg over her right, she hums thoughtfully, before speaking. ]

First and foremost... thank you to everyone who visited with me and helped me while I was ill. I truly do appreciate you all, whether you visited here at the manor or over the NV. Thank you.

Secondly, I am feeling well enough that fencing lessons shall resume within the next few days. I should also note that I am very much in need of a few sparring partners; fencing is one thing, but sparring is something completely different. I certainly do not need to get rusty, and I'm certain there are at least a few of you who may feel the same way I do.

[ Reaching forward to end the feed, she pauses. ]

...I hope everyone else is feeling better, too. Be well.

[ And the feed clicks off. ]

ace_of_knaves

[The Joker is sitting in the bean bag chair. He's wearing an outlandish fur coat and a feathered fedora. In one hand is a glass of wine. The hyenas, Stan and Ollie, are crouched at his feet eating something that may or may not have once been a person.]

Nothing like surviving a plague to really make a fella think about his own mortality. Whatever shall we do if we find ourselves slipping outta this mortal coil, hmm?

[He smiles lazily into his glass]

Me? I'm working on my bucket list. Things to do before I kick the bucket.

...There's a funny phrase, eh? "Kick the bucket". Now where the heck do you suppose we got that from? Hanging? Kick the bucket away and you turn and spin and start to dance.

[He looks thoughtful a moment then blinks.]

Er. Anyhoo, where was I going with that thought before I so rudely interrupted myself? Ah, yes! The list!

[He looks meaningfully into the camera.]

What would you lot do if you had a week left to live? Think about it! Then do it. Thank me later, on the other side. Let nobody say old Joker doesn't care about his public.

knocker

[Voice]

[The voice is low and sounds furious, at some points sounding as though he’s speaking through clenched teeth.]

Jesse, where the hell are you?! I was on top of the parking deck a couple of minutes ago and now I’m in some city I don’t recognize. Why aren’t you answering your goddamned phone?! And where the hell did your voicemail go?

I rescued you after you went and got yourself kidnapped not a few hours ago and now you won’t pick up? If you ruined this by getting yourself kidnapped again--[He stops abruptly, too seemingly angry to complete his thought.]

Call me back the second you get this.

hostage

[Here's Jesse, chilling in his living room, looking a whole lot healthier than he did a few days ago. Fully healed now, in fact. He's fidgeting, but thankfully his NV has been placed on the coffee table so the video is steady. The room is also much brighter than necessary. Maybe he's bought a few extra lamps... A lot of extra lamps. Floodlights, even.]

Hey, uh... You guys know the game Two Truths and a Lie? Like where somebody says three things and you have to guess which one's the fake one?

Anybody wanna play?

hostage

[The video is shaking when it first turns on so that it isn't quite clear what's in the picture. It's pointing toward the basement floor, where there's a smear of blood, then it turns all the way around and a flickering light bulb catches the edge of the frame.

Then there's Jesse. His face is twisted up in terror, his free hand raised to conceal a wound on his forehead. He's trying to stop the bleeding but there's already so much blood streaked down his face.

When he speaks, it comes in a hoarse whisper as if he's lost his voice. And he seems to think this is a private message. It's meant for Lisbeth, but in his panic, he's posted to the network instead.]

Don't come home. You hear me? Don't come here.

[He isn't looking at the NV when he says that. His eyes are darting around the room. He's looking wildly from shadow to shadow, expecting something to appear.]

inthejunk

I've been trying to figure it out, but so far I just keep getting zapped.

[Sigh. The kid on camera shudders a little. He's clearly not a big fan of conducting electricity, but then again, who is?]

I don't really have any money or anything, but if anyone knows how to repair electronics...well. I'm sick of getting elbowed by Keigo all the time when I need to borrow his NV.

[Sullenly.]

And mine is definitely fried. Uh, but I could pay you back, someday. Maybe. Or-or if you like ramen, we have some ramen here. Uh. I'm sure we could work something out, anyway. You know? So, what do you say? Someone around here must know how these things work, right?

mostbeautiful

Damn and blast it all to hell.

Pardon my language. It's just that... well... circumstances being what they are, I've been forced to seek employment. What gentleman ever took a common job? But, needs must as the devil drives.

My going to task in order to pay the rent is bad enough. I'll tolerate that with as much dignity as I can muster. But, did that odious owner have to be such a bloody pain about reminding me to move out when I can, in order to make room for new newcomers?

Yes, yes, I'll move out next month. I don't want to stay at this blasted pit a moment longer than I need to. But, I barely got THIS much together. What do they expect from us?

Oh, and at the end of the day? I realized how much I dislike children.

underdogged

[The weariness in his voice isn’t a simple case of fatigue; he sounds troubled. Not that it hasn’t been keeping him up at night. If this wasn’t just a voice message, you’d be able to see the dark blotches under his eyes.]

[Kaiji clears his throat, an attempt at being casual.]

Wanted to throw a question out there. When do you forgive someone? [a pause- it’s not really his place to do the forgiving in this situation] Or… when do you turn a blind eye to something… something fucked up? What if they’ve done their time for it? What circumstances make it…

[He trails off. It used to be so simple. Coming here had complicated matters- he still didn’t know where he stood with Tonegawa but it hadn’t mattered before. They were never supposed to see each other again. Even here, their past was a largely taboo subject, never to be spoken out loud but ever present in resentful undertones and snipes. Even so, a small part of him was disturbed by how lacking in intensity his hatred of the other man was- and even more so by the tinier part of him that respected him in spite of everything.

And now… now he can’t stop himself making the connections, asking the same uncomfortable questions; is he a hypocrite if he forgives one but not the other? Does it matter if they’ve changed? Why they did it? Does it ever go away?]

...tch. It's a stupid question.

( PRIVATE to Claire Stanfield )

typhlopid

[A voice that is usually calm and refined seems to be struggling to remain so this morning.]

...My sister, Clover, has disappeared. You might know her as that pink-haired girl.

It is not a prank. She would not do that to me. Messages sent to her NV promptly bounce. [He also can't sense her presence, far more disturbing overall. And knowing what she must be going home to--]

If I find someone has taken her, if something has happened, there will be no end of hell for those responsible. [It is a coldness, a preciseness that can only be managed by true loathing: Clover has been stolen from him before, and anyone who dares to do it again will pay.]

( PRIVATE to Re-l Mayer || minimum security )

integra_hellsing

[ Good afternoon, residents of Siren's Port. Integra appears on the NV, looking thoughtful. She looks much better from the first appearance she made, and definitely cleaned up. She's sitting at home -- or rather, Doctor Seward's home, in her own quarters. ]

Now that I've had time to better accept this place, I am aware that I am in need of a job. Until I can get something more permanent, I am going to start offering private fencing lessons. If anyone is interested, please contact me and we will talk about pricing.

[ Private to the Stoker Household ]

[She leans back in her seat, crossing her left leg over her right, and she rests her chin on her knuckles. ]

On that note, I grow restless. I'm going out tonight to see this Darkness with my own eyes. Is anyone interested in joining me?

hostage

WHADDUP, BITCHES?

[That's not Jesse. It's a parrot. A grey macaw with its beak taking up a good portion of space on the screen as it tries to chew on the NV.]

WHADDUP, BITCHES?

[She gives a high-pitched whistle, and somewhere in the background, Jesse's cracking up and clapping his hands.]

Yes! Yes! That is awesome!

WHADDUP, BITCHES? [The bird again, giving an irritable flutter of her wings.]

Hahaha, oh my god. You're perfect. Here...

[He gives her a cracker to get her away from the NV, and his face comes into view finally. Looks like he was in a fight recently, with his nose and jaw both bruised and swollen, but that doesn't seem to be bothering him. He's addressing the network with a wide grin:]

How awesome is that, yo?! I didn't even have to teach her that one.

gtfo_mypersonalspace

[ Due to his run-in with a certain memory-altering lady, William has lost all memory of having a relationship with Grell Sutcliff. This is despite the astounding amount of evidence lying around their once-shared apartment. Welp, William's already kicked Grell out, now it's time to deal with the rest! ]

[ Private to Grell ]

Grell Sutcliff. Come and pick up your belongings or I am selling them.

[ Open to everyone ]

I have a few items which I would like to be rid of, as soon as possible.

[ He pans the camera around the room, stopping to focus on a few things: ]

( Cut for images! )

doeswhathewants

[The NV clicks on suddenly, picture sideways, a bit of ice melting on one corner of the screen (likely what knocked the device over and turned it on). The porch of the HoA and the lawn beyond it are recognizable.

As is the owner of the NV, standing on the lawn in the midst of snow drifts and a handful of large, blue skinned humanoids that are subsequently attempting to kill him.

Loki is clad in green leather.

And a gold horned helmet, which he is currently using as a weapon, running towards one of the blue skinned creatures with a hearty battle cry, goring the forst giant in his midsection. Swirls of ice, of green magic and a miniature army of garden gnomes dressed as the various Avengers are a perfect picture of chaos doing battle. The surroundings somehow remain in tact.]

I will defend the Port from ALL the frost giants! [He crows as the frost giant falls, body smashing to ice as it hits the ground. Loki's smile is wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed]

Pickles! They will sing your praises in Valhalla and the Hall of the Dead! I will do all of the cocaine!

[A gnome dressed as- well, it looks like Robin Hood, but it's really Fandral, moves to the NV and wags a finger at it before turning it off.]

mulletrock

[Dean hasn't figured out the video function on his NV so he's blisfully unaware and accessing the network via audio because it's what he's used to.

His voice sounds rough with lack of sleep because he hasn't really gotten much in the past week but it's also lined with a hell of a lot of sarcasm and contempt for his situation.]

Since we got the whole parallel dimension snatching up civilians thing covered I guess it'd be stupid to introduce myself as Jerry Wanek.

What the hell's there to do around here except avoid the darkness and kill the crap that comes out of it?

This place'd be a lot better if I had my car.

[And because he hasn't figured out filters yet either he'll just be leaving it at that, even if he needs to talk to Cas and is going to try reaching Sam on his own time later.]

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.]

vaguelysauntered

[The NV turns on, showing a very sleek-looking dark-haired man with sharp cheekbones and sunglasses smirking at the camera. Even over the NV, one can tell that this is a person who knows he's better than everyone else around him- there is no uncertainty in his features, just full-on arrogance. When he finally speaks, his English accent is so smooth one can practically roll a carpet on it.]

Well, let's see here. You know, I've been going through this thing's previous posts and such, and wow, all the entries from people who have just arrived really share a lot in common. You'd think that there's some kind of checklist that we have to get through once we arrive. Like, number one, you must certainly, without a doubt, ask "where am I?" or "what is going on?" or "why have I been dragged across time and space itself to the wretched wannabe of a place that is Canada?" Because finding out things by asking people who might lie to your face instead of quietly gathering information by your lonesome is clearly the way to go.

[A pause as he lets that sink in.]

Second, you must ask where your friends or family or dog or beloved garden gnome is in this place. Which, most of the time, results in nothing but statements like "No, I haven't seen your gnome" to "Oh, yes, your gnome was here before, but I'm not sure where he's gone off to now, sorry about that".So why bother asking? No, I'm going to skip that part entirely- I've already checked the NV for the people I know and they're not here, so, just look at all the time I saved.

Third, you may either a), mention that you "can't stay here because you have something important to go back to" or b), basically give your whole life story to people because you can. I'm not doing the first option because, frankly, I'd rather not repeat the Apocalypse all over again, thank you, and I'm not doing the second one because, honestly, I'd rather keep all of you in the dark. Why in the world should I reveal who I am or what I do without knowing exactly who lives in this place?

[He grins widely.]

What I can tell you is that the name's Crowley. [He pronounces it like it rhymes with "holy".] Anthony J. Crowley. And I do not need your pats on the back or your offers to be my best friend ever or your little cheerful fake welcomes. All I need is information about the darkness at night and how this city works and other such things.

Do be nice and provide it to me. I'm sure a few of you have the collective brain to do so.

integra_hellsing

[ The video feed that all the lovely citizens of this beautiful city will have to endure is full of static for a second. Then, just as suddenly, the picture is as clear as day. In the frame is one Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. She looks a little less than pleased as she, with much annoyance, shoves an offered gift basket away.

She's leaving the area in which she, like everyone else here, has been unceremoniously dumped off. She really doesn't know where the hell she's going, but she's going. There's a small streak of red running down her forehead, and it takes her a moment to realize it, but she quickly reaches up to wipe it away with a scowl. ]

Am I truly to believe the stories that I have just been told about this place? It all sounds like nonsense to me.

[ ...Then again, considering where she just came from, perhaps it isn't nonsense at all. What, with all the Nazi's and the vampires and the ghouls and the chaos, this almost seems tame.

Almost. ]

Who else is out there? I would like to hear more about this ridiculous place from a more credible source. That is, if one even exists.

awakenings

To the new arrivals to the city, my name is Re-l Mayer and I'm a corporal for the Siren's Port Police Department. I'm also a Newcomer case worker and I'm always willing to help people should they need housing, jobs, or other information in the city. For instance, the SPPD is always hiring for several of its departments, provided you have the skill set and stomach for the job. You can speak with me if you're interested or you can go to the department building in Sector 4 and speak with Chief Miller.

[She doubts anyone's going to apply for the job considering how officers are treated in the city, but at least she can say she tried to recruit people.]

Raul Creed of the Newcomer Political Party recently brought up the Citizenship Tests that are going to be coming up soon. It's a test that is open for Newcomers to apply for citizen rights in the city, which will give them added protection and security. There are manuals that will be distributed this Friday at the Newcomer Community Center for those who are interested in studying for the test. I'll be holding a six hour class that day for people to familiarize themselves with the material before the test. The class will run from 10am-4pm with a half an hour break for lunch.

With that, the Newcomer Community Center will be holding classes for other various subjects starting next Monday. Most of these are very basic classes for cooking, writing and reading, language arts, and other various skill sets. An official list of classes and their instructors will be posted prior to the class on Friday for those who wish to look over what will be offered.

If you have any questions about the classes, feel free to call me, see me in my office, or speak to me over the network.

[She starts to say something else but ends up pausing to cough once and clear her throat.]

...Finally, I just wanted to ask the network's opinion on something. I'm well aware that we have a Greeter Protection Program and we have the Newcomer Community Center, both of which are 'programs' used to provide safe environments for Newcomers and other workers.

Do you think the Newcomer population should have something more in terms of protection from the natives, the companies, and even from ourselves? Or do you believe that what's in place - governmental procedures and the SPPD - are enough? [She pauses.] I'm not advocating for people to come up with new options. I'm simply asking for opinions based on what you've seen and the situation you had back in your home worlds. That's all.

[ooc: There'll be some sort of formal list of classes and instructors on the OOC comm later in the week. People who are still interested in offering subjects and instructors, feel free to let me know here or in a PM!]

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 )

ex_stakes70

[ At first ,all that's seen is dark. The occasional glint of light shining off of metal occurs, and the singing of the blade as it swings through the air can be heard quite clearly. There's a loud grunt, and a crunching, disgusting squelching sound. Another grunt, the distinct slicing of blade to hard flesh... And then a huge thud. There's a glass spider, laying dead now, in front of the NV. The click of heels on pavement approaches, and the owner of the NV picks it up and her face becomes clear.

There are some scratches, some bruising, and a bit of blood. Her hair is relatively unscathed though slightly more mussed than she would like to have kept it, and she's breathing heavily. The blonde peers curiously, and also with a very determined crease to her brow, into the NV. ]

Huh. [ She looks around for a second, then back to the feed. ] Safe to say I'm not in Manhattan anymore... So. [ There's a small thud as she plops down, sitting on the monster's carcass without much thought to it. She's not on a bloody oozy gooey part. No big deal. ]

What's a girl gotta do to find a decent dry cleaner's around here? [ Yep. Her clothes are all gross now and that's what matters. ] – And for that matter, some shoe-shine. I think some guts spattered on my -- my boots! Ooh, if I could kill another one of those I'd – do it... without my shoes on. [ Weird to say. ] – Okay, so, dry cleaning, good leather polish, and maybe a half-decent place to crash. Preferably fluffy bed? But a semi-squishy couch'll work in a pinch. Don't wanna get all cozy with the natives, cuddle-uppy and monster-vulnerable. And I am in serious need of a de-insomniatic napping attempt. Appreciate the neat phone-doohickey though! Nifty high-techish stuff. Way more expensive-looking than anything I had back home.

[ Wait. FOCUS. Focus, stop being distracted by shiny and new. ]

Soooooo… Anybody? Listening ears, big plus.