sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: axel

[Aoko appears on the screen visibly tired. There are dark circles under her eyes, and her shoulders seem to droop -- though her mouth is set into a determined line.]

I'd like to learn how to fight. Does anyone do that kind of thing? I can pay a little bit.

[There's a pause -- a long one -- as she looks away from the screen.]

A couple months ago, if you were attacked by a Darkness monster that looked kind of like a bird . . . I want to know. Please.

makeflowersgrow

[For a long time, static fills the screen. Just static, crackling on and on. But gradually, over the static, a deep, gruff voice comes to be heard.]

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say can and will be used as evidence against you... [Crackle]

[It would seem that Eponine has managed to get herself arrested. The static is back now, louder than before, and the sound of material being rubbed against the NV can be heard; Eponine keeps her NV tucked well in her chemise. She's being hurried to a police car now, though it's near impossible to hear the police man's footsteps over the noise of Eponine's clothes.

After about five minutes, the deep voice can be heard again]

Got a right one here, Bob. Newcomer. Pickpocket and a prostitute to boot. Complaints about her all over town.

[And Eponine's whispered answer, clearer than Bob's answering laugh.]

Shut up shut up shut up.

[She says nothing else until she is apparently hustled into the police station, and then it is only reluctant.]

Name?

Eponine... Jondrette. 'Ponine Jondrette.

Powers?

[Silence]

Well, Jondrette, you're being charged with at least five counts of theft - and I'll be damned if I don't get some more to testify against you.

[She's silent. What is she supposed to say to that? But perhaps it's the determined look on her face that makes the policeman laugh]

Bob, take her down. Enjoy your new room, Jondrette. You'll be there a while.

[There is the sound of more footsteps, of a light clinking, handcuffs, and a -]

Too tight?

[Though Eponine gives no answer. There's silence, broken by the sounds of material shifting over the NV and the ominous clang of heavy prison doors. Eventually, there is a curt,]

In.

[and another heavy clink, followed by the sounds of a key turning in a lock. There's silence again, before the sound of gentle sobbing echoes through the NV. Eponine would be mortified if she knew it was recording.]

(ooc: basically, Eponine has been arrested for some of her many thefts over the last few months and has been locked up indefinitely for now. There's a high bail price on her head; the Port police are too used to these newcomers coming and going seemingly at random to let Eponine away easily. Feel free to comment and try to cheer her up though. I think she's going to be bailed out in a few days...)

lockandkeyblade

[You're very tall today, Siren's Port. Or rather, Sora's in a place high enough that we should all watch our step or risk a very, very long fall. Sora's rather at home at the edge of the rooftop though, and the NV's steady where it's been set. Sora's busy chewing on his pencil's eraser, pondering what to write.]

I've been thinking. We've all got things we regret. We beat ourselves up, even if there's nothing we can do about it.

[Sora's pencil takes to the paper, scrawling out his thoughts.]

'If I could just go back in time, maybe I could fix it. If I could do it all over again, I'd really change things! Make it all better.'

Right?

[He finishes decisively. Then... turns it over, folding it lengthwise. Corners down, foldback the edges and... there. One completed paper airplane, wings branded with Sora's distinctive handwriting.]

The other day, a really brave friend taught me something important. Me and my friends, we've been in some pretty scary places. When you're lost in the darkness, it can get really hard to find the light.

[He pushes up off the ground with a small bounce an stands upright on his own two feet.]

But it's always there-- you just gotta look for it. I mean, if things never happened the way they did, who knows where or even who we'd be. I'm me because of the good and the bad. Mistakes and all. I'm me because of my memories, and the people I've met along the way. Including everybody here in the Port.

It's not easy letting go. Sometimes it takes forever. But one thing I know that really helps... [One flick of his hand sends the paper airplane flying off the edge. Sora shields his eyes from the sun and stands right at the edge, watching as the wind sweeps it up and takes it on a spiralling path out of sight.

Feels good.]

... is having a somebody who'll hear you out.

So how about it?

Ever look back? Or wish you could do something all over again?

ninthserenade

Guys, I got a serious question. Well, actually just sort of an info request or something. I know that whole 'Newcomer Hunting' thing is kinda big and the whole idea of it just kinda freaks me out so I've been dodging most cuz it's like something out of some book or a movie but.

Well, uh.

I wanna know more about it.

Especially with the deaths of the guys with AGI, it kinda makes a dude like me scared considering I'm with 'em. I don't usually walk around outside after sirens or anything like that since I've got the whole, um. Corridor of darkness thing, but... Y'know. Danger lurks 'round every corner here so you can't be too sure.

feverpitching

[The NV flickers on to show Ven rubbing a cloth over the glass panes of the windows in his bedroom. Once he's done and the windows are practically spotless, he addresses the network.]

I've gotten these as clean as possible so I can set this up. [He holds the phone up to show a shiny telescope. The lens is set up close to the glass and pointed upwards towards the sky.] I've had this for a while and never gotten a chance to really use it. The darkness makes it almost impossible to see any stars at all, but I'm hoping I might find something if I use this. And since setting it up outside would be dangerous, I have to look through the window.

[Now he peers into the eyepiece and sets the phone down.] Hmm...

...

Ah, nothing yet. But I'll keep looking. I can see the moon all right, but not much besides that.

But it'll be worth it if I see something, right?

chiefdefense

I'm sorry to say that Phoenix Wright is no longer present in this city. If you had legal dealings with Mr. Wright, I can assure you that you will be looked after and Wright and Co. law offices will be open for business as usual on Monday under new management, but please understand that the office will be temporarily closed until then. I would like to call a brief staff meeting on Friday to discuss the future of the firm. Mr. Wright is a gifted and talented lawyer, and I would like to assure his clients that I will do my very best to continue to good work he has started and give myself over 100% to representing you should you choose to remain with the firm. If you choose to take your cases elsewhere that is completely understandable and I will take no offense. Thank you.

[And now for the hard part; keeping up a professional front, hiding behind the veneer of her courtroom poker face to talk business terms, she can do that. Even though it hurts to think that Phoenix has gone, that he's left the business to her and that her life just got a whole lot more complicated, it's this next piece of news that has had her hiding behind text instead of broadcasting her video. She can't quite keep herself composed as she types this:]

My sister Maya has gone too. I'm so sorry.

no_resignations

[Those who may know Saix will probably recognize his voice. But something... May seem off. He may sound a bit shakier than usual. And for all intents and purposes, he's lost.]

...What do you do once the goal you've been striving towards for so long has been achieved? How... Do you find the next goal?

[For the first time in ten years, Saix is in need of some actual advice--that he's willing to take.]

tinyvampiregod

[The vampire in his natural form, red eyes seeming to glow in the long shadows of the basement room.]

Heh. A fine night for a bite to drink.

Or a good hunt.

integrity

The citizens of this city, registered and unregistered, are somewhat pathetic.

[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]

We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.

[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]

Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.

[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]

What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?

[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.

It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.

He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]

showbizpanache

[It's Kurt's second post within a relatively short while. It's video this time--and he looks put-together, crisp and diplomatic. He clears his throat delicately before speaking.]

First of all, it seems we've received some new arrivals. I'm Kurt Hummel-- And as assistant director of the Newcomer Community Center, I'd like to welcome you all, and encourage you to come by the Center if you need any assistance or wish to lend a hand toward our cause. If you have any questions about the Port or our objectives as a community, please don't hesitate to ask.

[A pause, and he looks uneasy.]

Second of all, I-- I didn't really publicly acknowledge it before, but... I was among those hunted last weekend, and--and I don't find it prudent to deny that anymore.

I am currently working with the NPP to mobilize our forces to do whatever we can to pursue justice--but in the meantime, I think it's more important than ever that we work as a community. To pursue individual acts of revenge is futile and dangerous to our survival here in the Port. I ask that everyone involved remain open to the idea of releasing an official statement to the mainstream media about what happened-- And for all Newcomers, even those who have just arrived, to commit as much time and energy as you can afford to contributing your support. Any donation--whether it's money, time, or lending a few moments to talk to someone--it all counts.

[He hesitates.] I know this may be shocking to some of you, but I think it's better if you all see this before I show anyone else. [Slowly he sets the NV down and pushes up one sleeve. Though he doesn't appear to be in pain (thanks to Michael), his arm still looks absolutely terrible--a skinned, mangled, hideous mess.] This is what those hunters did to us, among worse things. I'm showing you all because you're all part of this community we have built here as Newcomers, and you should all be as disgusted and incensed as I am--along with Ms. Mary, and Gohan, and Mercy, and all the Newcomers who have ever faced violence and prejudice here in the Port.

[Hastily he pushes the sleeve back down.] Let's fix this together. This can't happen again. It won't. Not if we work together.

Thank you.

mediumdrip

A handful of posts about missing people can't just be a coincidence right? Just like Vesper said, Kurt's one of them.

I just got Kurt back. I'm not giving him up without a fight. I've contacted the police and I'm going to be looking for him. I know there are others who are just as concerned as I am. Maybe we could pool our resources?

There are too many things that could be happening to them right now. It can't be that the Core sent them back.

[muttering, might think this isn't getting picked up by the NV now] I can't do this without him...

( Private to Tim )

((ooc; gotta go to bed guys. will reply tomorrow!))

momchester

Three things.

1: If anybody has experience dealing with the school system here, I'd love to talk to you. I'm trying to get started on enrolling a child for September, and any help or advice would be so appreciated. It's a real hassle.

2: Sam Winchester has left the island. I won't say he's gone, because he was gone a long time ago.

3: Does anybody have the power to turn a cat blue? Without dyes or hurting the cat, please.

[Anyone looking for her at her apartment won't find her there.]

dawnward

[The NV is on, for all that there is silence in the background. There's no sound, no breathing, no moving or walking to be heard. This goes on for a minute, almost two, before someone finally speaks into the device.]

Ritsuka Aoyagi has died.

[For all that the news will be devastating to those who knew Ritsuka, Riku's voice is decidedly calm, hollow as he speaks. It's probably taken him some time to even say this much to the network about what's happened only an hour or so prior to the post. He doesn't know if he can bring himself to talk about the details or what possibly transpired, though he knows he should.]

Those patches of Darkness... Someone said he was caught.

[A lie, he suspects. One he'll be looking into, if only to find out who saw it happen, who left him to die alone, so that he'll finally have someone else to blame besides himself.

He lapses into silence again before he speaks once more, regarding the NV and its open post as an afterthought.]

I'm sorry.

[And then he turns off the device.]

greedyful

[There's no video, but there's the sound of something in the distance; growling, scratching, breathing.]

Your monsters are getting restless, Sirens Port.

You think they're a little angry about something? I doubt it's just a thorn in their paw. Or Maybe they're just as bored as the rest of us.

[He sounds amused at the very least]

Something's broken by the way, It wasn't me, but someone should probably fix it.

momchester

[Mary comes on, tense-looking, unhappy, in her now-messy living room that look slike it was just torn apart carelessly.]

I have a serious problem with my home getting raided for a crime I don’t have any connection to.
( non-IC cut for reasons. )
[EXIT STAGE MARY. Cue the distant sound of struggle, Meowth’s familiar Bronx-accented voice, Mary calling out. She comes back in less than a minute. Never has there been a liner face than hers.]

Okay, so I was going to talk about getting treating like a second-class citizen and, I don’t know, some kind of legal options for us, but instead I have to go bail my cat out of jail.

Well, why not.

[Skldjfghfghkjl end feed.]

motioned

[Today, the NV turns on as the girl on the screen is walking down the produce aisle of a grocery store, though she's not necessarily looking to buy anything.]

It's been a while since I was here! I don't usually go shopping or anything like that, but I thought it would be good if I tried to get a job again since it's the summer. I don't want to just sit around, after all!

[She smiles, before something to the side catches her eye - there's a fly sitting on an apple. Alarmed, she reaches for the piece of fruit, pulling it out of the middle of the pile where it had been resting. Of course, this sends the apple just above it falling down, and when she reaches over with her other hand to grab it, she slips. The hand that had been going for the falling apple instead hits the pile as she tries to save herself from falling, but all this really accomplishes is sending a good amount of the apples onto the ground.]

Oh, oh, jeez, I didn't mean to—

[From behind, there's a gasp from an onlooker, and she casts a worried glance behind her, starting to run before promptly tripping over a fallen apple. Muffled laughter can be heard before she picks herself up, sprinting down the aisle before she thinks to turn the NV off.]

learnyourplace

[It's an accidental broadcast; Rachel has the NV in hand, having intending only to listen to whatever might be new as she walked through the city. (In no particular hurry to go anywhere in particular, walking seemed the way to go. She may have been wrong.) The audio clicks on mid-sentence, triggered by a restless and angry grip on the device.]

--aside. Move or I will move you. [There's more than simple frustration in her voice; she's angry. The audio is muffled, but it's clear she's not alone. There's raised voices, demands for information, insults hurled. She could just leave, but mulishness is apparently a family trait.

It may be clear that she might not handle this well without a little intervention, despite what she's told others about not provoking those who would confront them.]

summing_it_up

[The Great Outdoors! Well, whatever was left untouched within the city's perimeters. Still, it works. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

As the ~~rock~~ NV sits somewhere off to the side, Hiccup is seen in view with Toothless. He leans over the dragon, checking the saddle and the tethers attached to it and the prosthetic tail fin, tugging it a few times to make sure it's secure.]

Check. Check. Everything looks good! [He claps his hands together, stepping back as he does so. And after he takes a moment to approve of how well everything has held together, the boy easily swings a leg over one side, patting the scaly black flank.] Okay, buddy. I think we're ready to go–

[Go indeed- "go" is the magic word as Toothless eagerly bounds forward, wings stretching out from either side as the black dragon rushes towards the ledge of a cliff. Oh. Boy.]

–waitWAITWAITTOOTHLESS NO–

[They plunge.

A very high-pitched scream is heard, fading into the background.]

[ SOME TIME LATER: ]

[The scene stays the same, much like one of those computer screensavers used for peaceful default ambiance settings. But it isn't long before it's disturbed again, a miffed black dragon and his bedraggled boy entering in from the left side of the screen.]

I said I was sorry!

[Toothless glares flatly at Hiccup as he snorts. He shakes off the excess leaves and twigs before tromping off.

Hiccup sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides as he returns the look, watching the dragon go.]

We can try again– oh. Yeah! Okay, fine. Iii see how it is. [Pause. He suddenly looks offended.] Oh, you did not– !

[Excuse him as he chases after the dragon for a bit.]

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Alice is back again, looking a bit frazzled but just as fabulous as she did before. She's apparently using a tape measure as a neclace, and a marking pen is tucked absently behind her ear. The only real markers of stress are the deep purple shadows under her unusually dark eyes.

Behind her, several half finished wedding dresses sit pinned to dressforms. There's a table piled high with bolts of lace, tulle, and silk.]

I know this isn't exactly the right way to go about this , but this is a little short notice. I'm looking for an assistant to help me in my studio. It's mostly just going to be errand running, cutting, and sewing.

You need to be very skilled in sewing, obviously, and previous experience in clothing design is a big plus. If you're interested, please call me within the nex few days. We can talk payment then.

showbizpanache

[Here's Kurt, looking much healthier than before, though still a bit scrawny and pale from the illness. His attitude is bright and cheery, though, and he offers a big smile.]

Hello everyone! I hope you're all feeling better. This is my obligatory 'checking-in' entry-- Please let me know how you're all doing, if you can spare a moment. Things really have been insane lately, and not even in the interesting reality t.v. way. [Clears his throat.]

Which brings me to my second point. As Mr. Creed previously announced, the NPP Block Party is taking place this coming weekend. So many people are stepping in to help, and I want to thank each and every one of you. It's not to late to sign up, though, if anyone else wishes to promote their business or offer a hand.

[He clasps his hands together and looks hopeful.] I sort of see this festival as an opportunity for the Newcomer community to come together and kind of...prove our worth here in the Port, if that makes sense. Maybe it'll help resolve some of the tension between us and the other citizens, if we can mingle and celebrate together--and even if it doesn't, it'll still be fun.

Feel free to approach me or Mr. Creed with any questions you may have. I hope to see you all there!