sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: byakuya kuchiki

[He's still thin, but he doesn't look so sick now that he's been here for a few days. His expression is twisted and smoldering with annoyance, anger, something. If his memory weren't so impeccable, today would just be any other day, but no. He remembers Kakashi's birthday as though the date had been singed into his head with an iron brand.

His mind never misses an opportunity to beat the shit out of him.

So the words are a little harsher, more clipped than they might have been, for the neutrality of the question.]

I need somewhere with a lot of space to train.

And a job.

justwillow

[Willow is pointing the camera at a stuffed animal, that is... horribly repaired. The stuffing is lumpy and the stitching isn't terrible, but it's still wrong. It's also singed on one side, the eye is melted slightly and well. That poor Teddy bear.]

Okay, so after my little guy attacked me and tried to smother me on my sleep friday night, I thought it might be okay to try and repair him. But... As you can see it's... kinda gone a little floopy.

[She sighed.]

I know this is stupid and sentimental? But can someone help me put it back together? I mean, "with a wave of my magic wand~" [Sing Songed to the tune of he Fairy God Mother from Shrek 2.] and all that, but... It would just seem wrong in a way.

[She sighed again.]

Maybe I should just throw it away.

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...)

comeshonesty

[ the video reveals an older man, thin nearly to the point of being skeletal, dressed sharply in a black suit and with his black hair slicked back. he's sitting neatly on a bench somewhere under a street-light, surrounded by the darkness. he seems comfortable enough with it, though-- it suits him.

there's a silver-headed cane propped against the bench beside him, a drink in a paper cup next to his thigh, and he's balling up the foil from what looks to have been some kind of chili-dog. there's no telling how his device is propped up, because it simply seems to be hovering in the air.

he finally glances up at it, black eyes strange and somehow terrifying despite his relatively harmless appearance and mild expression. long fingers curl around the cup and he takes a sip through the straw before seeming to settle on what he wants to say, his words deliberate and tone even, hinting at no particular emotion beyond perhaps the faintest trace of annoyance. ]

Well. So much for the star that I was rather occupied with. How is it I wind up on this dismal little planet so often.

[ he licks his thumb, setting aside the foil. ]

I suppose I could blame it on a certain significant other--[ chuck, he's looking at you. 8| ]--being rather himself. Or the Winchesters, perhaps, given their remarkable lack of self-preservation as a family. Or the little winged children bickering so much.

[ a pause, gaze lifting again, intense and disturbing. ]

Well. Shall we all coexist peacefully, then, or will I need to turn someone over my knee?

inamartiniglass

[She wants to blow up and tell you how you are all walking PR disasters. But Vesper has taken the time to calm herself before posting on the Network. She's a director of a community center. Maybe if they had more events going on, Newcomers would stop getting into trouble. Idle hands lead to the devil's work, right?]

With summer ending and September just around the corner, it's time to wish some of our community's children a good luck for a new school year. The same goes to everyone attending university. With that in mind, we are having a Back to School drive at the community center. Drop off brand new, unopened boxes of pens, paper, crayons, and any other type of school supply to be provided to schools with high Newcomer attendance and less fortunate children.

And with September comes changing seasons and a slew of holidays coming up. Would anyone be interested in some events for Halloween?

ella_of_frell

( Ella goes to ridiculous lengths to avoid people )

benditlikekorra

[It seems like every time Korra makes a post to the network it's to ask for something or someone to help her, but she's sick and tired of being unable to use her powers and the hunt has laid waste to any sense of inner peace she'd been fostering through meditating and training on her own. She needs a hand, here.]

Are there any mystics or gurus on this island? Someone who's a master of meditation, or an expert on chakras? Someone who knows about... vision quests or something like that?

[Obviously she's grasping at straws here, but she's willing to try almost anything at this point.]

blondandperfect

[Audio]

[Hello port, welcome to Hattie's Drama Session #834,329, live. It's important because she is a special snowflake, see. You're greeted with the sound of grumbling, a slam of the door, and heavy stomping along the floor. Moments after there are some voices:]

Hattie? How did things g-

GO PLAY IN TRAFFIC!!

[Seriously, Ella, you should know better by now. That bit is followed by stomping up a stairwell, a slamming of another door, then finally a muffled, frustrated shriek- Presumably into a pillow. There's about three minutes to let this awkward moment sink on, or move on to something else.]

[Video]

[Hattie is sitting on her bed, with the biggest pout she can muster, with her arms crossed.]

It's been a year. A whole year and nothing's changed. I am so sick of this place!

[Another moment of silence, followed by a sigh of resignation.]

Does anyone like brownies? I made too many, and I don't want them anymore.

ella_of_frell

[ Apparently, while it's raining cats and dogs outside, Ella is sitting at a table with her head on her hands in the dining room today, the NV resting open in front of her. Distantly the sound of banging is heard, some chatter and suchlike. Ella opens her mouth to address the network. ]

I can handle the banging and all, that's just a necessary evil. But the pa-thetic pick up lines are just embarrassing. I feel terrible, but I actually laughed at that poor man working on the office in the back, and now he can't even look at me. [ It's not her fault! "Hey, you come here often?" is not an appropriate line when the person lives there! Before she can say anything further, Hattie's voice intrudes. ]

Ella~! Wine! ... please.

[ Ella responds thusly. By placing her hands on the table and keening in the most IRRITATING whiny voice she can muster. ]

But I don't -waaaaaaaaanna- get uuuuuuuuuuup! Why do I have to do EEEEEEVerythiiiiiiiiiiing! It's not faiiiiiiiiiiiiiir, why can't you get it yourseeeeeeeeeeeeelf. You're right theee-

[ Thankfully, Hattie cuts her off. ]

Not *THAT* kind of wine! REGULAR Wine! NOW. Please.

[ Ella jerks to her feet automatically, but she's laughing, under her breath. It was worth a shot. She's spitting in the wine though. She's taking the NV with her too. ]

I'm amazed she said "please". In case you're curious, we're getting some major remodeling done on the house. Expensive, but worth it in the end. [ Considering the alternative was losing a room she had been using for her own little sanctuary. ]

Word of advice. If you get some remodeling done, avoid Crazy Eddy's Construction - he shows up at the door in a /chicken suit/. A giant. Chicken suit.

mostbeautiful

[Dorian appears on the com, with wild eyes and pale cheeks. The camera is not steady. Skittishly, his eyes dart around. A crashing sound is heard off of the screen, and the poor boy jumps at it terribly.]

What is this? WHAT IS THIS?

It looks like a storm but I've never seen a storm like...

WHAT IS THIS?!

Storms don't do to trains what I saw done to a drain. It was completely mutilated. I'm heading towards the city, near the baseball diamond. Can someone offer shelter?

My apologies to my employers but I won't be coming to work today.

asano_san

[The video jumps and jitters as its subject runs down the sidewalk.]

I-I was walking to-

[A quick shake of his head. That's not the most important part!]

There was a scream!

N-no! A roar!

[He still seems at a loss, searching for words to describe the horrors he's seen.

In the end, there's only one thing the Port needs to know. He's starting to get out of breath, but he musters up a final shout.]

GIANT RED MONSTER!

((Given his heightened spiritual awareness, Keigo sees Grellzilla for the rampaging beast he is. Others may wonder what he is smoking that he's turning unfortunate weather conditions into monsters.))

hulkbusted

[It's Saturday morning and Bruce's NV is propped against something to show him seated with a cup of something (tea, considering the string and tag hanging over the cup's lip) in the foreground. People move behind him, some holding cups of coffee before they take seats out of the camera's view. Looks like he's at an outdoor cafe. It also looks like he's found a charity that offers clothes to the poor and/or new arrivals because he's wearing a slightly dingy pale green button-down shirt with the cuffs rolled up over his forearms and a couple of buttons left open at the collar.]

Hiring in Siren's Port doesn't go the way it does most other places, does it? I couldn't give the panel at Siren's Port University my CV and published papers for examples of my work, but a few days of filling white boards with equations seems to have done the trick. It's much faster than hiring back home, too, but I guess there's a lot of turnover around here.

In addition, I'm offering my services as an after hours tutor while the days are long and until I go home, whenever that may be. If you need help with math or science up to the post-graduate level in most disciplines, contact me [he leans forward and swipes his fingers over the display, and a link appears at the bottom of the video screen] and we can make arrangements.

In the meantime, I'm at Cafe Bijan, and there are a few people who have been helpful to me since I arrived that I would happily buy a coffee. [He smiles, and the humor is meant mostly for himself and maybe one other person.] Unless you don't drink... coffee.

blackmoonrising

[Here's an Ichigo at his part time job at Portside Dojo, wearing a close fitting, navy blue and red, sleeveless muscle shirt with the dojo logo on the left side of his chest. Suspiciously, the only other staff member who seems to be wearing this and not a baggy cotton polo shirt is Terra (and if you were to ask either of them, you'd soon be told that the polo shirts were not offered to them).]

So my boss wanted me to say something about the summer program we're running at Portside this year. We've got all the usual martial arts classes running to the same schedule as always, but we're gonna start running a few morning sessions in the week for kids to come and try the basics. They run from, uh-

[Quick look at the notice board behind him and-]

9am 'til 10.30, and we're taking complete beginners or whatever non-ranked ability. Protective gear's compulsory, you don't have it you're not getting to fight. It's a basic grounding in martial arts, some games and occasional demonstrations from some of the senior senseis for the kids who want to know more and maybe come and get proper classes at a later date. Places are limited so you'd better sign up fast.

[He scratches the back of his neck absently, coming up with what else he needs to add.]

Oh yeah, we're also starting up self defense classes for women in the evenings on Mondays and Thursdays. They start at 5.30 and run 'til 7. Basically it's learning to defend yourself, how to use an attacker's strength against them and how to disarm and immobilise an attacker if you have to. It's $100 for five lessons, and we can't take anyone with super-strength, our insurance won't cover it. Sorry. Health and safety.

[He pauses for a moment. Anything else? Quick glance at Terra to see if he wants to add something? Nope. We're good. All done.]

And if anyone's free on Sunday, I'm thinking about having a barbecue kinda thing at around noonish. I'm gonna have some stuff there but if you wanna bring something to cook that's cool too. Or like a salad or something, chips, dessert stuff. That kinda thing. Just let me know.

mostbeautiful

[Dorian is smoothing his hair as the video starts. Then, he turns to the camera. His expression is worried.]

I'm afraid I have a problem. It appears I've got a darkness leak in my apartment. It's slight. It basically just looks like rot and mildew that gets much worse at night. It doesn't penetrate my closet door at this point. Still, I'd like to get it fixed.

Does anyone know someone who does this kind of work? Please?

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.]

ella_of_frell

[ When the video turns on, Ella is kneeling by curious looking chest, pulling things out at random. Or seemingly at random. ]

I think I'm going to have to say Summer heatwaves are my least favorite part of the season. Mandy never seemed to have any problem with them.

[ That may be because of the whole fairy godmother thing. She... also may be dressed in a maid outfit - albeit one altered with a longer skirt. She might have to obey Hattie's order to wear the darn thing, but no one said she couldn't alter it so it wasn't so skimpy. ]

I could have sworn I had something for this last year. . . come to think of it, I can't find my slipper either, since that night at Twins.

[ She sits back against her heels, grimacing. ]

If I lost that, that's going to be a real pain. I kind of liked those shoes.

[ GIving up the search for the moment, she carries the book into the kitchen, glancing around for her housemates. ]

Meg, Hattie - what do you want for dinner? I think Hattie still has some sushi so she can have tha- [ Only when she opens the refrigerator, she blanches. ]

UGH! Forget the sushi, just - ew. [ Burn the evil! BURN IT! She's going to dump it out in the trash. Blarh. Pay no mind to the raccoon on the counter, he's just waiting for a handout. ]

Blech, I think it was still alive. [ She shudders. How Hattie can eat that stuff, she'll never know. ]

hybrid_prodigy

[He doesn't necessarily intend to talk to everybody, but he's too tired to make a filter. And he looks it. His face is pale and worn, as though he didn't get much sleep last night, if any at all. He doesn't appear to be physically hurt, at least. Not from the view the NV gives, anyway.]

I'm really sorry if I worried anyone.

Um . . . Miss Nelliel? Could you come bring me home? I wouldn't ask, but I'm pretty tired and don't think flying would be a good idea right now. [He's put his ki up a little above a resting level, to make sure he's easy for her to find; it'll be coming from Sector 6.]

Current Mood: exhausted

blackmoonrising

[Ichigo's in a park, dressed casually. It's early morning, but there's families out in the park. A little boy is playing soccer with his brother within the line of the NV's camera. A man, their father from the looks of things and the family resemblance, is playing with them.

Ichigo's drinking something hot from a paper cup, looking thoughtful as he does so.]

I guess today's Father's Day. You know, it's probably a good thing my old man can't call here or he'd be complaining that I didn't get him anything. He's a pain in the ass like that.

[One of the boys throws his soccer ball at their father, laughing happily. For a second, Ichigo looks over at them, then shrugs.]

I dunno. I reckon I've got a good excuse.

[There's a sudden shout from the boys as another person joins their party carrying a picnic basket, and Ichigo turns to look again. Their cries of 'Mom!" make her identity immediately recognisable, as does the way the two boys throw themselves at her like eager puppies. She's laughing as she ruffles the hair of one of them and kisses her husband's cheek.

Ichigo looks away and picks up his coffee.]

I don't think he'd blame me today.

ella_of_frell

[ The feed is on, because once again, Ella's forgotten about it. Really she had planned on doing something, presumably checking posts on the network, but when she got up to walk away, Lucifurr opted to walk across the book, turning on the record function. The cat is visible just in the corner of the the feed, being petted by Meg, but Hattie and Ella can be heard bickering - though Ella sounds more exasperated than angry. Meg, when she notices the NV, just -grins- when she sees the device is recording. ]

"Oh for goodness sakes, when are you going to understand - it's not -like- that! He's just my tutor."

"No, Ella, it's you that doesn't understand! How many times do I have to tell you that I'm tired of your shameless flirting with a man I have my eyes on!

"Shameless fl--ergh! You said the same thing about Byakuya, trust me, they're -NOT- my type."

[ Hattie only mimics Ella's response. ]

"'They're not my type', 'they're not my type'. Then why do you keep doing it?"

"Look, if you're so interested, by all means, court him! I couldn't care less!"

"Really. Well judging by your willingness to spend kissy alone time with him at any given opportunity seems to suggest otherwise."

"There IS no ki-- Hattie, we just talk - and by talk I actually MEAN talk-!"

"Ella. Ella, all right, let me make this simple for you to understand. Now: Explain to me how you decided that having my, I repeat my date as your tutor was a brilliant idea. You have twenty seconds."

[ Before she THROWS DOWN! Ella just presses her hands against her face, fuming. Meg is clearly amused by the bickering and offers no help whatsoever in noting that the device is recording. ]

[ OOC: Collaboration post with Ella, Hattie and cameo by Meg. <3 ]

icy_heavens

[When the feed comes on, it’s pretty clear it’s not on purpose. The screen is mostly looking up at the sky, though the corner of it seems to catch something made of ice. Just off screen, a pair of voices can be heard arguing.]

Get off me, stupid.

No. I like it here. You're comfy.

[An indignant huff.] Well, you're not. Move; I can't do anything like this.

You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and stay still. [Sounds of shuffling.] Is that better?

No. You know I hate that. I said get off, Bedwetter.

My bed's been dry for AGES!

Only because you've barely been in it the past two weeks. [A sound like there’s some sort of physical struggle going on.

[And then a thud.] Ow! Shirou-chan, you're being too rough!

[The feed cuts about here, perhaps fortunately.]

[[OOC: Forward-dated to early tomorrow morning because we are horrible people who can't wait. Friends and trolls everywhere come and embarrass them. Hinamori is purple, and Hitsugaya is green. Anyone who gets shown the ice scuplture will see this.]]