sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: damon salvatore

[ For Irene, her presence on the network has been spotty lately. And for her that meant business. But she realizes her last broadcast was her arrival, which would have to change. It was about time she made her video debut. She's also bored at the moment. It's just fun to keep people guessing.

She appears relaxed as she looks into her camera phone, lips freshly painted red and hair up in its distinctively complicated coif. The lace around her shoulders suggests something much more casual though. ]

Ooh, quite a lot of repressed emotions these days. Are we all done committing our deadliest sins already? Definitely made things interesting. [ yes, she's well aware that is old news, but it doesn't make it any less true; it was very revealing, in fact. ] Or was everyone busy on Monday?

[ an amused raise of both eyebrows. at least this will tell her how many people pay attention to the news -- something she's interested in knowing. ]

Nevermind that. Look at these new faces. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to say hello. My hands have been full. [ a smirk. ] How are we all doing? I'm fine for those wanting to ask.

manicpixiedreamgirl

Hi everyone! I've got-

[There's a lot of glare on the screen, so much you can barely see the outline of a sidewalk in one corner of the video.]

Oh, crap. Wait a second.

[It literally is a second, and the camera is fixed. Now, the cause of the glare is clear. Alice is sitting at a little sidewalk cafe, sparkling in the bright sunlight. Light bounces off every bit of her skin not shadowed by her fabulous hat. Even the skin covered shimmers slightly, like she's coated in glitter.]

That's better. So like I was saying, I've got a question for everyone. This place is so isolated, and it's almost impossible to get some of the things I had at home. Like yesterday, I found out that apparently they don't ship out my brand of watercolors! I have to make due with some new brand now.

[Huff. Disappointed Alice is disappointed.]

Anyway, my question is, if you could have one thing from home here in Port, what would it be?

askedtobe

[ Peter rarely makes posts to the network with such express purpose, but when he shows up on the feed this time, he looks prepared. Like he's got a message. And he only glances off camera once, before he starts. ]

You know, been here almost a year and a half now. Place definitely takes a toll on a person after awhile. Especially when things at home don't exactly make it any easier to deal with the kind of things that go on here. If you let it, everything just kind of.. falls apart. [ He shrugs, grasping a little for the right words. Public speaking isn't his strong suit. ]

Doesn't mean it has to, though. I know more than a few people here have made allegiances with people they never would've thought to. Whatever gets you through, right? Makes it easier, helps keep you going? Didn't actually think i'd end up happy in this place, not after everything that's happened.

[ This time, when he looks off camera again, he lets his NV turn ... to an expectant Sylar, his dark gaze fixed on the device. He smiles, wryly, as though to say 'surprise'. ]

Makes a lot of sense, when you think about it. The people who remind you of home, who understand what it's like to be you better than anyone else does; you can't really pick and choose who those people are. Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

[ He quirks an offscreen glance toward Peter. ]

Everyone deserves a little happiness in their lives, don't you think? Someone to love. Something you'd kill to protect. [ He reaches out suddenly, viper-quick, pulling Peter back into view of the NV by dragging him into his lap, and surprising a smile out of him in the process. Sylar presses his nose into Peter's neck, buries his nose briefly into hair that has grown back mysteriously quickly, and then looks back at the screen mockingly. ]

Like this smile. Isn't it adorable? A man could kill for a smile like this.

[ But before Sylar can embarrass them both any further, Peter's fumbling for his NV and trying not to smile so much as he turns off the feed. ]

[ ooc; blue is Peter; red is Sylar. threadjacking is encouraged! ]

sharp

[ Amy hasn't been too chatty on the network lately, but she definitely has a few words to say now. ]

He's gone. [ a sharp sigh, realizing how cracked her voice sounded just then. ] The Doctor's gone. One of them, the bowtied idiot—

It doesn't matter. He's left and I don't know when he'll be back. If he even will. Stupid moron didn't even leave anything, except that pegasus.

[ He always comes back, but this time she's not sure if she can believe it. She wants to; her hollowed, sarcastic tone just suggests otherwise. Silence filters in afterward as her eyes drift down to something in her hand, which she begins to fidget with.

Eventually she looks back up, shaking her head of whatever thoughts she was having. She doesn't want to make this announcement all about him. Or make people think they need to fuss over her. ]

Right. But, for those you who didn't know him, I'm Amy. Or if you're new, you might have seen me around the baseball field a bit. Ehm, I'm one of the Greeters, and since I'll be spending more time there, I'll be around if anybody needs me for questions or anything like that.

Not that you lot listen to us anyway.

( private to: the tardis )

manofthenorth

[ OOC: Consider this your invitation. To partake, go to nightclub. Yes, he knows it's in bad taste to keep doing business when vampires are so disliked right now, but strangely enough he still doesn't care. So there. ]

slipperysoul

[ Angel’s lingering by the angled late-day sunlight coming in through a dusty window of an abandoned warehouse when he turns on his NV, looking about as calm as can be for what he’s about to say. ]

Should have apologized weeks ago for what I did. Nobody should have been killed, I never wanted that to happen. Not here.

But how do you forgive part of who you are when you’re already condemned to hell. Absolution isn’t something i’m looking for anymore when there’s already nothing I can to do to stop the inevitable.

Saving the world doesn’t do anything when you’ve spent a few hundred years doing much worse. [ a beat, while he glances out towards the fading light. ] So what else is there?

hejhej

[her fingers hover over the keyboard, not really feeling like talking. who the hell spilled their secrets to people on the internet? that was a load of bullshit. but she needed to know more about this place and the things she'd seen her first night bothered her too much]

So. What are you fucks doing here?

predominates

[ The feed turns on, and the voice that speaks has a modern posh British accent with a velvety edge, definitely nice on the ears. There are a few background noises, like she's on the move perhaps, but the attention's on her new audience. It's a shame she can't share a face just yet; she is supposed to be dead. ]

Hello Siren's Port.

[ and a sultry, pleasant hello it is. ]

I've heard about your little monster problem and all those things that go bump in the dark. So, tell me, I must know. Since no one has found a way out, what does everyone like most about being trapped in this charming city?

[ There's a bit of a scolding tone in there. So of course, she expects to be met with hostile answers, excuses for their incompetence, but it should lead her to the more touchy subjects, what's important, what has everyone up in arms. Or maybe they will tell her exactly what they like. Information, gossip, details. She wants it all. ]

slipperysoul

[ When the feed starts, it's with the heavy thump of a body dropping to the ground, covered partially by the shadows in a remote alley. But Angelus tilts his NV just so, so everyone can get a good look, because why the hell not? Might as well make a documentary of his exploits, right?

It's just a John Doe, but this John Doe is dead as a doornail, sucked dry, save for the blood accidentally spilled down the front of his shirt and making a ring around his neck. But that's enough of that, and Angelus is flipping his NV around and smirking for the audience. Because he sure does love a show.

For those who thought they were familiar with this face, this is no longer Angel. Not anything close.

This would be Angelus, who's already on the move once again and letting his NV hang at his side, because it's been awhile, and he's still hungry and the night is ever so.... young. He does have a thing for virgins after all.

But he's making sure everyone can hear him when he does actually speak up: ]

Boy, it's good to be back.

olderthanyourjesus

[Godric is on your screen, half bent over with his fangs popped and blood dripping down from his chin down his chest. He's shirtless and in the room of someone. It's dark but there's dark stains behind him and he's probably lying in a fair bit of it.

There's a maniacal look in his eye. Something has awoken and it's old. Gone is the sad, tired look of a sixteen year old ancient. Instead he is lusting after all he's kept inside for nearly a century.]

I grow bored already. [Said in a thick accent over his fangs.] I thirst for more.

[It's not so much a challenge. He's two thousand years old. Siren's Port, get ready for a blood bath.]

ooc: so this is one half of the vampire duo that is going to tear up the city. It was mentioned on the ooc comm. Any comments, etc post them there.

failedparenting

[Look Port! It's everyone's favorite jackass, looking like a normal functional person. For once.]

Are there any bars in this city that aren't going balls out with the Valentines bullcrap? Not really looking to walk into a roomful of drunk, single women today.

[John gives the camera an exasperated smirk. It's obvious he's had to deal with this kind of thing before.]

ella_of_frell

[ While Hattie is "safely" away for the evening with a certain Mr. Nightray, Ella is enjoying the night off! And as she has been relatively quiet, for reasons of her own, she was bringing to the network a question.

Of course she is curled up on her bed looking a bit worn out from being sick (not cold-sick, oh-god-what-are-you-making-me-eat sick). Kyra was curled up on the bed next to Ella, dozing like a good wolfdogpup. ]

We don't precisely have this kind of holiday back in Frell, or at least it isn't called "Valentine's Day". But I get the idea of it, for the most part. I'm more curious about people's interpretation of "love" though. I mean, there are a lot of different types - the one I'm referring to leans more to ... well, creepy, actually.

Say you have a girl who likes a guy - or the reverse. Maybe it's a guy who likes a girl. Either way, someone likes someone. Only it's not mutual. What would you consider of the person that forces their love on you - like breaking into your apartment to fix you food, climbing into your bed while you're asleep, stalking your apartment or home to watch you turn the lights on and off.

Basic creeper behavior, in my opinion. But some people think that if it's a "powerful love" then it's okay, even if - in one case, the guy doesn't want anything to do with girl "in love" with them. So what do you think? Is that kind of behavior validated because of love, or would you call them out on being creepy and unwanted?

[ A pause, and she grins, tiredly. ]

And before certain people jump to conclusions, no, it's not a hypothetical friend of a friend of a friend nonsense. It's related to a conversation I had with my stepsister and Flonne a few weeks ago.

Oh and Byakuya, I'm sorry I wasn't in today - I hope Hattie didn't make a mess of things.

[ She... hadn't seen his post from earlier. ]

sharp

[ Amy thinks it's about time (no pun intended) one of the many time travellers had something to say about this timey wimey nonsense, which actually almost feels normal for her -- but that's not the point. ]

Couldn't find a better day to repeat itself, could it? 'Cos if I hear the words 'Groundhog Day' one more time, I'm going to scream. And the apartments are never going to get fixed at this rate.

[ Not that anyone can see it, her hand tightens around her sonic out of frustration, but it reminds her what the whole point of making this post was. And it wasn't to rant. Even though it's tempting. ]

I'm gabbling. Anyway, the last time this happened to me I was about to be lost in the time vortex forever, and there was a crashed spaceship and a dead alien causing it. We haven't got any of those, right? [ she's joking, but her tone is absolutely deadpanned serious. because honestly, she wouldn't be surprised at all. ] Alright, so, it means we've got to find a way to break the time loop. There's something that is keeping this day from moving on to the next. I don't think it's the Core exactly, but maybe it needs something else fixed. Something to do with us, if we're the only ones noticing it.

[ then as a side note: ] Right, Doctor? TARDIS? You better back me up on this one.

igottagay

does everyone in this place have stupid fucking powers or what

and how the fuck do we get rid of them

deets

i needz them

ps: it's santana and i don't give a shit who you are just tell me what i need to know

aslandish

[ There are no grand and glorious proclamations this day, nor joy nor exultations, though his mood is far from poor. Rather, he is thoughtful, and it reflects in his words and tone. ]

A star falls from heaven.

Can it someday return, restored to its proper place?

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