sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: duo maxwell

[The video opens with Loki sitting at a kitchen table, covered in empty egg cartons, Cadbury wrappers and Red Bull cans]

Had someone introduced my prior incarnation to these delicious creations, I might never have attempted to take over or otherwise destroy Midgard.

[A small groan as he sits up straighter] And thus I have decided to share the deliciousness with everyone.

[A pause and he spells out] P. S. they'll not change back. [Then grins and the feed cuts.]

[OOC: As always, the Lux is exempt. Elaine scares him.]

jackpots

[ this is Mary Jane Watson. it's pretty lateish at night and she's laying on a bed in a tanktop and sweats, hair pulled back. there's a book open before her and she's tapping a pencil against her bottom lip when she speaks up. ]

Hi, everyone. It's -- uh -- it's MJ again and I promise I won't start screaming or freaking out over this. I just have a question.

Like, I understand the major gist of this place, right? The Darkness and the Core, the big Two and so on, but... can you guys talk to me about your powers? The ones you have or the ones that were given to you. [ she pauses, twirling her pencil around her fingers ]

Just anything about them. I'm curious.

[ there's a beat, as she considers saying more and then: ]

Well, thanks.

madeinoblivion

In three more days, it'll be two whole years since I've been pulled here.

[Joe Fieldman is sitting at the top of his apartment building's fire escape, facing the sunset. Ten minute siren warning has just ended, but there's still light left, and the blinking light of the radio tower is not too far off, backed by the skyline of downtown: the shining walls of SERO's ultra-modern skyscrapers glimmering sleek, and the top of AGI's corporate tower standing tallest as a dark spire against the sky beyond that, in the far distance.]

...That's really weird, how fast it's been. It feels like it wasn't so long ago, that I walked into my apartment in the Towers (All the way up on the top floor!) and found out the landlord had already put Riku there, figuring I was the same exact person who'd already lost the room key. 'Stupid newcomers', right?

Two years, and I should take time and look back on everything I've done with it. But that's not really so much as I'd like it to be.

I've made plenty of friends. And had good times with them. I found a name. I got stronger, and fought lots of monsters in the darkness- I've still got to run into about half of them that Darwin's got listed in the guide. Learned bike tricks from the guys at the skate park. Won a film contest, first place (okay, so Mr. Cohen did do most of it, but I was a good 'disciple'). Survived some earthquakes and riots and craziness. I learned a lot about wiring and sound tech and how to put on good music for a club. I joined and then quit a company. Got a tattoo. Got permanently kicked out of SERO's crummy arcade. Fought some witches- which I heard saves the universe, but it doesn't make so much around here any better. Helped run that metal concert, which was a smash hit.

Still, that's hardly everything. And that's what's been bugging me the most. It's been a long time since I've really done anything important. Anything to change this place around, for the better. I mean, I protect my friends, but-

But some of my other friends have gotten killed, or gone away- or other bad stuff's happened to them. And there's not much I've figured out how to do, about changing that.

Does everyone who wants a better life to live in this city ever feel stuck this way? Like you have no clue what you could do next, to really make a difference?

Back in other worlds, some people who get pulled here are heroes...

I've been thinking- maybe it's really time I get serious and do something. But I don't know where to start, in a place like Siren's Port. How to do it. There are still days I feel like I don't even know who to be.

cheerhealer

Sylar has his collar off. If you see him on the streets, run. Fighting against him is useless unless you can cut his head off.

He can regenerate now. [ Blood is smeared on her face and on the little Pomeranian in her arms, mixed in with dried tears. She shuts the feed off immediately after that little PSA. ]

( private to peter ; extremely difficult to hack )

( private to loki ; moderately difficult to hack )

[ OOC: replies to the public post will likely come after a few hours ICly. ]

hostage

[Jesse likes videoblogging. It reminds him of that documentary he'd been working on back home, the one he and Badger were going to send to VH1 ages ago. He spends some time readjusting the camera angle even after he's already started broadcasting. Then he seems to realize he should be talking. He flashes a bright smile, boyish and luminous and at odds with his scruffy appearance.]

Hey, yo. What's up, Canada? Land of weed and universal healthcare, man. Right on. Vacation in future Canada. Love it, seriously.

The name's Jesse. I'm from the ABQ - that's Albuquerque, New Mexico in the U.S. of A. circa 2009. Not that long ago, but time travel... Man, that's still pretty cool even if it's only a couple years, right?

So I'm looking for anyone who's up for a party tonight. Drinks on me if you show me some cool places to hang 'round this town.

[A pause. His eyebrow gives quirk as he glances off to the side and wonders aloud:]

- They take American cash here, right?

[A quick shake of his head.]

Uh, drinks maybe on me. Yeah. So... Hit me up if you're down for cruising. Peace out, yo.

cheerhealer

[ The feed begins with a birds eye view of a small living room, laminated wooden flooring and very sparse furniture. In a corner is a stuffed manatee (one of two stuffed animals she had gotten for Christmas) laying on the bottom of a floor lamp. A young woman appears in the feed, hair thrown up in a casual ponytail. On the couch is a large pile of clothing.

She's humming something as she brings in a large load of laundry in a basket in her arms. Perhaps it's a familiar tune. She sets the basket on the ground and picks up a cardigan. ]

99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. [ She puts it onto the arm of the couch. ] Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.

98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall. [ She slips a sweater over her shirt from the basket before going back to folding laundry. It's all kinds, really; athletic clothing, dresses, thongs, bras. ]

( ((not an ic cut)) )

68 bottles of beer on the wall, 68 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 67 bottles of beer. [ She finally finishes with sorting her large load of laundry. She tosses the basket up to wherever the NV is currently situated, effectively clicking off the video. ]

cheerhealer

[ It's close to midnight. Claire is sitting on her bed, Mr. Muggles curled up on her lap and deep asleep. Her hair is shorter- much, much shorter. ]

Okay. You all can see this - [ She gestures up to her new hair. ] - right? A lot shorter.

[ The feed ends there, then comes back on ten minutes later, with her hair at its usual length. ]

Looks like today is February 2nd again. [ Annoyance is clear in her face. But she is a little glad; she didn't want to start off the new day with an awful haircut. ]