sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: finn hudson

[It isn't hard to notice the boy splashing around the streets of Sector 4 that afternoon. Maybe it's because he's wearing bright red jeans that look painted on and isn't carrying an umbrella--or maybe it's because he's wearing a look of fear and confusion, and that's a bit unusual for someone who uses this route to get to work every day.

He finds a place to sit and fiddles with the NV until the video feed clicks on.]

Hello-- Hello? Is this working? Is this like a phone? Can anyone see me?

[He swallows hard.]

I don't know where I am. What's happening? Someone said this is Canada-- That can't be real, that's absolutely impossible. I wasn't here a minute ago, I was--

[Some more people pass by and he lowers his voice. He brushes a hand through his hair, clearing his throat, trying to appear calm.] I was with my boyfriend. His name is Blaine. Please, we--we need to get home. I would be very, very grateful to anyone who can tell me where he is. Where I am, for that matter.

Thank you--in advance. Thank you. If anyone's actually... I don't even know what I'm doing.

[He sets the NV down and curls up in a ball on the bench, the rain pattering around him.]

motioned

how can x equal so many different things isn't it only one letter shouldn't it only be able to be one number too

[Math is hard, her life is difficult, and this was totally worth talking to the network about. Anything to distract her from homework...]

showbizpanache

[Kurt looks...like shit. The only reason he's doing video is so he doesn't have to speak up to be heard over Voice. The 'little head cold' he said he has turns out to be a big, kind of shitty head cold. He sniffs before talking to the camera.]

I haven't been sick since I was in middle school. I exercise every day. I eat healthy food, I avoid unnecessary human contact, I take vitamin supplements every day before my morning skin care routine... Ugh. [He sneezes.]

Well, the show must go on, as they say.

( Anonymous voice; it sounds a lot like Harry Osborn )

( Snake; video )

( Finn Hudson; video )

[...It seems like that's it, and then Kurt adds one more:]

( Blaine Anderson; video )

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.

starsaremything

[here's Rachel standing in the baseball diamond, looking a little bit older, with better hair and definitely with better clothes. She looks a mix between slightly confused and agitated because she was in the middle of something kind of important and now she's back somewhere that she remembers being... more than a year ago]

Does this whole 'turn up in the middle of who knows where Canada' thing really happen to people as often as this? I was really busy back home this time with Senior Year and everything. We have to win Nationals this year and I was waiting for something really important.

[now a pause because she's been thinking for a while during her time just standing in the diamond without her NV on. She knows that she died, can even remember a little of it, but the thought mostly makes her a little queasy]

What am I supposed to do now, though? I didn't think I'd ever leave and come back here. I don't even know how long it's been or if any of my friends are here. I'm pretty sure that everyone's probably gone home by now. What am I supposed to do? I can't do anything here, and my friends back home need me to be there. The Glee Club would completely implode without me! I know that time isn't-- whatever this place does to time, but we really were in the middle of something important.

[yeah, that's pretty much all said in one breath and she sighs a little, shaking her head and biting her bottom lip a moment]

I don't really want to be here alone. I'm not an alone kind of person... and do I have to look for a job all over again?

[a pause]

I really don't want to die again, either.

showbizpanache

[Kurt has been off for quite a while now--so it seems as though nothing has changed, not really. When he starts to speak though, it's in this falsely smooth, oddly controlled tone of voice. His face is very pale.]

Recently, Blaine made a post about a movement from our home called It Gets Better. To reiterate, it's a way in our world for people to reach out to one another via the Internet to share experiences and assist in the prevention of suicide for LGBT youths. I'm pleased to inform you all that he and I are establishing a similar program here in the Port, hereby named the Out of the Darkness Project.

[He presses his lips together for a moment.] If anyone would like to share their experiences with finding light in dark times--whether here or at home, and for any audience, LGBT or otherwise--please send your videos, texts, and audio posts to me or Blaine Anderson. One of us will broadcast it for you. Hopefully this increased communication between Newcomers will assist with the day-to-day tribulations of living in the Port.

That said, I... [A deep breath.] I'd like to add something else to this. I've been considering creating a support group of sorts for those who have lost people here in the Port, to the Darkness or otherwise. I'm not a therapist by any means, but just to have a group of people with similar experiences to confide in... I think it would be beneficial for a lot of us. I was thinking the Newcomer Memorial might be a nice place to hold meetings. If anyone is interested or has any suggestions, feel free to let me know.

[Pause.]

The Darkness is... It's a lot of things. I'm aware of its origin, literally, but... I sort of think of it as the opposite of It Gets Better. It's everything in the world that no one can escape, those evil things that happen to good people, the absence of light and hope. It can't ever go away, but we can choose to live above it. So please, if you can...consider making a video to contribute to our project. We all have our differences, but when you break it down, we are all in this mess together. Let's start acting like it.

Thank you for your time.

( Filtered to the Glee kids )

igottagay

So this might come as a huge shock to a lot of you people, but despite acting like Satan's most recent coming, I'm down with a radical hippie named Jesus.

[This rather prophetic statement comes from Santana's apartment -- and if you squint, you can see the vestiges of some ash on her forehead. Someone went to a service today.]

And for Lent, I'm going to give up something that's worth its weight in gold -- time. And I'm going to give it to a crisis center. I'm not exactly therapist material, because I'd rather slap someone than tell them their problems can totally be validated -- but I'm a pretty phenomenal singer. And whenever I get down on myself and hate the world and everyone in it, I sing about it.

So, for forty days and forty nights, every afternoon, from one to three in the afternoon in between shifts unless there's zombie dogs or whatever wandering around, I'll be outside the performance arts theatre singing for some cash. And the cash collected during that is going toward a fund for GLBTQ youths so that the people coming here can go to therapy or whatever if they can't cope with shit. And for your reference, that's gay-lesbian-bisexual-transgendered-questioning for the people who are seriously considering voting for an old white man for President instead of our super cool black one.

[Pause.]

And if anyone in my stupid glee club from back home wants to come with me, I guess we can be all nostalgic and bust out the super lame Journey for people who want to see us not suck.

mediumdrip

I want to start out by apologizing to all the people who worried about me when I left my apartment without letting my friends know where I had gone. Instead of facing my problems head on I ran and others got dragged into the mess. I wanted to thank everyone who offered to look for me and to apologize for putting anyone in danger. The last thing that I wanted was for people to be out in the Darkness looking for me.

I also really wanted to apologize to everyone at Purgatory for disappearing. All of you have given me an opportunity I would never have had back home and I am and always will be extremely grateful for that. I need to figure out what I'm doing now, and how much trouble I'm in for bailing on you.

I know some of you will be expecting me to talk about what happened between me and Kurt, but I'm not going to go into detail. We're not together anymore and the details of what happened are between him, me and our close friends. Thank you for everyone who stepped up to help him during this.

I've been thinking a lot about what I'm going to do now. I still don't really know.

I've been in a pretty dark place for a while. I never wanted it to come out this way but it did. Now all that I can do is face the consequences of my actions and hope that the people I've hurt can heal now that I'm no longer in their lives.

This weekend things got really, really bad. I wanted to talk about it. This will probably get a little long, and intense, and I don't expect anyone to read it. I just wanted to share considering how things are for kids here and back home. I feel like I need to get this out and all of you are free to say what you will about it.

I am not expecting sympathy.

( IC cut for triggery material )

paterelohim

[Hi y'all, it's Chuck, looking happy as fuck (probably because of the glass in one hand) and a little awkward with a cross drawn on his forehead. That would make sense, it being Ash Wednesday, except he's Jewish.

And it's drawn in what appears to be aftershave.

Chuck clears his throat after a moment, his smile fading a little as he addresses the camera.]

So, Ash Wednesday. I know we all had an awesome time last night for Mardi Gras, but it's time to serious up.

We're all giving up something for Lent, right? Maybe we should take some time to just sit down and really reflect on the sacrifices we make as a symbol of J-dizzle's three-day party bus to the afterlife.

[He says this all with a complete deadpan look of perfectly serious religious contemplation.]

If you don't know what I mean, take me as an example. This year, I'm giving up religion and Communion for Lent. [Yes. The Jew is giving up Communion. So serious, you guys, the most serious. He swirls the vodka around in his glass, then takes a pensive sip.] Sticking with white wine and Zin for a month won't be easy, but someone has to do it.

skysplits

[ This is Quinn. This is Quinn in her Cheerios outfit, hair down, with smudges of flour on her cheeks.

This is Quinn Fabray baking.

Next to her is a tray of simple, yet nice looking cupcakes.

She looks pleased with herself. ]

Might as well spend this stupid day with friends.

While I realize this is maybe a bit much to ask, it would be nice if this city didn't reduce Santana to yell in Spanish today. It's bad enough to spend Valentine's Day in Canada with monsters that are probably Thriller rejects, I do want my best friend in a good mood.

[ She flashes her best smile. ]

Thank you.

( [ text filtered to Santana Lopez || Private || Hackable ] )

( [ text filtered to Finn Hudson || Private || Hackable ] )

showbizpanache

If anyone has seen or heard anything from Blaine Anderson please let me know. He has been missing for more than a day now.

He hasn't gone home; I know that for sure. I've attached a photo of him for those who haven't previously met him.

Here. His hair is black and curly and he's about 5'7" in height. He was wearing a red Ralph Lauren sweater and cropped jeans.

Thank you.

starsaremything

[the NV turns on to show Rachel in all her... well, she's dressed up a little bit, as much as Rachel can dress up anyways, and she's placed her NV on a table so that she can sit across from it, her arms and legs both crossed]

My boyfriend-- you probably know him, his name is Finn Hudson and he's kind of cute and a little weird and really, really tall-- asked me to move in with him last week. I just... we want to make sure that we have enough money, and I really love living with Kurt and Blaine, they're great roommates, I think they need to be alone sometimes, but...

[and a pause because she was nervous and kind of distracted herself-- this isn't anything like acting or singing or performing at all, because now she has to try to do this the right way]

Anyways, I need to find a job around here? I don't know what my power is or anything like that, but I'm very, very good with performance arts and-- I haven't graduated from high school yet, but I was about to finish my junior year back home, so I'm pretty smart, too, if there are any jobs that need that kind of thing.

skysplits

[ It's been a while since this one showed her face on the network. In between getting used to the fact that she's stuck in here and trying to think up things to do, she has been doing what she is doing now.

Here is one Quinn Fabray, her cheerleader outfit is replaced by a sweet white dress, her hair falls down her shoulders.

One more singing kid, she is. Her voice is high and soft, melodic even though she lacks an instrumental. ]

I pray you'll be our eyes and watch us where we go.
And help us to be wise in times when we don't know.
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way,
Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace,
To a place where we'll be safe.

[ 'cause what else can you do here but pray, if there's no way out? She'll just take a deep breathe and then speak, as if nothing happened. ]

I need a job. I haven't finished high school since well, this place happened. I can sing, dance, I was head cheerleader. And I'm a straight A student, I can learn.

[ But then, she hasn't even introduced herself, so have a small smile. ]

I'm Quinn, hey.

motioned

Wow, I'm really glad that's over! It got sort of frustrating, having the same day happen over and over, especially since nobody at school believed me. I'm glad it's really the seventh today, though! I guess that means it's almost Valentines Day. Almost my birthday, too.

[She shifts on the bed where she sits, drawing her legs up towards her until her cheek can rest on her kneecaps while her head is turned to look at the camera.]

You know, there was this boy I knew back home who would've known just what to do about the time loop thing. I mean, not that everyone didn't do a really good job, but... He was really smart. Really brave, too. I know he would've done anything for the people he cares about. He made me feel like there I could do anything, too. He was the kind of person that gave me hope when it didn't seem like there was any. Even if he's not here, he's still one of the most important people to me. There's not a day I stop thinking of him. Even if I can't talk to him for a while, though, I think it's okay. Because he didn't just make me happy when he was around. I feel like I'm still really warm inside because I got to meet him! I think it's really important to remember, too, though.

Did anyone else have someone that special to them back home? I'd like to hear about it!

[She pauses, looking like she's about to say something else. Instead, she reaches to the device and turns it off.]

[ooc: Forward dated to after all the time stuff goes completely back to normal!]

igottagay

[Santana is sitting in her room, legs crossed underneath her. She's not wearing any makeup and her hair is down -- which is rare, all things considered, for our resident Latina. But it is very late at night, but Santana can't sleep.

She looks like she's looking into a small mirror at herself, quite intensely. There's a long moment of silence -- just Santana looking into the mirror -- before she holds it up in front of her -- and lets it go.

And it remains hanging, in mid-air, for a solid three seconds, before it falls soundly onto her bed.

Her lips twitch into something of a smirk before her NV times out.

-- well, kind of.]

( [Filtered to Quinn Fabray // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Finn Hudson // Private // Unhackable] )

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