sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: irene adler

A hounding color, silver's lesser sister Has a breath along the way, a cease. This public chariot yields a final pause Like Schubert did in older annuals. But this cross borne hit more than a note sooner: And its travels are Frosted in path. So another Gothamite leaves us with more questions than answers. I'm not sure if anyone could call themselves friends with Mr. Nygma, but he's gone, regardless. This was found carved into a table in his flat. He could have left a harder one, to be honest. And yet, perhaps he's better off than us.[And that's the closest he'll get to publicly acknowledging recent affairs.]Feel free to solve it yourself.

luckythirteen

Yeah, I’ve heard about enough.

[You can make out Thirteen’s unimpressed expression from the darkly lit area she’s sitting in at the station. She’s in a tank top, but has no bra on, lucky for her at the angle she’s holding her phone you can’t see that the only other thing she has on is a pair of bikini cut underwear.]

Foreman, House, if this is your idea of a joke you have no idea what you just brought upon yourself. [They have to work together and she was going to make him pay.] I don’t know if I got wasted at the Christmas party or not but tampering with my phone leaving me here in some park?

[She’s getting ahead of herself. Remy just sets her jaw and folds her arms one over the other.]

Neither of your numbers are working, not even Taub or Kutner, so I’m using this. I don’t believe a thing these people are saying and after I take the first flight out of here you can bet your ass that your New Years resolutions are going to be cutting down on the pranks and making sure you don’t get on my bad side again.

acclimatized

It's been a long time since I have had the chance to write up one of our cases and I might be a little rusty, but here it is: The Guilt Complex!

Hopefully it has everything the press neglected to mention when the story made the headlines. And it could be a distraction from this "daylight darkness" stuff that has been going on lately too. Blackheath has been all skittery when we go for a walk... and after reading about that cat, I don't really blame him. I can only hope those kids have learnt their lesson too.

vaguelysauntered

[The camera turns on to catch the bustling and lively interior of the Lion's Gate as one Anthony J. Crowley sits at the bar, swirling some very expensive-looking cocktail in one hand as he grins. Crowley already dressed with class and style to fuel a fashion company, so getting into the place was as easy as stealing candy from a baby.]

You know, the longer I stay in this place, the more I've realized that no matter where you go, people never change. I mean, even with powers and bloody monsters coming out of the Darkness to attack you, people are still just, you know, people.

[He turns the wrist with his NV watch to show the people behind him mingling in the club, starting to point out particular people standing around with a finger.] You see, that guy over there with the funny little beard wants to become the most powerful man in town- he's just hanging around here so he can get connections, but he's failing horribly at it. The woman next to him in the blue dress wants all the money in the world so she can buy all sorts of pointless luxuries for herself.

[And then he points over to a couple flirting by the bar, smirking widely.] And that woman wants nothing more than to take that man on the bar and do all sorts of nasty and unspeakable sexual things to him, I mean really, just hearing about them would make your ears curl.

[He then turns the NV toward him as he shrugs.] But what I'm trying to say is that people always want the same things in life. Power, money, sex...you could drop these people in, I don't know, a place where the sky is green and flowers eat people and they'd still have the same wants and the same needs.

So, let's play a little game. Tell me your most innate desire and try to surprise me. If you have a desire like everyone else, congratulations! You're painfully ordinary. And if not, well, maybe I'll get some amusement out of it. I could always use a little entertainment in my life.

[Crowley smiles like a snake.] Just try me.

[He turns off the video, but there's a long pause as the voice function still keeps going. And then Crowley says, curtly:]

By the way...you people should keep a better eye on your children. Especially in a place like this. Honestly, buy a leash or something, you prats. But no, people will be people...

[A slight huff, and the voice function is switched off. Make of that what you will.]

[ooc: Just a note: Crowley can actually see the innate desires of people! It's one of his many demonic powers. But he can only do that when they're there in person with him. So he'll just be having fun guessing whether people are lying or not when it comes to the responses of this video. You're all good on that front. B)]

ace_of_knaves

[The Joker is sitting in the bean bag chair. He's wearing an outlandish fur coat and a feathered fedora. In one hand is a glass of wine. The hyenas, Stan and Ollie, are crouched at his feet eating something that may or may not have once been a person.]

Nothing like surviving a plague to really make a fella think about his own mortality. Whatever shall we do if we find ourselves slipping outta this mortal coil, hmm?

[He smiles lazily into his glass]

Me? I'm working on my bucket list. Things to do before I kick the bucket.

...There's a funny phrase, eh? "Kick the bucket". Now where the heck do you suppose we got that from? Hanging? Kick the bucket away and you turn and spin and start to dance.

[He looks thoughtful a moment then blinks.]

Er. Anyhoo, where was I going with that thought before I so rudely interrupted myself? Ah, yes! The list!

[He looks meaningfully into the camera.]

What would you lot do if you had a week left to live? Think about it! Then do it. Thank me later, on the other side. Let nobody say old Joker doesn't care about his public.

thelightbringer

[Lucifer is lounging at Merlotte's, of all places. With a book, and a glass of--well, whatever he happened to grab. It might be water.]

Well, someone wake the Gregorians, I think it's my birthday.

Let's start the festivities.

[Basically, no one should plan on leaving their home. Maybe ever again.]

playthings

[ There's quite the text out there on the network tonight, Siren's Port, from a person who wishes to keep their identity quite under wraps. The anonymous communication is sent just as the sirens end, punctuating the alert for anyone looking over the feed. ]

A cage. That's what I'd call it. A well erected one with all the toysies we could hope for, all the people to make it feel like you never left, all the corruption of home... and then some.

A little birdy and her lovely pamphlet told me there's a secrets most people are keeping. Some of them don't even realize it. That everyone here is a little more than ordinary.

I disagree. Most people are ordinary or striving to be normal. Average. Mediocrity is soooooo fashionable.

B O R I N G

I wonder, could anyone really want to embrace anything more?

-Anonymous

[ There's an additional piece to this post should anyone be so inclined to open it up and take a peek. ]
( rabbit_hole.txt )

[ Brace yourself, Siren's Port, the game is about to begin. ]

(( ooc notes • welcome to jim's creepy ic intro. feel free to crack the code and respond to it (it's simple binary, you should be able to google for a decoder). ALL of jim's responses to this post will be anonymous texts only and he may throw in encryption or file attachments. ))

acclimatized

[ john's having trouble keeping his temper in check this week. his patience all but ran out last night where, scarcely an hour into his shift, he'd started to hate everyone who came in after being injured in the darkness.

miraculously though, he managed to keep a lid on his temper and completed the shift without any incidents – they decided to pile up on him on the way back to the flat instead and, to crown it all, he was caught in the rain without an umbrella. fantastic. thoroughly worked up by the time he gets home, he starts writing an entry, venting his frustrations of the day. ]

Do you know what really gets on my nerves? Machines. It doesn't matter if they are the ones in the supermarket (which DO NOT SAVE PEOPLE TIME by the way!) or anywhere else in this damn city, they are all COMPLETELY USELESS!

All I wanted to do was get some cash out and buy some groceries, but the cash machine ate my bloody card. No actually, it shredded it to bits. Now I'm stuck without any money and the people at the bank are blaming ME for breaking their stupid machine!

They should take them all out and just dump them in a landfill. I can't be the only one who thinks this!

integrity

Someone within this city is going to buy me a drink. Immediately. I prefer scotch, but really, anything will do. I also require a sledgehammer. Crowbars are also acceptable.

Your generosity will be repaid tenfold in both money, good will, and the feathers that I will be tearing out of my favorite down pillow. If you so choose to remain so, anonymous donations can be dropped off at my mailbox at the post office.

Remember: generosity is a virtue, not a sin.

x Crowley.

madannoshashu

[ Guess who, Siren's Port. It's Xigbar, posting once again from his swanky office. The smiles he wears is gentile enough, but well- it's Xigbar. ]

Evening, Siren's Port. Since we're all in such sharing moods lately, I thought I'd make a little PSA.

[ With a flourish~ ]

The Xino E. Mao Corporation is hiring! If Newcomer affairs, public relations, or protecting people is your thing, we've got plenty in the way of positions we can offer.

We're based in Sector One so if you'd like to drop by, feel free! [ Another smile. ] Ask for Xigbar, or just give me a call. I'll hook you up.

[ He goes to shut of the feed...and pauses. ]

By the by- what does one do with a giant tank of goldfish?

Broil or sauté them?

[ He's smiling still, so it's hard to tell whether he's joking or not. ]

Thank you, and goodnight.

vaguelysauntered

[The NV turns on, showing a very sleek-looking dark-haired man with sharp cheekbones and sunglasses smirking at the camera. Even over the NV, one can tell that this is a person who knows he's better than everyone else around him- there is no uncertainty in his features, just full-on arrogance. When he finally speaks, his English accent is so smooth one can practically roll a carpet on it.]

Well, let's see here. You know, I've been going through this thing's previous posts and such, and wow, all the entries from people who have just arrived really share a lot in common. You'd think that there's some kind of checklist that we have to get through once we arrive. Like, number one, you must certainly, without a doubt, ask "where am I?" or "what is going on?" or "why have I been dragged across time and space itself to the wretched wannabe of a place that is Canada?" Because finding out things by asking people who might lie to your face instead of quietly gathering information by your lonesome is clearly the way to go.

[A pause as he lets that sink in.]

Second, you must ask where your friends or family or dog or beloved garden gnome is in this place. Which, most of the time, results in nothing but statements like "No, I haven't seen your gnome" to "Oh, yes, your gnome was here before, but I'm not sure where he's gone off to now, sorry about that".So why bother asking? No, I'm going to skip that part entirely- I've already checked the NV for the people I know and they're not here, so, just look at all the time I saved.

Third, you may either a), mention that you "can't stay here because you have something important to go back to" or b), basically give your whole life story to people because you can. I'm not doing the first option because, frankly, I'd rather not repeat the Apocalypse all over again, thank you, and I'm not doing the second one because, honestly, I'd rather keep all of you in the dark. Why in the world should I reveal who I am or what I do without knowing exactly who lives in this place?

[He grins widely.]

What I can tell you is that the name's Crowley. [He pronounces it like it rhymes with "holy".] Anthony J. Crowley. And I do not need your pats on the back or your offers to be my best friend ever or your little cheerful fake welcomes. All I need is information about the darkness at night and how this city works and other such things.

Do be nice and provide it to me. I'm sure a few of you have the collective brain to do so.

shifting

[Sam is sitting in his chair, tossing a tennis ball between his hands. contemplative. Frustrated.]

Since I've been trainin' hellhound puppies for the past couple weeks, I'd like to talk with everybody 'bout a topic I'm pretty familiar on - dogs and dominance.

Now, this is somethin' about dogs a lot of people think they understand, but really don't. For one thing, a lot of people don't understand how big it is in socialization. It's as important as it is with people, even if people aren't as ready to admit it's important to them too. We like to view everything as bein' equal, and everybody bein' on the same keel.

Well, dogs don't. Dogs like to know where they stand with each other. They like knowin' who's in charge and what's expected of them. Makes 'em feel safe, makes 'em feel secure. So there are dominant dogs and submissive dogs. And just like with people, dominant dogs can be fuckin' jerks about their power once they know they have it. They can use it to bully everybody else in the pack, just like people do with other people. Or they can be aggressive with everybody they meet no matter how they're treated 'cause they're mentally unstable, same with people.

But here's the difference - dogs don't pick fights they don't think they can win. Not the smart and sane ones. ...And right now you're probably rememberin' some time you've seen a tiny dog pick a fight with a doberman, and you're thinkin' I'm full of shit. Except that most times when that happens, that small dog's with their owner. That's a whole different matter - that's knowin' you've got backup, and a way out of the situation if you bite off more'n you can chew. 'Course, there's times a small dog'll run a bigger dog off, and that's got to do with how confident that big dog is in their size. There's times you can gruff your way through a situation on sheer posutrin', but that's a risky game. An' dogs know it. Most times, the moment the other dog proves he's not gonna buy it - which often means bitin' or a physical tussle - the smarter, smaller dog gives the game up. They crouch low and they stay quiet, 'cause it's clear they can't push their way through his situation. They don't crouch with a snarl, they don't roll over with a growl - they just fuckin' crouch low and wait for the situation to defuse. Or they run.

[He catches the ball one last time and leans forward, staring steadily] You know why they do that? Because it's not fuckin' worth it. Pushin' a situation you can't win, mouthin' off and actin' like a smartass when it's just been proved your ass can't handle what you're spoutin' is suicide. You don't challenge a healthy, strong dominant when you're weaker'n they are and you've got no one to dig you out. You just don't do it. You wait 'til they're weak, 'til they're sick, and you know you've got a chance. Challengin' before that is only goin' to tip 'em off and put them on their guard anyhow.

Now, this ain't the same as when you've got somethin' real to guard. When some bear or wolf or whatever comes into a dog's territory and threatens 'em, or their pups, or their people or their pack - that's different. Then a fight might be your only option to keep your people safe. Not always, but sometimes, sure. But when you've got nothin' at stake - when you're just growlin' at someone dangerous 'cause you don't like them, or you don't like what they do or they did, and you don't have the means at the time to do somethin' about it - you aren't protectin'. You're challenging. Which makes it a matter of proving dominance, and which means that 'less you wanna come out of it maimed or dead, you'd better know your weight beforehand.

thelightbringer

[Hello, Siren's Port. See this GIANT NOSE on screen? It belongs to this puppy here:]

[Eventually Lucifer picks it and the NV up.]

Well, I think he's ready to take on MIT now.

ace_of_knaves

[It's mid-afternoon and the Joker is curled over his NV. He looks as though he hasn't slept the last couple nights and his eyes are dark with dementia. Joker, who normally cackles his way through the worst of times, looks rattled.]

So I see the Network is once again humming with the voices of the Johnny-come-latelies.

[He jabs a finger towards the camera]

Welcome to the Port, sports. In Canada. Happiest place on earth!

Around here we enjoy harassment from the natives, human trafficking, and human experimentation. Or non-human.

[He sneers a bit, his voice humorless]

Whatever.

Oh, and there's a creepy gizmo under the city that doesn't want you to leave so dig in your heels for our neverending urban hootnanny.

[He rises a bit as if he's about to leave, then thinks again.]

One more thing, don't come looking for the dashing clown on the streets. I'm not gonna tell you where the nearest doughnut shop is, so just stay outta my way or I'll have to hurt you.

[A pause]

Second thought, if you see me, stick around enough for me to hurt you a little. Daddy needs to vent.

gammas

[ well golly who could this green woman be. she's walking and dressed in wow -- not a unitard though her hair is as huge as ever and she doesn't exactly look that happy. it's earlyish morning when she turns on the video ]

Wow, here again? Does my priorities mean nothing anymore? [ the corner of her mouth pulls and she sighs ] Right-o. So I'm She-Hulk. Shulkie. Jennifer Walters, former lawyer, bounty hunter, Avenger, Fantastic Four member, Defenders, SHIELD, Fantastic Force, Hero for Hire, Lady Liberator, aaaaaaand Fearsome Four. [ she's counting this all off on her fingers btw ]

It's a pleasure to meet whoever's still here. I already know how this all goes so no need to give me the rundown.

[ a beat as she just kind of rubs the back of her neck. ]

So, what's up?