sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: layla delacroix

[Faith leans back, doing her best to look utterly and completely casual.] Never actually had cash for Christmas before... sort of a new experience. Not sure whether I like it yet. Someone might actually expect gifts.

[Not that she's got a lot of friends to give them to, if she stops to think about it. She'd rather not think about it.]

Anyone wanna take a girl out for the holidays? Starting to think I could use a drink. Wanna relax a bit.

empathetics

[The video feed flicks on, revealing a somewhat tense looking young man. He's blonde, with snowy pale skin and purplish shadows under his dark eyes. If you're a possessor of heightened eyesight, you may notice that his neck and jawline is heavily ravaged by crescent shaped scars, disappearing into the v of his shirt.

He's sitting in what appears to be some sort of holding cell.]

My name is Jasper Hale. [His voice is clipped, with the barest hint of a Southern accent to it.] And firstly... I'd like to apologize if I had harmed anyone at my arrival. I acted on instinct, and that clearly wasn't the correct choice.

[His tone is wry, perhaps even bitter. He's silent for a few moments.]

I hear vampires aren't quite a secret around here, and I just can't help but wonder how well that's working out for everyone.

((ooc: Okay. So at Jasper's initial arrival he was a bit of a sour grape and tried to attack some people. Long story short he got voided and is currently chilling in jail.))

showbizpanache

[So here's a Kurt looking much different than he has in the past few months. He's bright, energetic, and practically glowing. He looks just a touch guilty, though, as he focuses the camera on his face.]

Blaine's at work, but I just couldn't wait, I'm sorry--

[He holds up his hand and wiggles his finger, showing off his ring, which is now inset with brand new precious stones. He bounces up and down a little.] I'm engaged! We're engaged! Officially! [Finally.]

I'll be planning the wedding, of course, but I can't even think about it right now-- [He has tears in his eyes again. Seriously, he's been happy-crying on and off since last night.] I just can't. I'm too happy!

[He brushes a tear asway.] I'm just so happy.

integrity

[Crowley is outside, casually flicking chunks of bread at a blue chicken. Said chicken is usually the bane of his existence, as he loathes the little bastard and how it does nothing but shed and ruin his yard, but he seems to behaving himself in regards to the bird today. No insults or attempted slaughtering -- at least, not yet.]

I'm bored. And seeing as people tend to dislike when I'm bored, as it tends to lead to opening lost dimensions or starting revolutions, I thought I would offer a slight puzzle for the public -- and whoever answers first gets a cash prize.

[He tosses a casual grin toward the always hovering NV before he flicks his fingers -- and with a gentle roll of telekinesis, the chicken is sent squarely on her ass with a squawk.]

Riddle one: What is the next number in this series of numbers, starting with -- 6, 14, 36, 98, and 276? And riddle two -- and this one is the real treasure --

[And he rights the chicken with another flick of his fingers.]

Whoever is responsible for the attack that's caused such a fuss is going to get his or her liver removed by my hellhound without anesthetic, for both attacking my pet parakeet and for ruining a good suit. To those who wish to see the spectacle, give me the name and address of whoever is responsible -- and I'll hand over ten thousand dollars, cash.

[Sounds fair, right?]

Cheers.

[And the feed is shut off.]

bloodthirsts

[Seras looks quite muted today, without her usual smile and chipper air.]

This is just, ah, a quick notice.

For anyone who had fencing lessons with, or was simply a friend of Sir Integra Helsing. I'm afraid she has returned home.

So has Alucard, to any who knew him.

[A moment of fidgeting and she ends the feed.]

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Alice has set up the video so she's got her entire body in-frame. She's in a large white room, obviously in the middle of some serious construction. Tarps are spread out on the floor, and there's wood and metal piled everywhere. On the back wall behind her, a large mural of intricate curls sits half-finished.]

Well, I hate to be doing this so soon after Jinx's announcement- I don't want to steal her thunder at all- but it's been coming for a while

[Drum roll please!]

I'm opening up a bridal shop!

[She spreads her arms out and twirls, looking a little too much like a little girl. Look at it all! Isn't it beautiful?

She's just really exited about this, okay, don't judge.

Eventually she stops spinning and faces the camera again, this time with a giant smile.]

Well, it's more of a planning agency and boutique. We'll be doing planning as well as custom clothing for the wedding party. Now for the boring part.

[Except she looks anything but bored. She's practically clapping like a seal, if we're being honest.]

Right now, I'm looking for specialized employees! Specifically, I'm looking for a few seamstresses, preferably with a good, solid background in design. I'm also looking for one or two planners to assist me. I'm definitely looking for experience here. But, I might make an exception if you can really wow me.

Most importantly, I'm looking for a personal assistant, someone to do odd jobs around the office, pick up packages, take messages, that sort of thing.

If you're interested or you have any questions, feel free to ask. Resumes can be sent to my personal inbox. I'm looking forward to it.

[Jesus, she even waves bye to the camera. Someone needs a chill pill.]

in_starvation

[ Jessica has just woken up for the activities ahead at her night. Right now she's in a rumpled, overlarge t-shirt that's clearly been used to sleep in and somehow lacks the modesty to put on any pants. Whatever, enjoy the view of her legs, suckers.

She's looking over her mail. Most of it seemingly appear to be in bright red envelopes. Jessica looks at them disdainfully. ]

Man, that Sanguarian-whatever Society will just not take a no for an answer. I'm not interested in being in a vampire nest. God, people, get it together.

[ She snaps her finger at something off screen and gives a little whistle. When she speaks, she has that dopey voice that only the most dedicated dog owner would use to their own dogs. ]

Malcolm! C'mere boy, help your momma with the mail.~

[ Except Jessica isn't calling for her dog. A small, cat-sized little dragon with light blue-green scales flies into view and takes a perch on a pointed knee. She gestures the red envelopes and with a more sterner command: ]

Burn.

[ With a warble and a hiss, the dragon lets out a puff of fire and the envelopes immediately catches fire and burns to a crisp.

Shaking the ashes away from her fingertips, she turns to face the camera, while Malcolm tries to crawl over her shoulder for a higher perch. ]

And that is how you deal with spam mail.

[ She gives the dragon a little scratch behind the horns. ]

I wonder if there's like a little pet club or something, for the more weirder pets.

terminates

[ The video opens to a newly renovated shot of Mugshots Bar. Deathstroke is standing there, clad as ever in the usual armor and mask.

Today, he's all business. ]

Mugshots Bar will re-open one week from today. For those of you interested in becoming a bounty hunter, my door is always open.

I'm also hiring. If you have experience as a bartender or bouncer, feel free to drop me a line.

[ There's a brief pause. Then- ]

Ellen Harvelle has left the Port. My condolences to those of you it concerns.

[ And with that, he cuts the feed. ]

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Guess who's back, back again? Alice's back....don't tell a friend because she's pissed.

Well, annoyed. She really doesn't have it in her to get pissed off at the little things.]

So you're telling me in all this time I was gone, no one thought to go and clean up my studio? Even check up on it at all? There's dust everywhere, all of my fabric has to be washed and dry cleaned now.

There's even food and blood in the fridge that's gone so bad I think it might be alive again.

[It wasn't her food, but the blood was. Do you people have any idea how hard it is to get cow blood bottled like that?!]

Well, if anyone wants to give me a good explanation, I'll be here. In my dusty apartment.

Alone.

tinyvampiregod

[He has returned, a shadowy figure with glowing eyes and sharp fangs, all the better to eat you with, he is perplexed for a moment, a question creasing his brow before his mouth curves into a rictus grin.]

This place.. heh, I remember.

Integral. [No that is wrong.] Countess.

Seras Victoria.

[That grin might be soft for a moment, it has been decades- though it seems like a millennia, since he has uttered those names though they were a mantra, his mental fighting call as he murdered the souls in him.]

Are you still here?

showbizpanache

[Kurt is at the Community Center, looking well-dressed and businesslike. He has placed his NV in front of him and speaks cordially into it.]

I'm afraid this is a tad belated, but I'd still like to extend my greetings to any and all new arrivals in the Port. I'm Kurt Hummel, assistant director of your Newcomer Community Center, and I'd like to--

[He's cut off by noise and laughter. A group of teenagers can be seen at the window, messing around with the Darkness proofing and attempting to vandalize the Center. Kurt has an unreadable expression as he pulls away and calmly steps outside.

Once he's out there, a gunshot can he heard. He's fired one into the sky.]

GET OUT! YOUR MOTHERS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOU! GO HOME AND DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU HERE AGAIN, YOU LITTLE--

[They scatter, and he calmly re-holsters his pistol and walks back over to the camera. He straightens his clothes and sits back down.]

As I was saying, welcome. If you have any questions about life in the Port or our status as Newcomers in general, don't hesitate to let me know. Thank you!