sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: lee falun

I have written the same identification tags for the same guests four times now. ^hehehe We have become so very acquainted with one another, I greet them every day it seems when we meet each other again in the hospital morgue.

Though it is curious. To die every day, to wake up and know what their day holds; would it be possible for someone to do something, either for themselves or for another, to alter the flow of events~? _hahahaha What do you think- what would you do?

Two more survived today than in days past. I wonder what is to become of them.

Let us see what tomorrow brings, shall we? ^heeeeeeeeee It is quite exciting.

sonatasedge

[Backdated to morning, a couple of hours after the sirens. Soul is sitting at a small table in what looks to be a motel room where he's been staying since the tower bombings. The NV is propped up on said table and he looks at it for a moment then turns the video off with a sigh and switches to audio.]

If anyone's gonna try a different route home today, avoid the DMV. [Another small puff of air.]... At around 4PM a reckless idiot'll drive a bus outta there without looking.

Tch. Might be safer to just do the same thing over 'n over until this stops.

[Yeah, he was hit by the bus. It's kinda funny in hindsight.]

soldierfirst

All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

[Thursday evening and the feed opens with the quiet recitation, the camera angled in a way that it captures Sephiroth's shoulder and his profile as he looks out one of the second floor windows in the house he shares with his friends. He's not paying particular attention to the broadcast save for his words being directed at it; it's simply become a habit to use the video function when addressing the network.]

A fitting bit of verse for the weather, perhaps. [And perhaps for his mood of late, though few would be allowed the privilege of seeing such. He is, as ever, the General, presenting a quiet, composed front because that's what he does.]

I've heard a few people bemoaning winter and its habits. It's a bit novel in its extremity; snow certainly isn't unfamiliar to me, but in Midgar there was rarely an extreme of any type of weather. I suppose as an island the Port is lucky, for the fact that if necessary, snow can be brought to the sea.

How are those in the Towers fairing? I am not the only one who has volunteered to teach arrivals to defend themselves if they may need it, and I invite those interested to speak here. I am certain that one of us will be able to coordinate with you for lessons.

[He leans forward to cut the feed -- which is largely what happens, save for a private message sent to a certain doctor.]

[Private to Daedalus Yumeno]

Doctor Yumeno, I wish to proceed with what we had discussed.

[ooc: also, if I have missed anything you wanted to continue that's still on LJ, give me a poke about it. I'll admit to not checking in over there because it's become unreadable and hard to load, but I'd love to continue on this host once the import goes through.]

seaphonic

_{[The feed comes on with a splash as the NV is fished out of water, water droplets obscuring the view for a moment as Syrena squirms and sets it up on the edge she can reach of the chipped ceramic vanity in the tiny bathroom she's been confined to. She's topless, as usual, only this time her beautiful golden tail can be seen in full view, crammed into the bathtub she's stuck in, the fin hanging over the edge. Sliding back into the bath with a splash she reaches into a bucket beside her, pulling out a fish, skewering it on a finger. She looks, well, rather unhappy, but wouldn't you be if you were a mermaid in a tub?]}

I do not like the bathtub.

_{[An irritated little hiss slips her as she takes a bite from the fish, chewing it slowly.]}

This is the second time I have been in a bathtub. The first time was with Mary. She washed my hair. I had legs then. It was far more comfortable.

_{[Without much ceremony, Syrena stuffs the rest of the fish in her mouth as she shifts again in the water, dipping her fingers in to splash it up over her shoulders and neck.]}

Captain Jack Sparrow decided I was to be rescued from the ice and water because of the snow. I did not want to be saved. There was no need for it. I would have been safe beneath the water until the storm had passed.

_{[She seems to slip down again, tail sliding out of the water even more as she slumps her shoulders together, reaching over the side of the tub to grab...a can of tuna? She pierces the metal tin with her nails, prying the top open. Without any hesitation she dips her fingers in, shoving pieces of the white meat past her lips. It doesn't take long for her to finish and when the can is clean, she whips it away violently.]}

I am tired of being held captive in tiny places. The first time it was a glass box and now I am confined to a bathtub. I am tired of eating the same fish and fish in metal containers. I want squid or clams. Jellyfish. Lobsters or crabs. Seaweed. Even a hot dog or a twinkie. _{[Wait what? Blame Pickles for introducing her to the latter.]}

I want to taste the salt of the sea. This water is not salty at all.

I do not know how long I have been here. Jack Sparrow, return me to the sea. I will die if I am forced to stay in this bathtub any longer.

Siren's Pull

Entries tagged with c: lee falun

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