sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: lisbeth salander

[The video's shaky when Jesse starts transmitting. He's at the baseball diamond and it's the middle of winter and he's shivering, dressed for a New Mexico summer in a hoodie that's barely thicker than the t-shirt he's wearing underneath it.]

I'm here.

[He's saying that to the NV, but his attention is away from the camera, directed to the road.]

Where's a goddamn taxi...

[He stops walking for a second and raises the NV so he can talk to it properly.]

I'm here. I'm okay. How long's it been? What year is it?

freeholding

[To say that John sounds weary is an understatement. It's been a long few days since his roommate decided to pick a fight with Castiel and found himself hideously outmatched. Keeping Dresden alive without the aid of a hospital has been difficult.]

I have been too busy to watch the network-- has someone put down the insane self-styled god yet? I ask merely out of curiosity.

... There are times when I miss the days when I didn't have to ask questions like that. [Oh, to go back to the years when all he had to do was topple the Chicago mob and install himself at the top. Simpler times.]

[A small sigh. Someone needs a nap, not that he will admit it.]

A follow-up: What besides money is currency on this island? For those who need favors and such?

fightswithpurpose

[Nelliel doesn't really know how to phrase this, but Keigo's recent entry has her determined to do something nice for him.]

I am trying to help a teenage boy find a girlfriend. He's a nice boy, but he gets very anxious and self-defeating. I thought it would be nice to help him, but I don't really know how.

For the women here - what kind of behavior, personality traits, skills, and clothing styles do you find attractive?

For the men - what do you do to prepare for a date when you are nervous and want to make a good impression?

Any advice would be appreciated. If anyone is willing to make an extra effort to help me help him, I will pay you.

[It's her holiday gift to Keigo, since he'll probably cry and whine through any manliness training she makes him go through.]

reassures

[The first thing you see is a white haired boy with red eyes in a sharp black suit. He shakes his head and sits back.] Ok, now important thing to remember. These shades operate based on thought. So don't go turning-

[His brows come down as he sighs.] No, no. Think text function, and it will kick over to translating your thoughts into words.

[He steps out of view before it clicks over.]

see like that
lets get this ready to go
floors yours

[The person Dave is talking to isn't apparent at first; they don't reply verbally while he's speaking, and a few moments after the video feed switches off, more text appears.]

like this? oh!

is it connected? the network

it needs to go there

fyi third person is not the way to go
its connected to the network
just keep going

what?

[She doesn't really get it, but instead of waiting, she posts the pictures she took of the monster that's been attacking people, but the most important one is this one.]

( heartless picture under the cut )

this thing is what's been attacking people. It attacked me, and I think it might have killed Ino. I dont know who else has been attacked.

Guns dont work on it. knives don't work on it. Im not sure what does. it was so fast

If you see it you need to escape

if you have any information about it
dont talk about it on here
come see us face to face
because crazy idea here
it might be someone on the network thats behind this and anyone can see this info
seems really dumb to blather it all out on here

((ooc; Both Dave and Nill will be replying to people!))

towerlocked

[tonight when Snow turns on the video she is wearing one of the outfits Ino managed to convince her to buy during their mall trip. She tugs on the material, feeling uncomfortable. It makes her look almost like a different person]

I'm still not certain if these clothes are "me", but she insisted. I probably won't get this caught on any tree branches... But where do I put the knife?

janesaysdbaa

Hey, it's Jane. Again.

I still feel like I've been run over by an eighteen-wheeler, but at least I got out of the house. Lisbeth took me to the underground mall so I could buy some clothes and look around at some location choices for this shop I'm planning on opening. I don't know when yet because Jesse's funding it and I still feel like death. But it's coming to fruition sometime in the near future. Oh, it's a tattoo shop. So. If anyone else is a tattoo artist, or an artist who is interested in apprenticing for me and learning how to tattoo, drop me a line and we can figure something out.

I also dropped off Yosuke's clothes, but he wasn't at the Tower Apartments so I just left them at the front desk. Hopefully you got them Yosuke? When I'm feeling better you should let me get you lunch or something. I owe you an actual thank you for everything.

I guess I have a free meal waiting for me when Los Pollos Hermanos opens.

This is becoming a list of random shit and I'm getting nauseous again so I'm going to lay down for a while.

But, feel free to drop me a line.

discretion

[It's late morning, and Franz is rather fetching in a gray three-piece suit. It appears he's stopped in the kitchen for a moment. It's a pleasant scene, nearly as put-together as a magazine scene.]

Maybe I'm just in a bit of a strange mood, but, I want to know - what are you thankful for?

I'm thankful that we, as Newcomers, have each other. And I invite any of you who've just turned up on this dreadful island to please feel free to ask me anything you'd like about life here. I'm sort of an expert.

[Franz looks thoughtful, and then amused.]

I suppose I'm also thankful that I got all of my shopping done ahead of time.

aweskerdidit

[A very slick, businesslike man is on the other end of the NV, and appears to be holed up in a location much more secure than the Newcomer apartments (it's a parking garage, shhh.) The dark sunglasses he wears hide his eyes and any clue as to what the expression on his face really means, though if you use your imagination, it might be... annoyance.]

We needn't really bother with introductions.

[And a brief, faux-pleasant smile is interrupted by a sharp, serious tone of voice.]

All I require is information. Provide me with the date, including the year, my approximate location and coordinates, and the manner by which I came to arrive here.

[And then all of a sudden he smiles again. It is not a good smile at all, looking strained and like he is trying to sound pleasant.]

I apologize for sounding terse. I've had a very long day.

Will anyone be good enough to tell me what I need to know?

itsjustafruit

[For someone who hasn't been seen on the network before (or has he? is there a certain nagging familiarity about him?) this chap looks unruffled, freshly pressed in a button-down shirt and tie, and arrogantly unperturbed behind his dark sunglasses. His accent is crisp and English and says "London, money, and education." His accent is lying, and then again, it isn't.]

There is the expected, the unexpected, and apparently there is Siren's Port. Monsters at night, super-powered people of all persuasions during the day, and this network can't even do me the decency of showing me something truly new.

The name is Crowley. [Pronounced like the black bird, "crow-ly".] Since I can't get anything new, I will take recommendations and directions to a proper bar or pub.

businessman

[Since his arrival, Gus has mostly been getting settled in: talking to the greeters, walking around the city, very literally getting the lay of the land. Now, he thinks, it's time to make his presence known.

The video turns on to show a slim, dark-skinned man standing in the exact center of the screen, wearing a dark plaid suit with a black shirt, a striped tie, and thin wire-rimmed glasses. He carefully adjusts his cuffs, and then the tie, and then the frames, and flashes the camera a smile. When he ultimately speaks, his voice is warmed by a hint of a Chilean accent.]

Good morning, everyone. My name is Gustavo Fring, although I'm going to insist that most of you call me Gus. I'm very grateful for the warm reception I've already received. If the greeters also receive messages over this network, really: thank you. You're providing a wonderful service to the city.

But most primarily, my reason for contacting you all today is this: where I come from, I used to run a chain of fried chicken restaurants -- Los Pollos Hermanos -- and I'm interested in relaunching the franchise here. I have one investor lined up, and I'm welcoming others, as well as looking for information on, well... [He chuckles sheepishly.] Just about everything, really. The greeters did an excellent job, but there's still a lot I need to be brought up to speed on. Any assistance would be greatly appreciated.

And, of course, I hope to see you all on opening day.

( Privately, to Walter White )

((OOC nota bene: Gus has been chatting amiably with greeters for the past couple of days along with doing the basic Setting Up House kind of stuff. He's mostly just been asking about local business, SERO and AGI, and a lot of questions about powers and the Core. If you want to arrange something specific or handwave some stuff OOCly, get in touch!))

aggravating

-before sirens on the 6th-

Hi. [Why look, Siren's Port, this is one very annoyed person on your NV's today. All bruised and bumped and covered in grass stains. The norm of those who just fell through the sky. Again.] I'm Tony Stark. And for those of you who may not have noticed, we've been blatantly kidnapped. I've been told this is, uh, not something new, here? That some people have been living in the magical land of Stockholm Syndrome for years without actually realizing just how bad it is?

[His bullshit meter just hit so high it practically punched a hole through the stratosphere, guys]

I need three things. First, the nearest Starbucks and not whatever coffee equivalent Canada's pushing out. I will practically marry you if you can supply me with a coffee IV drip right now. Second, access to a computer for three days straight. And it cannot be some crappy brick from 1997 that still thinks Internet Explorer is too advanced to run up to speed. Third: information on any and all major businesses that have even the slightest interest in technology advancement.

[He reaches up a hand to rub two fingers against his temple, a headache more than just coming on.] Get to it, Port. And remember: Coffee. First.

inthejunk

[Yosuke isn't smiling. He isn't frowning, either. He's carefully neutral, while he makes his announcement.]

If you're kind of squeamish, you shouldn't watch this.

[And then he counts to five silently. That's long enough, right? It'll have to be.]

I need some help training. I...if I had been training all this time, I could have done more. I thought I could pretend that things around here weren't as screwed up as they are, but I can't. I'm not standing down anymore.

Anyway, I can't pay in cash, but I can offer you a trade.

( cut for eurgh dude )

beenwaitinglong

[Diego is sitting at his desk at the prosecutor's office. There is a large stack of paperwork in front of him. He picks up the top sheet, casually sipping his coffee with his other hand.]

Thirteen suspects. Let's add it up.

One hundred and thirty counts of willful destruction of property. Twenty-six counts of arson. Ninety-one counts of assault, twenty-six counts of assault with a deadly weapon and thirteen counts of assault by misuse of powers. And last but certainly not least, fifty-two counts of manslaughter.

[A long sip of coffee.]

Now all I need is names.

astralling

When does protecting the innocent turn into punishing the guilty?

When does trying to dole out justice turn into getting revenge and playing God?

You can make arguments for any side of this, but I have to wonder if there's ever a situation where getting revenge for its own sake is right.

[Prue is planning to gently pretend that she wasn't there in the thick of the attack. She may have been glamored, and only a few people even saw her real face, but that doesn't change anything. Even if nobody else knows she was there, she knows, and she isn't at all sure that she did the right thing in joining the horde.]

momchester

[Counter to her last post, Mary is calm, composed, put-together, an iron look of determination in her eyes.]

If you've called someone and gotten their voicemail in the past three days, you need to comment here and tell me who it was.

I don't care if you think they got sent home, if they have an alibi, if they're supposed to be on a week-long vision quest, I don't care. If there's someone, anyone who you can't get ahold of and isn't absolutely definitely accounted for-

[Mary stops, folds, unfolds her hands. When her sleeve pulls back slightly, you can see a pair of handcuffs around one wrist.]

There might be another Hunt going on. We have to figure out now how many people are missing. Rationalizing where they might be, telling yourself it's not a big deal- forget that. We don't have time to second-guess.

I'm starting the list with Yosuke, Bigby Wolf, and Jesse Turner.

[Her hands are shaking a little. She grits her teeth slightly.]

Michael, everyone from last time- if you know where the grounds are, please. We need to stop this.

integrity

The citizens of this city, registered and unregistered, are somewhat pathetic.

[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]

We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.

[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]

Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.

[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]

What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?

[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.

It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.

He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]

momchester

[Mary looks... well, alive, which is a bonus, but also frazzled and exhausted, with pale skin, dark circles under her eyes, lips chapped, hair falling out of her ponytail.

But more than that, she looks haunted.]

I'm back. I'm alive. [Her lips press together in a thin line. She bows her head and talks to her knees.] No thanks to those monsters.

I don't know if anyone else made it out... there were no- [sniffing hard to avoid tearing up.] -shelters. Nothing Darkness proofed. [Head still bowed tightly.] I don't know if any of those people I fought with made it out alive, but if they didn't, I'm going to tell you all right now.

[She finally looks up, eyes welling now with tears she refuses to cry.]

They hunted us. They bound us, put collars on us, they put us in cages. They chased us and hunted us down like we were fucking dogs and we couldn't-

[she claps a hand over her mouth, breathing hard to rein in her emotions. When she opens her eyes again, there's something chilling and deadened in her eyes.]

When I died at home- the first time, before I came here... it was a demon. A demon pinned me to the ceiling and burned me alive in my baby's nursery, and I didn't feel as violated as I did those two days. In that cage. [She shakes her head intently, looking away.] Those monsters kidnapped children. They wanted to see every one of us die like dumb fucking animals.

I wonder what would happen if I prayed for them. [There's a weird look in her eyes. Something you wouldn't leave your children alone with.] It's the Christian thing to do.

Would I get their souls into Heaven, or their heads on a plate?

[With a last ugly look at the NV, she turns the ~~public~~ feed off.]

[Private to Jinx]

I found a plus one.

[Private to the angels]

Did you hear my prayer? [The one she whispered as she lay dying.] Please, tell me none of you- tell me you didn't go there. Please.

hostage

Okay, screw all this doom-and-gloom shit. Who wants to party on the beach tomorrow?

I know this is Canada and whatever but I am not letting the 4th go by without some fireworks. Who's with me?

certainproclivity

Remarkable. The sheer amount of comradeship in this city. It's almost heartwarming, I suppose. There seems to have been a great deal of loss. I've heard mixed reports about the dead here, whether they return or not, and yet everyone mourns still. Understandable- the loss of a friend is a terrible thing, but I have simply one question. Tell me, what would you do if you realized that none of this was real? Hypothetical, of course. If that's too difficult for you to think about, then consider this option. Should we ever be allowed to leave this place and staying were not an option, what would you do? The idea is simple, really. How much is the life you've built here worth to you?

[Someone is terribly bored. And playing games. :|]

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)]