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[Snow turns on the feed sometime in the early afternoon, and is sitting at her desk at Channel 7 Action News.]

With all the absolute craziness that's been happening lately, this place actually has more news then it knows what to do with. A news station that has enough news, I never thought I would see the day.

[She taps her pen on the desk.] But with some things going on... I suppose I should be working on my investigative skills more then my writing. But.

[Smiles slightly.] Talking to someone on Valentine's Day got me thinking of something that's happening in this port. We've got those new people in charge of bounty hunting, and they seem to be encouraging more people to pick up a mask and cape and go out in the darkness and start saving people. And I know that we have more of these caped crusaders then we've had in the past few months. It's also been in the news that the government here might be cracking down on this influx, and possibly outlawing vigilantism, if only by starting to fine them.

What this means is, I got the network to sponsor a set of articles, televised interviews, and a look into the masked vigilantes in the port. And not just vigilantes; I know we have a lot of criminals in the port going around and wearing masks, too. The network will take anything I can get on this subject, and really, if anyone knows anything about these so called "superheroes"? Whether you know something about them here, or about them back home...

I'm going to work on getting the record straight. I'm not asking for names, and I'm not asking for sensationalist stories. I'm looking for true accounts of what people have been through, here and back home. So, anyone on the network who wants to talk about it? Call me on my NV, and we'll set up a time for an interview. I could use some help with some video cameras, too, if anyone's interested.

Thank you.

[Private to Bigby]
Before you say anything, there's something going on that I need to talk to you about.

[Private to Rochelle and Lois Lane]
We've got the building, and I got a friend and fellow Newcomer sympathizer to donate equipment. I guess we need to figure out what to do, now?

[Private to Kevin Ford]
Do you know how to work a video camera?
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[Well... long time, no see, Wolf.

Of course, he's looking far worse for wear than he was in his last message. He's currently incarcerated, after all. The cell is dim and dark, and Wolf's dressed in a prisoner's uniform. His eyes are bleary like he's been crying. Which he has. Hysterically.

And is very close to doing again, too.

His words are punctuated with sobbing, dog-like whimpers, and the NV shakes as he holds it.
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Aroooooooooooo! Ohhh, it's terrible! My Leah is gone! My poor, pretty lily Leah is gone!

They told me they think I did it! They said they've got evidence! They're gonna burn me for sure! Hrrrrrrrrrrrrr... A girl dies and a wolf burns, that's the way it always goes! No matter how many times I tell them I couldn't- I wouldn't have...

[He sets the NV down on his cot, tears spilling from his eyes.]

Please, please! You all have to believe me! You saw how much I loved her! I'd never kill my beautiful little Leah! Never, ever, ever! Call the police and tell 'em I'm innocent!

Ohhhhhh, they're gonna burn me! They're gonna throw the book at me and I'm gonna burrrrrrr-hur-hur-hurrrrrnnnn.... OOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Another miserable howl, and he hangs his head, rubbing his sweaty, stringy hair out of his eyes.]

Please, someone help me! Somebody has to help me!
sheepworrying: (Hey shut up over there)
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[Wolf is sitting in his living room, lounging back on his old sofa. In his mouth is a chicken bone, apparently from the chicken carcass sitting on the coffee table beside him. Oddly enough, it doesn't look like the chicken was cooked.

He sighs, picking his teeth with the bone and glancing at the NV.
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City life is making me soft.

[He sits up, launching into a dramatic monologue complete with occasional rolled r's.]

Back home, I didn't have a house or a place to call my own. I was a man of the wilderness, open and frrrree, every day the new beginning of a new adventure! I woke up with the sun and slept under the moon, I dined on the fish and fowl and the fruits of the earth as I found them! Every town was something new, new places to see and people to avoid and beautiful young ladies to admire! OH!

[A sudden snarl.]

But here-- look at me! [He gestures at himself.] Just look! I'm a house dog, here! I'm just a normal old sadsack peasant with my normal old job and my normal old apartment, submitting to the same daily grind I used to pity people for!

[He sighs miserably, gnawing on the chicken bone. Finally he glances up at the camera.]

I want... I want excitement. I want excitement and danger, thrills and drama, I want a rrrrrrromance! I want to drink sweet wine and eat fine foods and enjoy every moment of it! There's a whole city out there that nobody ever pays attention to in our constant trials to stay alive and keep our heads down and make enough money to keep the companies off our backs! Blah, blah, BLAH.

I want to go out tonight and MAKE something of the night! Not just tonight, but every night!

Well- no, wait, I can't really say every night, because I do love my early bedtimes on occasion, hahaha, but SOME NIGHTS.

How about it, huh? Let us Newcomers go out and LIVE our lives instead of hiding inside! When the lights go out and the darkness comes out-- that's when WE'LL come out, my friends!

Who's with me!?

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