sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: mr. gold

[she feels foolish for being captured. Of course she is grateful for the rescue, but the fact that it was needed at all makes her realize just how much she's been neglecting training]

Now that we are back in the port, I wonder if there are any swordsmen willing to teach me their skills? I am a willing student and will learn quickly.

[private to Chris Halliwell]
I have heard of this beverage called "coffee" but have never tried it. Would you like to accompany me as I do so?

crimsonpuppeteer

[The normally sour faced Lieselotte seems to be in a good mood this evening.]

Well, I cannot say that I enjoyed being dragged into the past, but I at least had some good news awaiting me when my NV came back on. It seems that Mr. Butz thought enough of me to prepare in case he ever got dragged home. I received a prerecorded message from him stating that as the house was paid for, I was allowed to stay here. After a little bit of searching I believe I found the proper documents to make it legal.

So, that is one less thing I have to worry about. There is still the problem of money, but I will begin to think about that later. I just want to rest for now. Oh and Mr. Creed, if you see this, I would still like your help sorting out his things. He left some instructions involving two specific ones, a pair of golden statues, and as he thought so much of me I would like to see his wishes carried out.

One last thing. To everyone that was nice enough to offer me your help....

[She looks away from the camera, seeming embarrassed to actually say something like this.]

..Umm.. thanks. It made me a little happy.

gtfo_mypersonalspace

[ Here's William T. Spears. He hasn't been around all that much lately. Seems that with the majority of his coworkers returning home, he has reverted to his old reclusive ways. ]

As I am sure a few of you have noticed, Grell Sutcliff is no longer in Port. He is not dead this time. His NV is disconnected so I am certain he has been sent home.

[ There's no sadness in his voice. Why? Because the point of this post is not to grieve. It's a business post. And there's no emotion necessary for that. ]

Since he is no longer here, I am looking to sell his photography studio, as well as all of the photography equipment contained there in. The studio is located in Sector 4, is in excellent condition and is fairly well equipped.

[ Hey all you past customers who got their pictures (perhaps nude ones?) taken by the mild mannered "Eric Sligby"... yeah that photographer wasn't who you thought he was. ]

I will also consider renting the lot.

Please contact me with your offer or if you would like to set up arrangements to view the studio or the equipment.

Thank you.

sees_light

[Gaara stares into the comm for a long moment. He's silent, seeming to think about what he wants to say.]

...Who is hiring?

[Perhaps not the best start for an interview. But he's never done this before. In fact, this is the first time he's really even tried to dip his toe into the community.]

I... do not have much experience with. People. [More experience with them being scared of him.] I want to change that. To be a part of this community.

To protect it, if I can. As much as I can in this place.

empowers

Everyone's talking about winter like it's something to celebrate. [ She speaks flatly, not perturbed so much as perplexed. Her brow creases, and her lips flatten into a thin line. ] It's cold. Game hibernates or migrates. Food is harder to obtain. Not here, maybe, but -- what is it that makes winter so special for you? The people who are talking about buying gifts, about how they're sick for home... I can't remember a single winter that wasn't harsh in some way or another. Why treat it like a festival?

canfindrope

...How many wolves are in this city? Werewolves, I mean. Or people who turn into animals, in general. Especially during the full moon.

I'm thinking we might need to start getting organized. I mean, there's got to be more than a few of us, right? And some of you might need help gaining control. Plus, we don't want anyone getting hurt when they transform.

If the vampires can do it, so can we, right?

[A small pause.]

...Oh. And if anyone's good at finding things, could they let me know? I'm sort of trying to start up a company.

thequeenofrose

[The video feed reveals a young girl, one with crimson colored eyes and two long, blonde twin tails tied up in black ribbons. She's dressed in an ornate dress of black, white, and red. In addition to that, she is wearing an extremely annoyed look on her face.

I had hoped to not be forced to use this device, but it seems this city is beyond even my ability to escape. It is quite troublesome, really. I've no time to waste lollygagging around a city as uncouth as this.

[Her voice is refined and cultured, the type that is used to talking down to others. While she looks young, the sound of her voice makes it more difficult to determine her actual age. Nothing about her mannerisms is remotely youthful.]

And yet it would seem I've little choice. I cannot return home, and I appear unable to simply hide myself away, so as loathsome as the idea is, I will have to be a part of what passes as 'society' here. I do not much look forward to it.

[Judging by the sound of her voice, she doesn't seem to think too much of what she's seen so far. A sigh escapes her lips.]

Those of you who I deem worthy of my time may call me Rachel Alucard. Those who I do not deem worthy of such shall be summarily ignored.

doctorfang

[The feed comes to life, and before you notice the expression, you probably note the face. It's bone-pale, with dark, bruise-like shadows set beneath golden eyes. A lock of golden hair brushes against his forehead, and he pauses, as though unsure where to begin.

That expression clears, once again replaced with the sincerity and friendliness that he opened up with.]

Hello. My name is is Dr. Cullen. [The greeting comes out quietly and softly, but with the right amount of reassurance and calm. You'll note that the face is young - way too young to accompany the title of doctor, let's be honest. But this is clearly someone who knows what he doing - when it comes to greeting people, at least. With everything else, he continues to be politely curious, and quietly baffled.]

From what I am led to believe, do I assume correctly when I say that vampires are not much of an... issue here? [He seems to hold his breath at this, curiosity blooming and anxiousness waiting, carefully in check.] Any information you have about this will be appreciated, and treated very carefully, I assure you. [He smiles again at this, grooves of dimples forming in his cheeks. Utterly charming.

And really, he is a doctor. A vampire doctor. Take with that what you will.]

petalpluck

Excuse me if this is a stupid question, but I was wondering... Is it possible to send a gift back to a person from your "world"?

hostage

Not dead and I'll be home soon, no big deal. Just some stitches and whatever. And no I don't remember anything.

[All in reference to the news.]

hostage

Aight, so I'm looking to talk to anybody who was involved with Merlotte's before Sam left. Me and him hadn't gotten to talk much right around then so I dunno what his plans or anything were, but it's looking pretty clear he ain't coming back soon and I wanna make sure some things are taken care of.

Uh, what else - Oh, yeah. Anybody good with like... decorating? I'm moving into a bigger house and I kinda never lived anywhere that big. I don't know where to start with it. I mean, I kinda know, but I'm pretty busy at work and I figure, hey, let the professionals do it.

Anybody who's looking for work, too, I'm gonna need a housekeeper. And a groundskeeper.

And I'm keeping my old place, so if anybody's getting kicked out at the end of the month, we can talk about rent if you're looking for a two-bedroom place. Well, three-bedroom if you put somebody in the attic. It's nice, I promise.

Holy shit, this is all boring stuff. I swear I'll throw a party or something soon.

inamartiniglass

[It sounds like Ms. Lynd is en route somewhere with traffic sounding in the background and the wind blowing hard over the audio. In fact, she's a little late to work due to sleeping over a certain someone's house.]

Good morning, Siren's Port. We've got plenty of interesting things planned for the end of this year and the holidays. The first thing that's coming up is a canned food drive to benefit less fortunate Newcomers or those who might need some help in having a good meal these days.

That's where Newcomer businesses come in. I was thinking, if any of you are interested, that maybe we could offer a free coupon book that includes your services to anyone who donates a specific amount. It would be a wonderful way to generate business amongst the community and to advertise.

likepaleglass

[A man’s voice, louder than it should be.]

Sophie! SOPHIE.

[A man flickers into view on camera. He’s decidedly handsome, well-groomed and dressed, a blue jewel hanging from one ear. One might almost be able to smell a whiff of hyacinth perfume. For a moment he turns the NV over and around in his hands until the viewer just gets a jumble of him – flashes of hair and hands and eyes that are strangely pale, green, reflective like glass. Finally the window comes to rest on him again, and he is glaring.]

Never hire a cleaning lady. If they come nosing their way into your life, boot them out the door, as you value your sanity.

[Hard to say if he knows he’s talking to you. In all honesty, it probably doesn’t matter. He pushes the hair back from his face, handsomely perturbed.]

All right, since there seems to be no immediate way back: I’ll need the nearest junkyard. Preferably magical. Non-magical will do in a pinch, though I’ll have to recreate my notes.

Also: A book of poetry. Promptly.

mirroredmemory

[Xion is sitting alone in her room, on the empty bed that was once Naminé's. She looks tired and pale- almost a week of bad dreams and sleeping poorly when she did, and her eyes are dull. It has not been a very pleasant two months. She's toying with a silver star pendant around her neck with her free hand as she speaks.]

It's funny... people always say that hearts are strong, that they can stand up to anything and they'll be okay in the end. I know all that, I know if you believe in someone and their heart it's a wonderful thing and it won't steer you wrong but-

If a heart's supposed to be something strong, then how do they break so easily? And why does it hurt so much when they do?

freeholding

[Two men have settled into one of the larger rooms of the Tower. One is tall and lean and looks vaguely untrustworthy, like someone you wouldn't want to share a cab with. He's got a mean-looking scar through the right side of his face, a silver pentacle around his neck, and a dramatic black leather duster hanging off his frame. He's the one seated on the floor, a circle drawn around him (was that done in chalk?) on the lumpy carpet.

The other man is far more respectable looking, but something about him would incite nervousness and distrust if you met him in person. He's older, with greying hair and eyes the color of dead grass. Dressed like a businessman in tailored Givenchy and silver cufflinks, there is nonetheless the sense of a prowling panther as he paces slowly around the outside of the circle.]

Are you ready? [says the man in the suit.]

[The one in the circle opens an eye to glare at his companion.] Are you interrupting a wizard when he's wizarding?

We're on a time table, Dresden.

A what? [The one by the name of "Dresden" squints at the other man like he's in awe of his existence.] I don't care how OCD you are, you don't have a time table yet.

Near and present danger.

Hell's bells, fine. Operation Stress-test commencing in five... four... [His voice trails off as he closes his eyes again, focusing before:] Hexus.

[There's a quick series of pops as all the lights burst into showers of sparks, power sockets go up smoke, and the NV's feed promptly goes dead.]

[[OOC: Blue font is Harry, Green font is John and they'll be replying separately to your comments!

If you'd like to play along, Harry just hexed the electrical things (lights, AC units, TVs, anything really) in their room, and the effect may spread to anyone nearby in the Tower apartments. Feel free to suddenly have a freezing cold shower or have your radio cut out, etc.]]

Current Location: Tower Apartments

seclusion

He— ...Hello? [This most hesitant of greetings comes from a young boy, from the sound of things. There's a sizeable pause before he says anything else, but no outside noises come through in the interim.]

I'm sorry - I hope this is working... I was told how to use this, but I can't see it to check for sure. I guess we'll see if I'm doing this right... Or, at least, you will. [Beat for comedic timing.

He continues on like he didn't just make a really awful joke, but his voice sounds a little more lighthearted, now, soft-spoken though he is.] Um, this place isn't anything like I'm used to. I was a little confused, because right when I came here, I could tell it was crowded, and I didn't expect that at all. But I talked to a Greeter! He was really nice, and he helped explain things to me. I don't think I've ever heard of Canada, let alone Siren's Port, but it's really something... isn't it?

Anyway... my name is Emil. The Greeter was kind enough to lead me to the building I'll be staying in, so I was able to settle in already. [That was a bit of an ordeal.] Even so, it's going to take a lot of getting used to. Normally, my butler helps me out... [With things like cooking, cleaning, and... getting dressed, because... eyes.] I - I guess I've got a lot of catching up to do. It's weird how you never fully realize how much you rely on someone until you have to start thinking how to get along without them, don't you think? Oh, but...! [That's the sound of someone recognizing they've gotten sidetracked and remembering to get back to the task at hand.] The Greeter explained a little bit of how things work, here, too. I'm going to need to earn money for food and clothing and other important things, aren't I? He said it might be best to ask, um, 'my fellow Newcomers.'

[A deep breath.]

So, I wanted to ask about - jobs, I guess. And what kinds of jobs people do, and offer, and what you need to be able to do them... I've never had a job. [He does sound a little sheepish.] Sebastian always takes care of everything, and if I'm not in my home, I don't get around very easily unless I'm with a friend. So I haven't developed very many skills... I mean, I can play piano, and I can, um... turn things into stone... [For the first time, his voice is a little bit distressed.] I don't think you can do those things for money, though.

Sorry, this is kind of troubling. Some guys offered me a money loan, but I was reluctant to take it since I was in a hurry to get inside. [Sensory overload. Going from recluse to smack dab in the middle of a city was pretty startling.] If there's anything I can do, I'll be glad to try it... I don't think Sebastian anticipated me being without him or my friends, or he'd have prepared me for this kind of thing. Just - if you have any suggestions, I'd be really grateful. Really, really grateful.

—Thank you very much. I really hope that thing was on this whole time.

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.

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.]

andproper

[Prim’s smile lights up when the com turns on at last - although it fades quickly when she turns to face the screen. Wherever she is – wherever that explosion sent her…]

Hello? [She hesitates; but if the Capitol sent her here, they already know who she is anyway. Most people did, anyhow.] My name is Prim. I’m looking for my sister; Katniss. She might be looking for me.

[She hesitates – but you can’t ask to get something for nothing, and respect a response. So.]

It wouldn’t have to be for free. I know a lot about herbs – I could help heal you; if you’re sick. Or pick out herbs for you.

janesaysdbaa

[Jane comes into focus after some fiddling with the camera. She's in her mid-twenties, pale, slim, with larger-than-life brown eyes and pink, full lips that are usually coated in red lipstick, but today are not. She settles back into the chair she's sitting in, her upper body in frame now. It's ridiculously early in the morning, but she looks wide awake. Worn, but awake.]

Good morning...if anyone else is crazy enough to be up right now. Or still be up, as in my case.
I'm Jane. I'm currently staying at Jesse's house, apparently with someone named Lisbeth but I haven't met her yet, so I couldn't tell you. Yosuke got me back in touch with Jesse. Thanks again for that, by the way. And I have your clothes. I'm just washing them first.

[She pauses to take a cigarette out of her pack, lighting it and taking a deep drag.]

This is kind of a hello as well as a see you later? I'm feeling a little bit...under the weather and I hear it only gets worse before it gets better. The pull or whatever? Anyway...the point being, I'm probably not going to be posting here for a little while. At least until I'm feeling better. I might reply to texts if I'm even feeling up for that.

[She doesn't bother to go into the fact that it's not just the pull sickness. She's just begun to go through some serious withdrawals, but she doesn't feel it's necessary to tell people about her issues. Let them judge her for other things, not that. She judges herself enough for that. Jane leaves her contact information for Yosuke ((though anyone wanting to access her via NV is welcome to do so)). But she's up and about for now, so she'll link up with whoever is around until she gets to feeling too bad.]