sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: pegasus j. crawford

[The familiar, fresh-faced boy with neatly combed hair is sitting in front of a desk lamp that gives off warm light. He's wearing a button-down shirt and a vest that gives off more of a vibe of times gone by than hipster parents. He smiles gently at the camera.]

So the other day one of my idiot friends subjected me to a particularly stupid lecture about how I've been behaving here in the city this last year and a half. It was annoying [grin] but it did get me thinking.

I haven't been very honest - [a bit of an eyeroll] like anyone ever is - but it's starting to really get in the way of things. My stupid friend seems to think I'll make even more stupid friends if I'm honest, so, here goes.

The truth is, I was born in the 18th Century. I've been a child like this ever since I drank the elixir of life in 1711 . The last time I visited home, it was the year 2002. I'm over 300 years old.

[His voice pitches upward: cute, sweet, never touched by aging.] Sorry I lied. I thought if people knew, they'd try to hurt me. It's happened in the past. [He won't admit that it's pretty easy to manipulate people with that cute face of his, too.]

One more thing. My name's not Benjamin, it's Czeslaw. Czeslaw Meyer.

I've had a lot of fun meeting all of you.

in_a_dark_wood

With all these murders and Newcomer hunts....shit...

[The sound of him scratching his head]

It's like there's no end to the constant crap here. I'd say we should all have a party and blow off some steam but last time we did that they found ways to complain about it.

I guess what I'm sayin' is....Damn...

[A sigh]

Just try to keep tabs on each other, okay? Stay strong and stuff. I'm not too good at these pep talks.

[A long pause]

And...uhm...Unrelated, but does anyone know how a guy can get some quick cash around here? For his own place? I tried looking into jobs but people aren't too hot for us Newcomers lately.

blondandperfect

[Audio]

[Hello port, welcome to Hattie's Drama Session #834,329, live. It's important because she is a special snowflake, see. You're greeted with the sound of grumbling, a slam of the door, and heavy stomping along the floor. Moments after there are some voices:]

Hattie? How did things g-

GO PLAY IN TRAFFIC!!

[Seriously, Ella, you should know better by now. That bit is followed by stomping up a stairwell, a slamming of another door, then finally a muffled, frustrated shriek- Presumably into a pillow. There's about three minutes to let this awkward moment sink on, or move on to something else.]

[Video]

[Hattie is sitting on her bed, with the biggest pout she can muster, with her arms crossed.]

It's been a year. A whole year and nothing's changed. I am so sick of this place!

[Another moment of silence, followed by a sigh of resignation.]

Does anyone like brownies? I made too many, and I don't want them anymore.

in_a_dark_wood

[Dante is sitting on a bench in a park somewhere. The breeze is blowing his hair and he's smiling a strangely contented smile. One knee is hiked up with his chin resting lazily upon it as he looks down at the hand holding the NV.]

You know....I've gone through a lotta bullshit since coming here. This place is basically Fucked City. Really. It's that bad.

But...

[His eyes drift downward thoughtfully.]

But the people here can be pretty cool. It's the people, not the city, that are worth protecting.

[There's a long period of silence as he considers something, then he looks up again, lowering his knee and sitting a bit more upright.]

I'm Dante, by the way.

((ooc: Dante's permissions post))

laurice

[The feed switches on to Larry standing just outside his house with a frenzied look on his face. And that's not all. His hair is green (almost reminiscent of the time he was Jokerized last year), his eyes are aglow as if he were a lamp someone switched on, his lips are purple, and his cheeks are flaming red as if he had been kissed on both cheeks by the hottest woman he could ever imagine.

Oh, and when he speaks, you will have a nice view of that bright orange tongue. His voice is frantic and possibly a little ticked. Okay, pretty ticked.]

Niiiiick! Edgeyyyyy! Where are you guys?! You never come around to visit anymooooooore! We were supposed to have lunch that one time but it snowed and everything and c'mon, we gotta do something together!

Oh man, and I want orange juice and the saltiest popcorn I can find...and uh, I don't have any OJ in my fridge...hang on a sec...ummm...

[While still clutching his NV, he strides toward the nearest tree in the vicinity, opens his arms, and wraps them around the trunk. As he does so, his hair slowly fades back to its normal brown color, but of course, he doesn't notice. What he does notice is that his NV was open while he hugged that tree.]

...l-look, it's not what it looks like! I'm not a hippie or anything! [DEFENSIVE MUCH, LARRY?] I just...kinda had to do it...maybe it was the candy...

preciouspearl

Um... hello, everyone.

[Now that she's not sick anymore, not that her friends aren't sick anymore, now that she's been here for a good three months now, Pearl turns on the video with determination. A nervous-looking, nail-chewing, hesitant determination, but she's got a purpose today.]

I'm looking for a waterfall that I could go to. Does anybody know if there's a waterfall near the city?

awakenings

I know that there have been several complaints filed in the past few days about the police coming into the Tower Apartments and going through the belongings of Newcomers. Please, understand that this is not something we can avoid. In fact, no Newcomer officer is allowed to touch this case and we aren't even capable of responding to any sort of distress call from anyone in the Towers if they relate to this incident.

[She sounds calm, surprisingly, though there's venom in her voice.]

Rest assured, this matter will be thoroughly looked into when the young girl is found. Any and all complaints will be investigated. But for now, I hate to say it...but there's nothing that can be done. Don't let that dissuade you from lodging a complaint or speaking up about it, however.

And if anyone has any information on the girl, if you see anything suspicious, anything at all, please come forward or drop a tip on the hotline.

[She knows very well how the police can treat Newcomers even when they're on their "best behavior". She's going to bring it up in the department once all of this is over, though her priority is on finding the girl.]

To those of you who are new and are wondering why I'm wasting my time, my name is Re-l Mayer, Corporal Officer of the SPPD. I've been in this city for two years. I also work as a Newcomer case worker and I'm here to help you with whatever you might need, whether that be a job, housing, finances, etc. My office is always open and you can reach my NV at any time.

[Probably a bad idea but she'll go with it.]

If there's anything else I can help with, please let me know.

( Encrypted to the NPP Head Board Members )

( Filtered to the SPPD cops )

( Encrypted to Sherlock Holmes and Red Robin )

safeguarded

[When the feed comes on, it's pointed at two teenagers curled up together on a bed, fully clothed and wakeful. The boy looks at the other occupant of the bed with a warm smile before beginning to speak.]

I've been here almost a month now. It's still a little surprising. I definitely didn't expect to be welcome with the plague, but I guess that's just about my luck. [The small laugh is barely humorous, and he steals another glance at the girl.]

But for everyone who helped me when I first arrived, I'd like to thank you. The girl I was looking for is here now.

[ And the girl, not the prettiest in the world, seems rather content with where she is. She doesn't really smile, so much as her face is calm and no longer drawn and wrought with stress. Her head rests against the crook where his shoulder and chest meet, but she tilts it just so, to look at his face. She doesn't have too much to say, really. ] I want to thank you for helping him, too. [ While she wasn't here to protect him. ] And for making sure we could find each other.

( non-ic cut for length! )

[ooc:This is Katniss and this color's Peeta!]

rapturescreed

[It’s been a long month, and Raul understands that. It’s all been tiring, and with everyone sick, not a lot of work has been able to get done. He’s been working around the clock, just as much as the doctors; perhaps not on the same thing, but in the end, work was work. He’s tired, but so long as everyone else is doing their part, he will do theirs.]

I almost forgot the anniversary of my arrival here. It’s been two years since I last saw my home, but in that time, I’ve come to consider Siren’s Port my true home. It’s a place that, while acknowledging its problems, does open its arms to everyone who arrives. I’m not talking about what the original citizens of the port say, nor what they do. But this city takes us in. It provides shelter even in the darkest of times. It gives us abilities, even when it doesn’t have to; in fact, this place could have taken away several abilities from Newcomers, and instead, they have enhanced them. This is a home to so many of us, and for some, it is our only true home, now.

So when something like this outbreak decimates, not only the Newcomer population, but the port’s population as well, there is a time for sadness. There is a time for grief. Everyone has faced tremendous adversity during this past month, whether it was from the disease itself, or from those who would have sooner let Newcomers die then help their fellow man. There is a cure out there, and we are not allowed to touch it until everyone else has gotten it. Even with this terrible news, I know something that the rest of the population doesn’t; I know that we can survive. I know that we as Newcomers will survive this, and find the will to live past what many hope will be our expiration date.

And that is cause for celebration. We are all alive, and we’re slowly on our way to recovery. This past month took us all into the darkest part of our souls, showing us what we fear, and what we thought we would never be able to move past. But we did. We did. And out of all this darkness, there needs to be a beacon of light. Something for people to look forward to.

[Gives the barest of smiles.]

And that’s what the Newcomer Political Party wants to give. A celebration, that we are all still here. I’m pleased to announce the first annual NPP Block Party. For those who don’t know what a block party is, I understand that feeling. I had no idea what it was until I looked it up, myself. But a block party is much like a carnival, or a fair; they close off a block or two, and set up stalls, stages, and games, for everyone to wander around at, and have fun. The simplest explanation is: We’re throwing a party. A big party. A party that everyone can come to, not just Newcomers.

This event will be taking place on June 7th, and going on till June 10th, and will be in the block that the Newcomer Community Center is at. Since we do have to be attentive of the Darkness, this party will start at 11 am, and go till two hours before sirens; that should give plenty of time for everyone to take down their stall, and put it all into storage at the community center, before the darkness comes. This is also why we’re holding it for four days; we want everyone to come and have fun, especially on days that they are free.

But, we need help. This won’t be able to take place unless we have people willing to help out. If you wish to help, know that you won’t be working every day of the block party; like I said before, we want everyone to come and have fun. But we’re looking for people willing to help set up, to run games, to provide entertainment on our stage, to give food, to help promote the block party, and to help organize it. The NPP is also offering a deal; if you or your business want, you can rent out a stall or two from us. With your stall, you can promote your business. You can hand out fliers, you can have games, you can give out items, or food, or anything you would like.

And yes. Alcohol will be served, for those who are of legal age. [Smirks.] I hope to see you all there. This is a celebration of life, and all of you deserve to have it.

[ooc: Plotting info is here!]

in_a_dark_wood

[The NV is looking up at the ceiling of a room in the Tower Apartments. Dante's voice comes lazily from off screen.]

I dunno what's causing this sickness. If it's guilt or whatever. And frankly? I don't give a damn.

[The sound of bare feet padding across the floor followed by the distant tinkle of a glass being filled.]

Nope. What I'm more interested in is how this all started. Whatever this disease is, it's not exactly normal. It has to have come from somewhere. Or someone.

I think someone's fucking with us.

[Dante pads into view, looking down at the NV. He's just stepped out of the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. His features are haggard and he's clearly been ravaged by the disease in question. Luckily for him, the interference of a certain golden lion has restored some of his energy and he is no longer dying.]

[One hand is raised across his chest, grasping a small glass of something that appears to be alcoholic. He lowers the hand, offering a better, but only momentary, view of his bare torso when he realizes he has accidentally set the device to video instead of voice. If the gesture seems like he's showing off, it's because he is. Then he steps away again and there's the sound of him landing, rather than sitting, on his couch.]

Question is who? And why?

[There's silence as he considers his own question. The glass makes a tinkling sound again as he takes a sip.]

Hm. Well. If ya got it, just try to rest. Worrying about it will only make it worse.

((Dante's permissions post))

in_a_dark_wood

[The video shows a young man with silver hair. He's holding the NV in one hand and his chin is resting in the other. He is sitting at a table in a cafe somewhere, and his handsome features are marred with the sort of exhaustion that comes with running a circuit race all night instead of sleeping.]

So...

[He drums his fingers against his cheek and a hand reaches into view to refill the coffee cup in front of him. He sits back to give the waiter room, then resumes slouching when the hand retreats.]

So, I guess I got a party invitation I couldn't turn down, eh? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a nice city you guys got here. I really dig how people throw rocks at me, you know? Really helps a guy feel at home. Oh, yeah, and the monsters coming out at night.

[He drops his hand away from his chin to the table and he smiles a bitter smile.]

I don't know who'd want to drag me all the way out here. Whoever you are, you'd better explain yourself, you kindapping fuck, or I'll-

[The waiter's arm appears again, lowering a personal pizza down in front of the young man who looks at it and blinks as his train of thought derails]

-...Hey! I said no olives!

[The waiter mutters something then walks away and the young man sneezes]

....Dammit...

[And the feed ends]

((OOC: Dante's Permissions Post))