03 April 2006 @ 06:21 pm
 
Norrington walks in for the first time since the Mistwraith curse, with a slightly wary glance around the room when he realizes where he is.

Then he shrugs philosophically and heads for the Bar.
 
 
26 March 2006 @ 04:25 pm
 
[OOM: Horrid stuff going on in the infirmary. Mainly there for Hilliways pups.]
 
 
21 March 2006 @ 07:54 pm
 
She watches the fireplace, hypnotised with terror.
smoking air and charring wood
She hasn't moved from her spot in some time.
bubbling flesh and boiling blood
 
 
Current Mood: scared
 
 
22 February 2006 @ 12:26 am
 
Anthy's in a booth, staring into space.

As an unfortunate result, she doesn't notice Chuchu scarfing down her dinner.
 
 
23 January 2006 @ 08:13 pm
Antigone has been keeping a very close watch on the bar to make sure that it stays right where it is, and that no dark dimensions with macabre spirits and low standards of sanitation have a chance to weasel their way in.

But after awhile, even paranoia grows tiresome, and so she is drawing idly on the back of a scrap of paper.

It's covered in haphazard scribbles and dark shadows, in the hazy shapes of children and writhing insects. A bed chained to the floor, a treacherous flashlight, fire.

Here and there, a strange symbol recurs: it's a sort of triangle inscribed within a circle.

Only half-aware of it, she starts to write.

thief
help me kill me help me mama

drop dead




[OOC: All imagery and fun phrases belong to ... well, Silent Hill, perhaps, but also Furikku. Yay Furikku and her plot. ^.^]
 
 
15 January 2006 @ 08:50 pm
 
After his ordeal, Harper landed in the bar, his whole body sweaty and shaking.

The wounds from his shoulder and thigh were gone, though, and so were the chemical burns on his face.

"Oh heaven, you do have mercy, thank the Divine, thank everything, thankyouthankyouthankyou."

What the hell had that been? A hallucination?

He knew he'd seen the kid though, the little girl in the shadows.

Still shaking, he managed to climb to a stand with the aid of a table and chair, and made his way to the bar. Quickly and rather manically, he scrabbled for some paper, since there was a dearth of flexies in his pockets. He wrote down the following in an extremely shaky hand, with the spelling of a second grader:

Attenshion, to Sekurity and whoever else is in charj of this wakky place: )

There was another note. This one he didn't expect would ever be read, but it was worth a shot:

alesa-- )

Leaving the notes with the bar, he staggered off to the garage to sleep in the Maru, preferably while jacked in, so he had no dreams.
 
 
07 January 2006 @ 05:52 pm
 
Tahiri in the bar, with hot chocolate.

She's looking much better than she did a few days ago-- cleaned up all the mud, washed her hair, and had a good meal or two. She's still not sure what on earth that dream/nightmare was about or why she woke up with a videotape, but she has decided to stop thinking about it for now.

Instead, she is doing as Master Skywalker ordered and is reconsidering her commitment to the Jedi Order.

That's probably why she's looking rather frowny at the moment.
 
 
06 January 2006 @ 06:42 am
 
Ben Hawkins made his way inside, from outside. He was venerably coated in icy precipitation, although for the purpose of this cold weather he had aquired further clothing than usual. Nicotene addiction calmed and having eaten previously, he sat down for a round of people watching. And then perhaps drinking.

[OOC: Slowtiming will be a definite must, what with crazy-go-nuts schedule.]
 
 
15 December 2005 @ 01:27 pm
Sky was in a booth near the wall and near shadows. He suddenly bolts upward, hands in front of him as if holding guns and just screaming. His chest rises and falls extremely quickly and a sincerely spooked look is on his face.
 
 
Current Mood: OMGWTF!!!11!!1
 
 
12 December 2005 @ 12:51 pm
 
A girl steps from the shadows.

Was she there all along? Who can tell? Would anybody notice a young stranger in a crowded place, anyway?

She stands, indecisive, on the edge of everything: shadow, light; solitude, people.

This place... will it happen again? The cleansing of the world...

[OOP: Plotlocked.]
 
 
Current Mood: anxious