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[Nov. 27th, 2010|06:37 pm]
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Eleven is pacing, anywhere, everywhere, he's pacing. When he gets outside, he kicks small stones that get in his way while he's pacing. When he paces inside, he's dragging his hand across the walls, tables and chairs that are around him.
Finally he stops pacing.
"This is ridiculous. Is this what being human is like? It's so boooring, stuck in the one place, I'm sick of it! Sick of it!" He starts talking to the roof, "Alright, you've had your fun, can I get out now? Please? Because I've got things I could be doing, Very Important things? Does that sway you at all?" he pauses, "No? Damn." and he throws himself into a chair and starts sulking, and if there's one thing worse than a bored Time Lord, it's a sulking Time Lord. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2010|07:07 pm]
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There is always a chance of getting your heart broken, by friends, family or partners but does that mean that we should not take the opportunity to meet new people and gain more knowledge on how to be a better person?
"Hello." Lisa was welcomed to silence so she shouted a little louder, questioning anybody who could hear. "Is there anybody here?" The last thing Lisa could remember was dropping Ben off at soccer but now she had no idea where she was but she most certainly knew that Ben wasn't with her and that she wasn't in the place she was last.
Looking around she found herself in some kind of lobby, no windows were visible though which had her a little worried, at this point she was unsure of whether to stay where she was or run to find some kind of help.
"Where am I? Anybody?"
Typist: Lisa Braeden, from SUPERNATURAL, lost and more then worried. |
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[May. 27th, 2010|02:27 pm]
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With a sort of shuddering noise, a blue police box comes into existence in the forecourt of the hotel, and out of the box falls a lanky young-looking man wearing a tweed jacket and bow tie. The door shuts immediately after him, and he whirls around in surprise, "Amy? Amy!" but there is no response.
He tries to fit a key in the door, but it won't budge, "Come on dear, not now" he says quietly to the box, which offers no response, "What am I supposed to do here?"
With a sigh, he spins around to get a good look at where he's arrived, which is certainly not where he was aiming for, but he supposes while he's here, he ought to find out what's going on.
The Eleventh Doctor, from Doctor Who.
So... no new posts since last year? Ah well, I had the time and the inclination, so let's see what happens :D |
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[Oct. 25th, 2009|10:44 pm]
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Jim Hawkins sits on the beach outside the hotel, an array of bits of metal and machinery salvaged from anywhere he could find it spread around him. There's not much, but enough for his purposes. Morph floats around him, occasionally transforming into small hand tools when the human requires them. He's building a solar surfer, perhaps not as polished as the one he had back on Montressor before the voyage, but when he's done with it, it will work and he can always work on refining it as he finds more useful pieces. He talks to Morph as he works, his thoughts about the hotel and the very few people he's managed to encounter and how good it will feel to be flying again, but he certainly wouldn't mind company other than a small floating jello blob. |
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| Double the Cute - Double the Fun |
[Sep. 26th, 2009|08:43 pm]
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If one were to venture to the kitchen area, they would run into two different messy-haired males.
In the kitchen itself is Michael, who's making a turkey sandwich and trying to imitate the sandwiches his mom makes. It's harder than expected. After taking a bite, Michael decides that no one can make anything quite like a mom can. Still, the sandwich is quite good. With a shrug, he grabs a diet pepsi and sits at the table, whipping out a Captain Astro comic to read at his leisure.
Near the kitchen, sitting on the floor in a quiet hallway, Dick Grayson can be find in silent contemplation. He's looking like he's back to his old self again, but something is clearly on his mind. Every now and then he makes the smallest of shifts to get get more comfortable, then he rests his head in his hands.
Typist: Open post! Tag one, or tag both if your pup is on a journey to the kitchen. Michael is friendly as always and Dick might appreciate a distraction. |
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| The salt on the skin and the wind in your hair |
[Sep. 10th, 2009|11:55 pm]
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If people haven't noticed yet, there is a pirate ship out docked in the cove. This ship would be one Flying Dutchman, and the captain is actually aboard his ship for once. (He got bored of making swords.) One thing he didn't get bored of, however, is practicing swordplay, and so there's a sword leaning up against somewhere. Hikaru Sulu has been practicing as well, and he and Will are currently enjoying a few bottles of rum, seated atop the railing of the ship. They're quite amenable to being bothered, so if anyone's outside, feel free. |
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| Not Quite Goose-Stepping Through The Door ... |
[Sep. 3rd, 2009|03:21 pm]
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( CUT FOR SPOILERSCollapse )
Funny. This doesn't look like the cinema at all. There's a distinct lack of Swastikas and movie posters - but maybe something had happened while he was away. Still, something isn't quite right, but Hans is fairly certain that even an idiot could figure that one out. With nothing else to go on, he makes his way towards the front desk.
"Hello? Is there anyone here?"
Typist: Presenting to you, Col. Hans Landa of the SS. From the FANTASTIC FILM Inglourious Basterds. Enjoy. I will try to keep spoilers to a minimum. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|09:15 pm]
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"Morph? MORPH! Get back here!" A boot hopping along on its own quickly enters the hotel, pursued by a teenage boy too absorbed in pursuing his shoe to notice the change in surroundings at first. He's not quite sixteen, and his brown rattail swings wildly behind him as he dives to catch the runaway boot. What appears to be a pink blob of jello flies out of the boot, giggling madly in a high-pitched voice as the boy glared at it. "Morph, you have got to stop stealing my boots." He sighs as he pushes himself up to sit and put the boot on, but abruptly freezes with his foot halfway in as he finally notices that he isn't where he thinks he is. "...Uh oh."
Mun: James Pleiades Hawkins from Treasure Planet, and his little alienjelloshapeshifterthing Morph. Taken post voyage but prior to the final scene of the movie. And maybe LJ won't randomly blank out my entry this time... |
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| intro, spoilers ahoy |
[Aug. 10th, 2009|08:22 pm]
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Lieutenant Blair Williams didn't know what to do with herself. She paced back and forth outside the tent, fighting back tears. She couldn't show further weakness, not now, not when he was inside...
Blair closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had to be there for him until the very end. Steeling herself for the depressing sight on the operating table, she pushed the curtains open. Her head jerked back at the brand new sight-- clean floors, so clean she could see her reflection inside. This was like nothing she had ever seen in her life.
"Kate?" she called. "... Marcus?" Stupid, like he'd even be here. Wherever here was.
ooc: From Terminator Salvation. Will try not to spoil, but I can't promise anything. :\
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| The Good, The Bad & The Crackplotty |
[Aug. 9th, 2009|10:29 pm]
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The hotel has been unbearable boring, even for Dr. Jonathan Crane. He's spent much of his time lately up in his room, tinkering away at various mixes and sprays, and now he feels they're ready to be put to use. Upon making sure the kitchen is deserted, Jon slips in to spread his wears. He adds the toxins to the majority of things people use - sugar, salt, pitchers of iced tea, etc. - and smiles to himself. Perfect. When he's finished, he slips back to his room, as if he'd never been there in the first place.
Now, all he has to do is wait.
Typist: CRACKPLOT YAY. Okay. This crackplot is focused mainly towards Heroes and Villains. If you still want to include your pup, though, you're more than welcome to. BASICALLY: If you're a good guy, you will turn, well, into a bit of a villain (and the opposite works for bad guys). I'll leave it to the typists' to decide how extreme the change is. Also, use your imagine when it comes to what your pup eats. Enjoy! -- You can also decide how long it lasts, too. |
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