3 ☽ text

Aug. 18th, 2014 09:58 am
resent: (Default)
[personal profile] resent
[ cora's going to make this nice and quick. after experiencing a normal life as a teenager, sans the canines, and having a repeat performance as herself, cora's beginning to feel a little on edge. as there's no alphas to hunt down and try and lure into a violent dance, cora's had to make do with herself — and similarly to how she feels about being stripped down to the bare essentials that come with being human, she's angry about it. nothing feels enough. nothing ever is enough. not while she's here, not while she has time to actually stop running and fighting. ]

Is there a gym? Getting tired of running outside. Sticks and stones.

[ may not break her bones but they sure as hell bruise as badly as being human and liking it does. running out in the woods isn't punishing enough, unfortunately. even if she wished for a silver bar in her room, it seems to disappear each time cora wakes up. it's as if her own room won't allow her to work herself to the bone. ]

I need a sparring partner. Prefer it to not be Thumper.

[ there's too many rabbits out in the woods. she's not going to bother asking any takers?. ]
truesight: (pic#7565105)
[personal profile] truesight
I like that the assumption is that because we're here, Wonderland is doomed to face some terrible, agonizing, apocalyptic fate.

[ ehhh it's a pretty good assumption. if enough demons decided to get together and well, wreck shit, they could. but that's not the point here. ]

Meanwhile, a very real threat that could kill every single one of us with a few snaps of its jaws has been looming for moooonths and months and months, and nobody's doing a thing about it. Crazy right? But we're the problem. Keep telling yourselves that.

Oh, and the Jabberwocky says "hello", by the way.

03 | Voice

Aug. 1st, 2014 01:04 pm
notrequiredtomakesense: (Idiots. Always Idiots.)
[personal profile] notrequiredtomakesense
[So Tybalt is still pretty freaking bored. Being a cat, this is not a good thing for the most part, though he's too faerie to really do destructive cat things.

Instead, he just pokes at people to see what happens. Today he at least as two reasons for poking.]

Do all the floors in this mansion smell like wild dog, or did I pick the one floor that does? It reeks and there are only so many air fresheners one can stick in your room before that's almost worse than what you're trying to cover up. And of course those air fresheners won't work beyond my door.

[The joys of super senses.

And no he's not mentioning what floor. He's bored, not stupid.

You're welcome, Teen Wolves.]
seizurings: (Default)
[personal profile] seizurings
[It had been weird to be back in high school - go through the motions of what it was like to be as close to normal as possible. It was foreign to her, having never had a normal day in her life back home. That was something she'd accepted, who wanted to be normal? Normal was blissfully, wonderfully boring... Normal was getting your driver's license and starting to look at colleges. Normal was not having to deal with seizures and werewolves and side effects of medications. Normal was going on a date and worrying about an upcoming test. It wasn't meant for her - fate had seen to that.

This event had just been salt in the wound, one more reminder by Wonderland of things she'll never have, things like prom. She'd been doing so well suppressing her bitterness at it all, the jealousy she felt for people that had a home to go back to when they left here, not just death.

Sitting in her room, she picks up the communicator, needing an outlet for her emotions.]

You'd think if Wonderland was going to screw with our memories and chuck us into high school, they'd have done better than cheesy decorations for the dance.
seizurings: (Default)
[personal profile] seizurings
[The last thing she remembers of home is finally making a stand against one of the alphas during the eclipse, hoping it'd work in favor. She didn't have anything else to lose, the four months they'd been held only pushing her further and further into a feeling of desperation. She needed to do something, to at least try. The tiny shred of optimism she'd had about a rescue was gone - she knew how this was going to end... The least she could do was put up a fight, even if there was little to no chance of her winning. Then a flash of blinding pain, the sight of Cora and Boyd, and then nothing.

An empty and cold darkness with no way out.

She wakes with a start, the room dark. The floor beneath her has no give, wondering how much of that has contributed to her stiffness. Erica shakes her head a few times, that memory overpowering and blinding. She gets the weirdest sense of deja-vu She moves to stand up, it taking a few tries before actually succeeding, finally taking a look around the small room.

It's a supply closet.

She has a moment of panic, thinking she's still being held by the Alphas - that she hadn't actually died. She slowly makes her way out of the tiny room, her senses heightening as she readies herself for an attack. The wariness quickly gives way to confusion as she enters the hall, realizing it's not the same place she'd been held before. She cautiously continues her exploration, moving up a set of stairs and into what appeared to be an entrance hall. A very familiar entrance hall. There's an echo of a memory pulling at her, attempting to make its way through the fog. She'd been here before... Recently.]


[It's said more to herself as the strong scent of incense hits her nostrils, pulling at the memory a little more firmly. She moves through, running a hand over the wall before starting up the stairs, remembering being carried. Carried to… the 8th floor? No, the 9th - yeah, her room was on the 9th floor. She pulls her jacket shut a little bit, the outfit the same as it’d been the 2nd time she’d landed here - burgundy pants, a black top, and a black jacket. The shirt is ripped and bloody, claw marks evident if looked at close enough. The scents of the vault aren’t as strong as they’d been before, overpowered by that of death. She focuses on breathing through her mouth, wondering if she’d been dead longer this time around than she had been before.

It’s almost muscle memory, bringing her to room 620, her hand reaching for the door. The room is familiar, much like everything else here. She turns on some music, feeling like she's repeating herself by showering and changing, a memory of her last arrival coming back from death.

She mulls around the room for a bit, bigger memories starting to come back to her like her fight with Isaac, but the smaller moments were still hazy. She picks up the communicator, tempted to text a few people, but the words don’t come to her. She doesn't know where to start, having already come back from the dead for most of them once before if she didn't count her own return. There’s an uncertainty about who’s still here, how they’ll react, if they’ll be happy to see her or if they’d made their peace and said their own goodbyes for the 2nd time. It was cruel, almost, this game that Wonderland was playing. She'd feel bad if she wasn't so grateful at being able to take another breath.

Rather than sit there wracking her brain over how to proceed, she decides to turn to the network. It was the fastest way to reach everyone and get the info she was looking for. She remembers her last post, asking about dealing with death. There’s a lot less shock this time around, a perk of dealing with it a second time. She lets out a sigh as she starts the feed, moving some of her damp, blonde curls out of her face.]

So, this is messed up. I get sent to Wonderland only to get sent home to apparently die, then back, then home... or I guess nothingness, and now back again. Nothing like getting to deal with the whole death thing not once, but twice. Awesome.

[She rolls her eyes before focusing back on her actual purpose for doing this.]

There are pieces that I can remember of my last time here but everything else is kind of foggy. I'm sure the longer I'm here, the more will come back.

[She's not sure how much of that is Wonderland or the fact that she'd been dead. Considering she'd returned post-death before she figured there could be some hang-ups.]

If anyone has had anything like this happen, how long did it take for everything to be back in place? I just -- It's weird. This whole thing is weird and if I had my way, I'd --

[She stops herself with a tight smile, this not being the best place or time for that. She was back and that’s all there was to it. She just needed to suck it up and deal with it.]

Look, help me or don't help me - I honestly don't care, it's up to you. I bounce back pretty quickly on my own and I've dealt with worse. Missing memories right now is a cakewalk. If you'd rather talk in person, I'm in room 620 - 9th floor - same as before.

[ooc: Feel free to find her on her way up to the 9th floor or if you know her (such as fellow teen wolf peoples) everyone is more than welcome to hear noises coming from her room and go check it out because there will be music and the shower running.

As stated in my OOC Intro, I will be out of town with little to no internet access the 9th through the 13th but any responses I don't get out before then will come in the form of a tag bomb when I return. Thanks!
seizurings: (Default)
[personal profile] seizurings
[She wakes up with a gasp, finding herself face down in a bed of flowers as the sun started to rise in Wonderland. Her arm is outstretched as if she’s still reaching for Boyd and Cora.

There had been a flash of blinding pain and then… nothing.

No, not nothing - peace. Peace after months of hell. There had been an end to it all. Finally.

It had taken her more than a moment to pull herself back together and get to her feet, stumbling a few times. Everything was sore, her movements slow but steady. She pulls her black jacket shut over her ripped and bloody shirt, trying not to breathe through her nose. She desperately needed to shower, to try to wash off the overwhelming mixture of scents before it made her sick.

Once on the 9th floor, safely in her room and cleaned up, she grabs the communicator and lays down on her bed, needing some answers. She didn't want to use video, almost using audio before changing her mind. Text was emotionless, flat. She could ask her questions without having to deal with the looks and sounds of pity. She didn't want pity or sympathy - false or real - it would just complicate things.

She toys with making it anonymous, but decides against it. She has nothing to hide - at least, not when it comes to her death.]

Has anyone here ever been sent home only to experience their death? How do you come back from that? How do you move on? Do you just keep going knowing that the next time you leave, there’s no coming back?

[ooc: feel free to find her at any point on her way back to her room or get her text.]
seizurings: (corset icon)
[personal profile] seizurings
[Erica's not sure what it is about today that makes her want to put in the extra effort, dress up a little more, like she has something to prove again. It's reminiscent of how she felt after the bite, but as the day wears on it grows more intense. The video starts, as if set off unintentionally (even though it wasn't an accident) showing her sitting at her vanity, touching up her makeup.

She's obviously been having a little fun with the closet, strips of colors and patterns visible on the bed behind her, as if she'd been trying to find the perfect outfit for today. She's humming to herself, a tune that might be familiar to some - "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story. She moves the foundation brush slowly over her face, sliding it down her neck until moves over her chest, paying extra attention to applying an even layer. She takes her time with it, making sure to not miss a spot. The action might draw attention to her current wardrobe choice, currently a very shapely purple corset with dark jeans.

The corset shifts a little as she puts down the brush, opting for the lighter lip gloss over the lip stick sitting next to it. She continues to hum as she pouts her lips for the application, smiling at herself when she finishes. Primping her hair, she adjusts the corset again, a small frown forming on her lips. She bends down to slip on a pair of black heels before rising from the seat. Erica moves half out of view, her voice light.]

Hmmm... I think this could be a little tighter...

[There's the distinct sound of a pop as she unfastens the top closure of the corset, followed by another as she turns her back to the feed. Her long blonde curls obscuring most of the back of the top from view as she continues to remove it.

Isaac wasn't doing much when the network draws his attention to Erica and for a while, he quietly watches her do her make up, finding it oddly fascinating. But then she starts undoing her top and Isaac can't help but panic -- she obviously doesn't know that she's being recorded. Isaac moves faster than he was aware he even could. He shoves the door connecting their rooms open, nearly ripping it off the hinges.

All that can be seen and heard on the network is a loud bang, a startled yell, and then something that sounds an awful lot like Isaac shrieking "Erica, no!" Oh and then look, Wonderland, a certain curly haired teenager is in frame just long enough before he promptly shuts it off.]
irrelevance: (pic#7650425)
[personal profile] irrelevance
Now I don't want to sound pretentious when I say this, but no matter how much this camera blows, you can't deny this view. [ booms the voice of some guy who still manages to find a great angle to showcase a particularly beautiful shot of the gardens that most residents are probably already familiar with. yes, residents. he's done his research. he's tech-savvy enough for that and smart enough not to run screaming, blabbing to the first person in his vicinity. he recovers what's left of his sanity and he waits; he learns. then he appears on his own terms. ]

It damn near takes your breath away. [ so does arriving face first in the pool. ] There are only a few things in life that have that kind of power. That kind of sway over you. [ hm? he shakes his head clear of it and steers the view away from the fountain ( far, far away ), cutting the feed and switching to text without ever revealing his face. ]

so, i wanted to pose a question to you, Land of Wonder. what would you describe as a sight for sore eyes, and why? is it something that can be physically found or does it exist strictly in the imagination?

and don't worry, i know all about how curiosity killed the cat. i'm more of a dog guy. on that note, if anyone's seen either one of mine, i'd really appreciate whatever information you have. one of them is like a wrecking ball. he's big, hairy, and he leaves a huge mess. he answers to Derek, and no, you never get used to the drool. the other one's kind of small, but he never stops trying to learn the same darn trick. Scott's just so predictable. you almost have to like him and feel sorry for him at the same time.
bigkanimaoncampus: (Gonna kill you so hard)
[personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
[ The video at first only shows one of the corridors of the mansion. Somewhere out of sight of both the camera and the mirrors within its view is Jackson. Bellowing. Alternating between "STILES!" and "MCCALL!" Several doors open and close.

Soon, he can be seen returning, reflected in the glass. He's furious. And only partially clothed. Wearing only a pair of gray sweat pants, his torso and feet are bare. His foot enters the frame, sending the device skittering. He looks down at it, slightly perplexed. But mostly angry. Picking it up, his brow creases as he inspects it, giving everyone an extreme close up of his handsome face. After a few moments, he's able to put together that the thing is already recording. ]

I don't know who thought this JOKE was even remotely funny, but it's not. So here's what you're going to do, whoever you are. You're going to return my clothes, my phone and my car keys. Then you're going to take me back to my car and get me out of this little fun house.

[ He tilted his head, almost as if he were going to crack his neck. But instead settled for a roll of his shoulders. ]

Oh, and if I find out Stiles or McCall had anything [ the word was given extreme emphasis] to do with this, you're both dead. Do you hear me?

[ The feed lingered on his unimpressed glare for a few moments longer before shutting off.]
seizurings: (Default)
[personal profile] seizurings
[Erica had experienced a lot of things in her short life, but this was completely different from anything she'd ever even thought possible. Having spent the past who knows how long chained up in a basement -she's a little worse for wear, to put it lightly. She'd toyed with attempting to track down Boyd, hoping they'd just been separated but quickly decided it was a waste of time - too much space to cover alone.

Looking at the communicator in her hand, she figured posting a video would be a faster and more efficient way to get answers and hopefully find him, and possibly others. She looks around her strange surroundings, finding a small washroom to clean up in quickly before recording. Feeling slightly better, she starts the feed. Erica gives a tight smile before speaking, silently reminding herself to be careful how much information she gives about her being a werewolf - not knowing who this was going out to.]

Look. I don’t really know what the hell is going on so I’ll try and keep this short and sweet. Boyd, if you’re here – please let me know you’re okay. If anyone seeing this knows of anyone else from Beacon Hills – tell them Erica’s here. [It's a long shot, but she figures it's worth a try.

She takes a moment, shutting her eyes. The stress and exhaustion hitting her as the last of the adrenaline wears off, her ordeal having ended not too long ago. She gives a sharp exhale, flipping her long, blonde hair over her shoulder.]

I’m - [She starts to say she’s okay, but there’s really no point in lying. She’s nowhere near it, still feeling phantom currents of electricity washing over her if she holds too still.] I just really need to find my [PACK] friends. I need to know they’re okay, that the Argents didn't get them too. Isaac or Derek, if you're here, I...

[Her words die off, not wanting to get her hopes up. She needed her pack. She needed Boyd to be okay. She needed a familiar face. She gives a small, sad laugh thinking about how much she could use a Batman right now. She takes a steadying breath, nothing else coming to mind on what to say. She reaches out to end feed, but stops herself, her face contorting slightly as a thought occurs to her. She decides to voice it, just in case, knowing first hand what lengths people will go to for a laugh.]

I just want to add that if this is someone’s version of an elaborately sick joke, it’s not funny. I will find you and I will kill you. It won’t be pretty and it won’t be slow - no one messes with me without there being consequences. [Not anymore.]
anticonvulsant: (Default)
[personal profile] anticonvulsant
[ Just after this, Erica shows up on the network. She's tried to make this private to just the people she knows, but she's so pissed off that she utterly fails at it. ] What the fuck else aren't you telling me!?
itsahotone: (looking down)
[personal profile] itsahotone
[So, Santana's lovely face appears, looking less bitchy lovely and more like she's trying to hide just how scared she is. Because that is what she's doing.]

Has anyone seen Brittany? [She holds up a very bedazzled picture frame containing this image.] She's beautiful and way too nice and basically perfect and if anyone's hurt her I swear you won't even see me coming.

All her stuff's still in her room, so she. She can't be gone.

[She gazes down at the picture now.]


If anyone's seen her, tell me.

[....a pause, and then--this is painful for her to say so appreciate it--]

driven: (✗ ↣ just great)
[personal profile] driven
[ allison's looking off-screen when her journal eventually starts up the feed, and it's another moment or two before she notices. when she does, it's with a jump. only a slight one, before she's giving the camera was looks like a very thin smile and tucking a bit of her hair behind her ear. she's been exploring the area around her for almost fifteen minutes now, and she's tired. tired, annoyed, and getting kind of frustrated, but she'll give in. say uncle. that's what this journal is for, right? ]

Listen, I'm not sure if this is supposed to be some kind of joke; but if it is, it's not really funny.

[ she looks almost apologetic. almost, except for the fact she's really not sure where she is and would really like answers. allison's got theories of what's going on, sure, but none of them make a whole lot of sense, especially with everything going on at home, but what other option is there? unless she's been kidnapped, but why would the twins drop her here? why not kill her? ]

So, okay, whoever planned this - you had your laugh. Can I go home now? [ not like she's been trying to do just that since she woke up or anything, but all she can see around her are walls of green and no matter which way she turns, all she can find are more walls. ] Or at least out of this maze? [ her eyes look up over her, and then over her shoulder, where the camera can probably see tall hedges. someone woke up the maze, in her pjays. best day or best day?

she bites the corner of her lip for a second, like she's trying to decide if she wants to say what she says next or not. ]


[ and cut to black. ]
disparage: [ VAMPIRE ] (every day and every night.)
[personal profile] disparage
[ in the background is the tea room of the second floor. ]

Okay. So I'm definitely so not even close to Kansas. But do I still get ruby shoes to click together?

[ she tilts her head to the side, squinting her eyes. ]

[ and then, from the silence, she remembers herself, the situation at hand, and that this isn't some badly timed joke. ]

Right. Okay. So not the point. Who do I address here? Alice? The wicked Queen of Hearts? The Cheshire Cat? Whatever. Whoever I need to address this to, please - I have to go home. People need me home and I can't - [ she swallows, then cocks her head again, as if she's thinking aloud. ] You know, when you abduct someone, can we at least try not to make it when they're in the middle of something seriously important?

[ why caroline suspected a reply, she's not even sure, so she rolls her neck and allows the desperation she's trying to smother down come to the surface. she's really worried. she needs to go home. ]

Look, I just - Is my mom okay? Is Tyler really - [ she sighs, cuts herself off. she doesn't want to know. she doesn't want to ask if he's alive or not. he has to be alive. he has to be. ]

Whatever. [ denial, denial, denial. ] I'm going to just pretend this is Kansas and click my heels and either I'll somehow find myself back home or have really bloodied feet.

( ooc | feel free to video or action in the tea room with caroline being all distressed and sulky or reading the pamphlet! )
ahousedivided: I'm a psychic. (Default)
[personal profile] ahousedivided
[ All you can see is a grinning face. Already you may feel the dread. If you've seen a calendar you already know what this means and, if you're smart, you've put in the ear plugs already because shit's about to get loud. ]




[ This isn't even text. The flickers of red white and blue are audible. It rings with freedom and inspires a certain kind of joy, like the kind that erupted when it was announced that Arrested Development was being brought back.

America steps back to reveal glory.

He's outside on the grounds. Everything that can possibly be associated with the 4th of July is there: burgers, hot dogs, apple pie, soda, ice cream, all sorts of glorious products and brands that aren't even around in the 1860s. Does that matter? Of course not. Today is a day when sense isn't even relevant.

The most indestructible car in existence has its bed full of fireworks, some that are probably illegal in most states. There's two cakes, one frosted like the Union flag and the other the Confederate, and both have sparklers stuck in them.

But most impressive is the absurd amount of booze. Seriously it's almost incomprehensible. It seems to stretch as far as the infinite fences and if you care to look out from a top floor or the roof, it's in the shape of the continental US. You should be terrified that he is setting off explosives this close to this much flammable liquid.

America lifts his arms as though to say behold my domain.

It's my birthday and everyone's invited! Even the Brits. Especially the Brits. I want ya to see how happy I am bein' independent.

Fireworks will happen soon as it's dark enough!

[ And if he's drunk enough he may or may not blow his hand off. He's already getting started on that btw. Join in the festivities, mingle, threadjack, do whatever you like DO WHATEVER YOU FUCKING LIKE TODAY IS A DAY OF FREEDOM. AMERICA WILL BE RIDING HIS DAMN DINOSAUR WAVING AN AMERICAN FLAG AS SOON AS THE FIREWORKS START YEAHHHHHHHHHH FOURTH OF JULY. ]
hypercompetent: <user name="melocoton"> (and become an accountant now)
[personal profile] hypercompetent

 [ Since arriving in Wonderland, Stiles has mostly kept a low profile--at least, a low profile by his standards. Most of his time's been spent researching, harassing other people for answers about things (oops), or, you know, trying to keep from being killed by werewolves, but today, he's changing that. 

When his video clicks on, he's arguing with someone--it's like he hasn't noticed it's turned on yet. ]

--dad's not here, or else you'd be in huge trouble. He hates you, you know, because you killed his-- 

[ There's a rustling as the whole screen gets jostled, and the kid who looks like Stiles gets a hand put over his mouth by...another person who looks like Stiles. The one with the golden eyes is scrabbling at the hand over his mouth, but when Stiles finally gets a hold of his phone, he gripes into the video feed while his "shadow" is still quiet. ]

I don't know who's idea it was of a joke to suddenly invent cloning technology and use it for this, but, seriously, something is wrong with your stupid formula, can I get a refund?! I went to bed and I woke up with this hilarious asshole in my--ow

[The shadow apparently bit his hand, because he goes rolling away from the other version of himself, phone and video screen rolling with him, and rights himself, shooting the feed an overall exasperated look and shaking out his hand. ]

Is anyone else having this problem?! 


Jun. 4th, 2013 08:03 pm
anticonvulsant: (gage_golightly058)
[personal profile] anticonvulsant
[ She's got her device propped up on her bed, and she's moving around her room as she talks, form moving just a little too quickly just off camera to see what's really going on. From the vantage point, though, she seems to be heading back and forth between the closet and another area, the muffled sounds of a bag being packed. ] So I was doing some looking, and turns out, there's a beach in this place.

[ More movement, and Erica heads over to the device, torso wearing what can only be described as a swimsuit that looks like a certain beeping droid from a George Lucas franchise, with a sarong wrapped around her waist. She reaches down and picks up her device, and grins. ] I'm going tanning. Who's in?

[ Other than Derek. Because he's coming. Whether he likes it or not. ]


May. 30th, 2013 03:08 pm
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (It's probably you)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
Sooo. Uh. Hey. I had this...idea.

[He's a little awkward about it since he hasn't posted in a long time, and who are all these new people anyway? He's been here the whole time and suddenly Wonderland has a few dozen new faces.]

I know I'm all about selling the lovely people of Wonderland Thneeds - the most glorious thing anyone could ever need, for the newer kidnappees who haven't heard - but, that's not what I'm here for. At least, not today.

[He coughs into hand to try and hide that slip of the tongue, and proceeds to pitching The Lorax's his idea.]

Actually I wanted to know if anyone...wanted to learn how to knit! It's not going to save anyone from door-monsters or anything, but it's fun and it passes the time. And we all have way more time on our hands than any people should reasonably have.

So...yeah! Knitting! Knitting is awesome. And manly. So, if anyone wants to, just let me know!

[It's kind of an awkward ending, but the Once-ler isn't really expecting much. The Lorax suggested it so he wouldn't have to sell Thneeds here, and the Once-ler is still kind of "whatever" about that part...but, everyone at home thought he was kind of a nerd for knitting, so he's not expecting much.]
chloroformedthejanitor: (are you serious)
[personal profile] chloroformedthejanitor
[The last thing Annie remembers is leaving Greendale to go home, back to her apartment with Abed and Troy, getting there, and then promptly being forced to go into the Dreamatorium with Abed. She must have hit her head or something, though, because it aches like nothing else, and it's dark where she is. And hard. Is she laying down? Yes, yes she is because that's something poking into her back.

Whoa, maybe she did hit her head. Abed's dreams usually aren't this.....tactile. She sits up, slowly, and tries to feel around for any sort of light. She finds her cell phone, and clicks it on, shielding her eyes from the light.

Once they adjust however:]

What the...

[She uses the light to look around and finally stands, coughing. Don't freak out, don't freak out!]

Oh god...where am I??

[It's been almost six months, her time, and she's having trouble remembering, but she looks at the cell phone again, and it hits her.

She lets out a shriek of frustration and turns the phone to video.]

Uh, hi everyone! I um. I'm back?

[That sounds stupid. Did anyone even notice she was gone?]

And, yeah, I don't-- I'm not sure where I am. I think in-- in some caves? In the tunnels, maybe?

[She pauses, looks away and then looks back, her eyes round and her bottom lip pouty.]

Could someone maybe come help me? Or tell me how to get out of here?
predators: (pic#4230495)
[personal profile] predators
[ hope you're ready to get used to the expression derek is wearing for you today, wonderland, as it's about the only on you'll see outside of snarl on his face. but don't worry, he's going to be short and to the point as always, though today even more so (whatever wandering around he's already done has proved fruitless) as the only reason he's doing this is because he needs to get back, things had been a mess after the final struggle, and he doesn't have time for this shit. ]

I want answers. [ what, don't expect him to specify questions. of course, you're welcome to point that out if the intensity of his glare doesn't freak you out first. intensity is kind of his game though, which becomes all the more clear with the low, growl of a demand; ]


[ no please, no thank you. that's how he rolls. ]


May. 25th, 2013 05:11 pm
anticonvulsant: (gage_golightly062)
[personal profile] anticonvulsant
[ So, here's Erica. If you've run into her the past couple of days, she's probably seemed a tad more irritable than usual, although it hasn't really been noticeable much up until today. But now? Now she's pretty bitchy, snapping at anyone who gives her the time of day.

She hasn't really realized what day it is, yet, but she does know it has to be getting close, right? ]
Anyone know where I can find a calendar or something?
runningfromhell: <user name=lilt> ([!] fleeing now bye)
[personal profile] runningfromhell
[Good morning, Wonderland! The time is now roughly early dawn, and most residents are probably tucked up nice and cozy in their beds. You know who doesn't care? Meg. She doesn't care at all.

The video starts with one pissed off looking demon. The only view at the moment is her face, blood spattered against her cheek and her hair a tangled mess. She looks like she's been wrestling with alligators, truth be told.

Listen up. [ No sarcastic greeting from this one - she is on a mission now. ] Anyone in the mood for a little wolf hunt needs to get with me.

[ And she'll pull her device back to give a full view of her practically useless arm. It'll heal itself in time, but demons don't bounce back quite like angels do. It's slow going right now, but she doesn't feel the pain. She feels angry, and the slightest bit of adrenaline pumping through her veins. She has a focus now, a mission, and she will be ruthless until she wins. ]

Unless you want someone else to get mauled. Wouldn't that be a tragedy?

[ Quite honestly, she doesn't really care if anyone else is attacked or killed by the wolf. She just needs some damn backup. ]

ooc )


Apr. 23rd, 2013 09:59 am
anticonvulsant: (gage_golightly058)
[personal profile] anticonvulsant
[ Erica's face pops up on the phone, and she seems to be checking her makeup in it—or, well, the black screen that popped up a few seconds before the video started recording. When she notices the little 'record' indicator, she grins, wide and almost feral, all of her teeth showing. ] Pretty swank digs you got here. [ She pulls away briefly to show the contents of her room, all done up like the inside of a Better Homes and Gardens mag. ] I like it. It's like the morons who kidnapped me want me to feel safe and at home.

[ A snort. It's clear she believes this about as much as she'd believe the sky is green. Her face turns to a patronizing little pout, and she tosses her hair out of her face. ] Seriously. You should probably let me go. When my Al-- [ And she actually stops herself, realizing what she's about to say and who probably kidnapped her? Yeah, she changing that subject pretty fast. ] When my friends find out I'm gone, they're not gonna be happy. I'll try to get them to leave body parts intact when they come to get me if you promise to let me go, now.


LAYOUT BASE @ [community profile] fruitstyle