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[Nov. 6th, 2009|11:27 pm] |
Around sunset of Friday, Pscipolnitsa, on the verge of collapsing into a heap on the couch until the sun would rise once more and reach its zenith in the sky, found some cash somewhere in the apartment she shared with Andjelija. She dragged herself down the street, and found herself hovering questionably before a glass case, full of sugary drinks she loathed, but, she felt, needed to to try. After this, she persuaded a charming man into giving him his very tall cup of coffee. She would, ultimately, find a candy shop as well. She would also take something that looked like candy from some chick in the park, and, well, we're pretty certain it wasn't candy, in the pure sense of the word. There were reasons lessons were told about not to take candy from strangers. 'Nitsa never listened. Because she was one of those reasons. But she was never one for giving candy, and more giving sunstroke wrapped in an adorable package, all with a blonde, curly-haired bow.
In retrospect, she would regret it. Because there was something horribly unnatural about Lady Midday running around Manhattan in the middle of the night, when, clearly, she was a demon of daylight hours. It upset the balance of things, and thus, upset what little inner balance 'Nitsa had left in her body and mind. Seriously. Upset.
HOLY CRAP. LEIAH. NERGAL. LET'S GO DANCING. And MAKE PEOPLE REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE. I'LL GET MY GARDENING SHEARS.
WE WILL NOT DISCUSS THAT THERE IS SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME MAKING ME ACT DECIDEDLY LIKE A NEWLYWED MAIL-ORDER BRIDE WHO JUST DISCOVERED THE WONDERS OF PROCESSED FOOD. AND THAT I'M PRETTY SURE RIGHT NOW I AM NO LONGER ZEH AMAZINGLY DREADED PSCIPOLNITSA AND HAVE INSTEAD BEEN REDUCED TO INSIPID SHIT-FOR-BRAINS MORTAL TEENAGER. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|07:02 pm] |
Liquid-twin, can we play? |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|12:51 am] |
Yo, Gimp! If I've gotta keep this damned mechno-duck thing, how about hooking me up with some little killer laser beams in it's eyes, maybe some voice recognition software so that I can program it to attack stupid people do stuff. Or at least swap out the wings to be bladed or something! Think of how cool this thing could really be!
Heading down to Dover next week, got some people to meet up with, sick of sitting around here on my ass. Time to see what I can get myself into. Should maybe see if they can find a place further South, it's getting too damned cold around this piece. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|11:11 pm] |
Who: Alyssa and Karl. Or Grace and Matt.
What: Matt visits his girlfriend after work and discovers something that he doesn't like.
Where: The Gentleman's Club that Grace works at
When: Friday, late evening
Warnings: R - Language, Abuse
( 'Come to see your girlfriend, Matt?' ) |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|06:03 pm] |
Fuck my inability to go to god damn Germany for a metal festival.
ALESTORM
BOLT THROWER
DECAPITATED
ENFORCER
EPICA
HEIDEVOLK
LEAVES' EYES
LEGION OF THE DAMNED
MILKING THE GOATMACHINE
MYSTIC PROPHECY
NEVERMORE
POWERWOLF
Don't tell me you don't want to have sex with that lineup.
Slayer's 'World Painted Blood' came out on guess which recent holiday and I'm kind of disappointed, but I think that's only cause I'd been hoping for more. Production is not the greatest but the whole thing is growing on me. It ain't no 'Reign of Blood'
I'm thinking of kicking all my musicians to the curb and starting up a new band. Maybe even getting signed somewhere this time. (Yeah yeah I'm a fucking sell out) |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|10:40 pm] |
When I called to check in on his health profit margins, it took me ten minutes to convince Dave that, yes, it really was me and that, no, I haven't gone completely and totally insane. There's nothing insane about trying something new, as trippy perfect weird as it is.
No jokes. I can still kick all your asses, no matter what's between my legs.
( Hippie. )
( Private; viewable by Heroin. )
( Private. ) |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|05:10 pm] |
Took Puppy for a walk and watched him chase birds. He's such a big cutie. Puppy > Spot. Spot is kind of funny too, I guess, but mostly Deimos won't let me make him cry.
Maybe I need to get a pet of my own... hmmm... actually, now I'm having ideas.
( Apollo ) |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
[Music Gods]
Mes chéris, there are twenty days until Thanksgiving and I need to know now, how many of you may I count on seeing at my table this year? I don't care about the meaning of the holiday and the oppression and commercialism or whatever you young things are complaining about this year -- it's just about the only day of the year I have an excuse to gather up my family and stuff them full of the good home cooking I know they ain't eating.
There'll at least be bourbon, sweet potatoes, and pecan pie. Surely that's gotta tempt some of y'all into coming. Don't make an old lady spend the holiday all alone, or I'll be mighty displeased. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|10:19 pm] |
It's probably a good thing a new mayor didn't get elected. I would hate to have to convince him to keep me on-it's such a hassle and waste of my time when we both know that he will say yes in the end.
The less work for me the better.
And it's about time I got me one of these. What took me so long? |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|06:35 pm] |
Hello all!
New player here! ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) itsnotyouitsme first pointed me at Forgotten Gods several months ago, but I only got around to applying a few days ago. Iʻm definitely excited to get started playing!
My first character is Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes and fire. She goes by Lehualani Maile around mortals. She runs a pottery/ceramics studio in Manhattan, since it gives her the opportunity to make stuff with earth materials and solidify it with heat. Not quite as good as popping up new volcanoes everywhere, but hey, what can you do? If you care to read more about her, clicky here!
As for me, Iʻm Julian, and Iʻm a grad student in geophysics (which probably explains a lot). Iʻm on Pacific time, and my activity will probably be concentrated later in the week, at least as long as I have this particular schedule of classes. I am definitely up for all sorts of plotting! If you want to reach me, my email (and Google messenger) is mityashostak at gmail dot com. Iʻm also on AIM as Seismogenic.
Nice to meet you all, and Iʻm looking forward to playing! |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|09:07 pm] |
Ugh, I've been so busy lately! Between all my classes, football, show choir, and keeping track of all the wedding annoucements in the area it's so hard to find some 'me' time. I can do it, though!
You know, I usually love the Summer, but there's something to be said for a crisp Fall day. Though, any day that features a wedding is usually high on my list, unless the people getting married are completely mismatched. Speaking of that, how upsetting is it to know that some oppose marriage just because of who wants to declare their love - disgusting.
I suppose, after how long I've been in the city, it was high time to make my presence known. |
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| Last one; Question! |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|07:46 pm] |
It's Friday night and I've chosen to stay inside and RP instead of going out. Before you lecture me on my lameosity, answer this!
Where will your characters be in ten years?
( Share my Friday night lameness! )
<3 Kendra |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
My feet. They are dead.
In and out of court, and dealing with upstart Lawyers who think they are the next best thing to God and sliced bread and...ugh.
I want a drink. I never drink.
One more stupid ass remark from anyone that says 'go back to your country you *insert racist remark here*' and I'm going to take my torch and put it somewhere where they won't like it.
I'm supposed to be filing paperwork. I'm slacking off. I deserve slacking off.
I forgot dinner didn't I?
Someone send me some pizza, please? |
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| Dearly beloved... |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|07:48 pm] |
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Jill here, bringing you a new character of the obscure Greek variety - Hymenaios, God of Weddings and the Marriage Ceremony. His bio is in his journal, and I'm sure some of you Greeks will be thrilled to see yet another of Aphrodite's children (with Dionysus) running about.
His mortal name is Galen Naios, he's an ordained pagan minister and a college student at NYU. He's a budding relationship councilor and aspiring wedding planner, plays football (he's the kicker), and has quite the sharp tongue on him especially when dealing with those who don't seem to take the vows of marriage seriously. Also, he does everything he can to hide that he's a god, which is easy since most haven't heard of him.
Hopefully he'll make some friends, and if anyone wants to plot with him, Apollo, Blues, Echo, or Raven I can still be reached at la belle roo on AIM or by email at mcgrath.jillian@gmail.com. Looking forward to getting him going!
Edit: I've decided to drop Agrat Bat Mahlat, I don't feel I really was doing her justice. I'm sorry to anyone who had been close with her, but her time under my purview has come to an end - friend remove brazenly |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|07:44 pm] |
Hey~
My name is Ellie (and I'm new, in case you couldn't tell), and I bring you Paris of Troy. He's a bit of a brat and likes to party. Don't annoy him and he will be one of the nicest guys to have around. Ummm I'm bad at intros so more on him is here~
If you guys want to plot, I can be contacted at babylon.bebe@gamil.com by email or at eternalgreyblood for aim. For msn I'm dragongrl5@hotmail.com
I'm open for anything.
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|07:51 pm] |
Out, out, out. You don't belong here anymore.
Fire and blood for love. The price is too high. We can't pay it any longer.
Pyanopsia. Please. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|05:27 pm] |
Oh god, I had almost forgotten how wonderful it is to be free. I wake up every morning and think, is today really a day without Diana Monroe? Yes, I answer myself, it is. It's 5:30 in the afternoon and I haven't gotten a single phone summons to bring her chai from across the city, and I haven't had to do her hideously fake hair in days.
The world is bright and beautiful, you guys, and the Dragon Lady is out of town. I feel like celebrating. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|05:01 pm] |
Prisons, bureaucracy, and the fact that I haven't been able to find a partner who wants to work with me for more than five months. I think I might need a change of scene, or a change of career, or something. Who's bright idea was it to join the police force in the first place? |
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