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Oct. 14th, 2015


Anyone up? I'm bored, I need to be entertained before I find my own fun and get arrested. Out of curiosity, what't the best way to air out the smell of burnt bedsheets?

[ooc; Posted in the middle of the night, after waking up from intense Nogitsune!inspired nightmares that caused him to set his bed on fire. Anyone in his SF apartment building would have probably woken up to the sound of a fire alarm coming from his apartment before it was abruptly destroyed by him to quiet it.]

Sep. 30th, 2015



[ Added a few minutes later ]

Under control. In the yard.

I smell gasoline.

[ ooc - Nogitsune strikes again! Small brush fire in the front yard of the Hale home in New York, but it damaged part of the front porch. Clearly arson. Fill in whatever you want, Hales - if you were home, if you were at work, if you helped put it out, etc! ]

Jul. 30th, 2015


Hi, I'm Cora. I arrived earlier in the summer but I'm not really one for sharing so I guess this intro is late. I'm from a crap world and don't really want to go back. My indentured servant is named Derek. He's all right when he and Braeden aren't being embarrassing. My general take on everyone being different here than what I know from back home is "we're cool if you don't try to kill me".

I like the beach in the winter, photography, debilitating sarcasm, and questionable closed captions. They're making me go to high school in a few weeks and I hate it already because I have no "Tiger Pride".

There, I said something to people, Derek. Are you happy? Can I live?

Jun. 22nd, 2015


You know, when [Cassie] finally got dead, I thought all the crazy magical bullshit would have died with him. Not glad to see I was wrong.

Thanks for letting me graduate college in peace though.

Jun. 15th, 2015


Is it too early to demand 4th of July shenanigans? I want a cookout and fireworks and Springsteen music and vaguely-homoerotic beach volleyball. And ice cream and one of those coconuts with a straw in it and daydrinking and writing rude things on people's backs with suntan lotion. Not too much to ask, right? I'll even throw in potato salad and as many D. Hales performing manual setup labor as I can round up. I can't comment on the quality of the D. Hales, but my potato salad is a religious experience.

C'mooon let's pretend we all get along. I need a fun day to look forward to.