[Action // Al's room // Closed]
23 May 2010 at 02:25 am
Russel Tringham
[Al, your surrogate big bro's had enough. There's a circle glowing on your door, large enough for someone to go through if they duck. And duck he does. He steps over the lower edge of the hole, and ducks under the lower. In his hand is a tray of food. Simple, a sandwich, a steaming bowl of soup, and a bowl of cat food for Tama.]

Hey, you eaten today? [As if it's totally normal to break into someone's room. Sup, Al?]
Location: Al's room
[action | open]
23 May 2010 at 02:45 am
Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat)
[Kitty is out for a walk. Or you could call it patrol. She isn't really scheduled right now though. She just doesn't want to be inside right now. She's been restless lately. It might have something to do with the man who looks too much like her husband lurking around. Or maybe it's just from being a little secluded as she waits for her punishment to end. Not that she hasn't been at least a little secluded since she got here. Self-inflicted of course.]

(OOC: This is her last day with a shock collar. She could use the abuse. ...She hasn't had nearly enough. She will try to avoid your touches though! Phasing is good at that. Backdated to evening and expanding into the night.)
[Action | Closed | Backdated to several hours before]
23 May 2010 at 01:50 pm
[Leaving her sister behind after she fell asleep had been no easy feat. Especially after knowing the state she must be in. Certainly Euphemia had never expected to see herself pick up a machine gun and fire it at people that she'd had nothing but kindness in her heart for. Those images had been burned in Cornelia's mind long ago, but for her sister, she can't imagine that it will be something that is easy to accept.

And what she saw, if the footage is to be believed, Lelouch had not meant to give her that order. And yet, he was the one who raised his gun and fired at Euphie and he was the one to advertise her as being a massacre princess. His power, his greed, his carelessness, he is responsible for taking the most precious person away from her.

Cornelia grips the hilt of her gun-sword, still sheathed against her side, her expression becoming stony and hard. How could he? How could he make such a mortal error and cover it up so heartlessly by blaming someone who was completely innocent? She won't let him get away with such a heinous crime any longer. Forget their agreement. He has soiled the names of too many people that are important to her. Euphie... Guilford... Cornelia's eyes narrow. It's deplorable. He is going to give her some answers... or she will talk.

At least, this is what she is thinking as she bangs on his door, pulling the gun-word from its holster and pointing it at whoever decides to answer.]
[action | open to Kuran household]
23 May 2010 at 11:06 pm
Yuuri Shibuya
[Yuuri stretches a little and yawns. It's late. Or at least it's late for him. Not so much for the house full of vampires he's living with now. But he's in his room, getting ready for bed. First, the clothes come off, and then he goes to look for his pajamas.]


[That was funny. Just where had her favorite night gown gone? Wandering the house in a simple skirt and a large plain white T-shirt, she checks the laundry once more. It isn't there. For the past few days she has been taking care of the laundry as needed. She can't imagine where it could be unless she mixed it up along with someone else's clothes by accident. It isn't in her mother's room, or Ruka's either. Hmm...

Wandering down the hall, she approaches Yuuri's room. Giving the door a light knock, she reaches out and opens it before waiting for a reply.
Hey, Yuuri, have you seen my--

[... ... ...]


[He looks over his shoulder at her wearing only his royal, black thong.]

[... ... ...]


YUUKI!!!!!!?!?!?


(OOC: Black = Yuuki, Blue = Yuuri, Open to all the vampires living at the Kuran house~)
[video | action | open]
23 May 2010 at 11:49 pm
Ashton Anchors
[Ashton is sitting upright in a hospital bed, with the lights turned down low. It would have probably been hard to see him, if he was wearing his usual black garments and headband, but the lime green hospital gown helps him stand out against the background.

Speaking of the background, while it was obvious he was sitting up with the help of a large stack of pillows, the curtain that could be drawn around his bed was pulled back, and seemed to be tucked behind him. A strange sight, indeed.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and he spoke slowly. Those who can see his eyes might notice they were quite red. His skin was also much paler than usual.]


Um, excuse me.... can someone-- anyone, tell me what I'm doing here?

[A pause, as he sleepily looked around the room.] I... don't even know where this is. This isn't-- [He swallowed, and made a pained expression. His throat was too dry.] This isn't my house... is it?

(( OOC: someone is just coming off of his medication, and recovering from the whole sleeping ordeal, at the same time! Action open to defense force / any healers that helped him / Jennifer. Threadjacking perms to Xellos, as an FYI. ))