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The "No Fandom Politics" Dressing Room RPG's InsaneJournal:
| Friday, October 30th, 2009 | |
| 5:19 pm [playing_god] |
Let's try this again. [His hands shielding his face in an obvious sign of terror, his breathing quick, sweat upon his brow as he screams his protest.] Helen, don't do it! [He clenched his teeth, waiting for the sound, the pain, the shot. There was nothing. He opened his eyes, greeted by the blankness of the halls, how the sound of his voice seemed to have echoed in the emptiness. Was he already dead?] Helen? ... ((OOC: It's TV's Nick Cutter!)) |
| Sunday, October 18th, 2009 | |
| 5:44 pm [ex_soldier1s897] |
Sephiroth could have sworn he just closed his eyes for a second. He had been waiting for Zack to get the power flowing to the doors so they could be opened in Mako Reactor 5 and so they could find Hollander and possibly Angeal and Genesis. However, he started to doubt that it had been just a second, because when he opens his eyes he is somewhere new. Although it is similar to Mako Reactor 5, there are those certain details that are off. The tall man turns and presses a gloved hand to the door, examining it. It's different too, he finds. The color isn't quite right. Of course, being a SOLDIER 1st Class. The SOLDIER 1st Class, he does not believe that he could've been 'kidnapped' in the middle of a mission. ".. Hm." He makes a quizzical sound, trying to come up with some explanation for the rather unusual event that is occurring. He moves away from the door, the familiar sound of boots moving across a metal floor echoing through the large room and he makes his way over to the railing, looking down. Had this been Mako Reactor 5, he would've heard Zack fighting below. But there is nothing, only the sound of his own movements as he walks back over to the door that now goes up. Silver brows go up, face displaying a faint surprise that soon fades back into a calmer look as he moves into a hallway that is unfamiliar to him by any standard. It's not in the Reactor and certainly not the ShinRa building. He steps out, looking in both directions, ready to defend himself should he need to, though he has very little belief that there is something around that could be strong enough to take him down. Of course, he isn't quite so arrogant that he isn't on edge however. Deciding it's best to explore, to look for some sort of explanation to this peculiar happening, he wanders off in one direction, staying alert as he moves along at a quick, though not rushed pace. |
| Monday, October 12th, 2009 | |
| 1:41 pm [lockpickmaster] |
[After the disaster that was the System Shock event, Jill has taken to the gym to train, or locked up in her room in pensive thought. She was not going to be caught off guard like that again; not now, not ever, and especially not here. At the moment, she continues her firearm training; even shots, one second in between. A hard, glaring look never leaves her face.] |
| Sunday, October 11th, 2009 | |
| 12:37 am [spiritofthering] |
[There's a rather gloomy looking man standing in the hallway. He has stark white hair that's flying off in all different directions, and what appears to be an odd arm piece is attached to his arm, with a deck of what appears to be cards inserted into it. He blinks, his deep, brown eyes scanning the place.] [He scowls rather viciously.] What the hell? Who dares to-? [Everything... is so white. He doesn't understand. Wherever he is, he isn't liking it, and he thinks he's going to go insane... not that he already isn't.] ((have a Bakura from Yu-Gi-Oh. i'm going to be playing him generally like he had come back somehow after the end of the series, because picking just one season will be particularly hard x3)) Current Mood:  cranky |
| Monday, October 5th, 2009 | |
| 6:20 pm [isthatusaladin] |
OOC Hello everyone! I am pleased to say that I have returned! :) Now that I'm all settled into school, this should be just fine. Hope everyone was doing good while I was gone. |
| Saturday, September 26th, 2009 | |
| 7:50 pm [technicallysane] |
Have some new blood Oh... Where has the chaos brought us now? [A tired voice floated through the halls, hoarse from fatigue and filled with the sound of utter hopelessness. The man was tall and thin... Extremely thin. His labcoat hanging loosely around his form, tattered and dirtied, obviously well worn. The man himself was otherworldly in appearance. His skin was green, and looked scaly in texture, with two blood red eyes peering out from his face. His sparse hair was black, though rigid. Stiff and thick-looking. Despite his alien appearance, the man was not repulsive, or not even particularly 'ugly'. In fact, his withdrawn stance, his cowering movements and nervous mannerisms seemed somewhat endearing, a kind of 'pathetic', like a lost puppy. A particularly compassionate soul might just be sympathetic towards him.] I'm sorry sir... [He reached into the pocket of his labcoat, pulling out a small figurine which he cradled softly in his hands.] I still don't think we're home yet... Current Mood:  scared |
| Friday, September 11th, 2009 | |
| 11:48 am [taketheearsoff] |
alive again Sander stirs, inhaling a lungful of stale air tinged with the feint trace of dust and the sickeningly sweet scent of open moonbeam absinthe bottles. His lashes draw open lazily, heavy from over-sleep. A pale blue light filters through his vision...he's bathed in it. The sound of distant piano keys sail through the air quietly accompanied by the all-too-familiar sound of bubbles- As the world slips into his vision, he realizes--as he glances around groggily--he was home. The sight of his room greet him coldly, shrouded in darkness; all except the 'gathering room' where he often allowed dancers to practice. His back pressed against the cool wood of a piano leg and the same chill creeping through the underside of his pants, seeping into his legs and back. "No...-" He mumbles in half disbelief, half desperation as he pushes himself to a stand. "Nono..no no - No...I was out!" He wavers. A brilliant color draws his gaze to his shoulder; wrapped there was a yellow scarf. Another realization sneaks into his awareness like a slithering serpent as he gazed down at himself--taking in the caked blood long since dried over his tux and hands-, "I was dead.". He slumps into wooden chair and stares out the window at the rest of Rapture, as silent as the grave. He remembered those last few seconds prior to his death; the face of a friend...and then the face of a goddess. Clearly this called for a bottle of Absinthe. Sander draws a bottle over to him with his foot, stooping over to pluck it up, and uncorking it; taking a deep swig. He sits for a few quiet moments- -Then he's up and over to the piano. With absinthe bottle placed precariously next to the phonograph-his restless hands spreading over the ivory keys-Sander playing a haunting tune. There was no better way for an artist to express themselves...then through their art after all. ((here's his apartment. He wakes in the room where the dancers are. No lights are on except for what filters in through the window. I'm going prose for this one. screw dem brackets!)) |
| Monday, August 24th, 2009 | |
| 11:47 am [roguemoon] |
OOC Apologies I've been super busy these past few weeks and have been unable to get on and play. I didn't think I'd be gone this long so I didn't say anything prior to this. But I really should have. Unfortunately I just moved to a new city and still have to find a job so I won't be on much if at all for a while longer yet. Apologies to any this might inconvience. *bows* |
| Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 | |
| 6:10 am [notguilty] |
* Talk about things you don't see every day. Green scaly, skin, orange, slit-pupiled eyes, sharp teeth, long claws, digigrade feet and a long tail. Yep... It's a lizard. A large, man-sized reptile is standing in the corridor. Though it is difficult to read the facial expression of a lizard, his darting eyes, hunched posture and fidgiting hands make it clear that he's rather distressed.* "This is not Nine-Toes' hut... Do they already have me?" Current Mood: distressed |
| Thursday, August 20th, 2009 | |
| 8:52 pm [isthatusaladin] |
OOC: hiatus. I'm going to go on a hiatus. I've kind of lost inspiration, and school starts up soon. Don't know when I'll be back, but don't worry, I'm not leaving. |
| Saturday, August 15th, 2009 | |
| 2:38 am [melodyofdeath] |
[a sour looking teenager with long red hair and an odd off-white uniform marked with an unbalanced yang symbol and a purple Once she stopped, she folded her arms and lifted her head to speak, addressing no one in particular.] ... 'Kay. What the hell kinda sucky afterlife is this? At least I've got my flute. Oh, and I'm not half-crushed. Yeah, that too. Still, I was kind of expecting something more dramatic, you know? |
| Thursday, August 13th, 2009 | |
| 3:02 am [entwinedserpent] |
[Somewhere there is yelling fit with that familiar British accent. The person who owned the voice was currently slamming the end of their boot into a wall, cursing and still shouting obscenities.] Where the bloody hell is the exit!? [Walking a few more steps he kicked another wall- Well, or so he thought. What he kicked was a door. Breaking bits of wood the door slammed open, on the inside was another seemingly empty room. Giving a highly disapproving grunt, he crossed his arms.] Well I certainly hope you don't expect me to believe that's an exit. ((ooc; What he kicked open is a Nekomimi room. Although he doesn't know it yet, this room give you animal ears, and a tail if you'd like. Feel free to push him in or walk into the room yourself!)) |
| Sunday, August 9th, 2009 | |
| 10:36 pm [aceoheartscajun] |
A Present.... [First, an OOC note. Our Vamp/Wolf/LaughingOctopus/LydiaDeetz's RPer is celebrating their birthday today! On behalf of NFPDR, I'd like to congratulate said RPer and wish them the happiest of birthdays] |
| Saturday, August 1st, 2009 | |
| 2:00 pm [lietuvos] |
Last thing Lithuania remembers is waking up next to Russia and falling asleep again. He had expected to be shook awake again by the larger nation, but instead he finds himself somewhere he doesn't even recognize. A fancy hallway of sorts though nothing like what he would find in Russia's home and it certainly isn't his own house or Poland's house either. For a second he almost expects Russia to come stumbling down the hall with a bottle of vodka, singing songs in his native language. Honestly, being taken with him and dumped somewhere while he goes to get drunk isn't something the brunette would put past the other man. He always finds himself dragged around by him after all. It would be nothing new. But this doesn't seem to be something that the blond had done. He couldn't hear any singing and he knows Russia would never go too far away from him even when drunk. He isn't sure if Russia is just obsessed or completely crazy or a mix of both. Ever since Bloody Sunday the other has just been getting crazier and crazier and it's quite scary, really. Shaking his head as he gets up, he glances around, and then rubs his eyes. He still feels slightly tired, though nothing too bad. He's worried though. He's here, but no Russia or Latvia or Estonia is in sight. He's slightly worried about Estonia and Latvia. After all, both his brothers seemed so much paler and thinner after he returned from America so it was obvious that Russia had not been treating them well while he was gone. He doesn't want them to have to go through something scary like that again, so he wants to find out what's going on so he can return. Straightening his clothes, making sure that he didn't look like something the cat had dragged in, the small man moves through the hall, looking around curiously. Opening one door, he blinked, looking into a room full of sunflowers. He blinks a few times, then slams the door shut. "Arrrggghhh!" The brunette cried, taking several steps away from the door, breathing heavily. Maybe this was Russia's doing after all. The large nation has an obsession with sunflowers after all, and Lithuania is feeling slightly more scared than he had when he woke up. Taking several deep breaths, the country sighed, looking fatigued even if he had just woke up. "Th-there's no way this can be his doing... No way... Aha... ha.. ha..." He mumbled with a weak laugh. He can feel a stomach ache coming already. |
| Thursday, July 30th, 2009 | |
| 2:57 pm [the_good_doctor] |
A smut-tacular Doctor/Jack smut-thread! (Finished) =B ((ooc: Sorry it's a bit late, I was called out.)) *Doctor Stewart and Jack, making their way from the resturaunt. He led the youth along (by the hand, of course) towards his private quarters. A personal space, for him to rest and relax, far away from his work. He occasionally glanced back towards his young companion, who seemed to hand in a state of emotional limbo between nervous and excited.* "Almost there Jack." *Reaching the door to his room, he pushed it open and stood back for Jack to enter.* "After you, dear." *He smiled reassuringly.* *Within, the room was large, like something out of a stately home. (Something a little bit like THIS). The walls were lined with various pictures of fruits, trees and other tacky things. A large mahogany bookcase contained an obscene amount of books, and in the centre of the back wall, a large, tall, four-poster bed lay waiting, decorated with red, silky bedsheets (and matchy curtains, for extra gaudyness.).* |
| 7:33 pm [cynical_techie] |
Bromantic Lunch We need a lighthearted thread to balance the soul-raping terror of System Shock. Also, Logan suggested he and Baird go grab lunch together after looting the casino. Cue a Baird, in full armor this time, standing outside the restaurant, waiting for Logan to show up. Baird is a little early as usual. [OOC: for Logan (Savagewhore)] |
| Wednesday, July 29th, 2009 | |
| 3:30 pm [sh0dan] |
THE SYSTEM SHOCK THREAD Note: This is a serious thread. Keep lighthearted stuff away from this festival of horrors with a twenty foot pole. This is also a horror thread. For purposes of setting a mood, the moderator requests that all players listen to a specific song whilst working on this thread. The song is "Deliver Us From Evil" by Allied Vision and can be found at www.myspace.com/alliedvision (please scroll down on the player to the very last song). SHODAN also has access to the psych profile of every character. So be prepared for acute trauma. All players that have arranged a special 'scripted sequence' with the moderator are asked to be present here. Any other players may come in whenever they wish. The corridors of the No Fandom Politics Dressing Room are not the same... the lights flicker on and off irregularly. In the light, one sees limbs scatterred across the floor. Blood smears across walls spell out "resist," "run" and "stay away." The stench of rotting flesh and wet iron fills the humid air. A hospital. White tile and stainless steel panelling. Computers that are impossibly advanced rest on almost every wall. Screens are liberally scattered across the walls; occasionally the shortest flashes of a sinister face emmeshed in wires and data conduits appears. We come to what appears to be a surgical room. The machine at the end houses a brown-haired, silver-eyed, slender scientist clad only in sneakers, a pair of jeans, a green T-shirt and a white lab coat. A screen on the machine reads: NEUROGRAFT SURGERY: NEURAL CYBERSPACE INTERFACE IMPLANTATION HEALING COMA INDUCED COMA EXPIRES IN FIVE MINUTES There's a locker at the other end of the room from the surgery machine. The door is spattered with blood and closed. A small white-and-red object is lying on the floor next to the locker. COMA EXPIRES IN ONE MINUTE The very soft sound of robotic movement comes from the door into the next room. The door is locked. A lead pipe lies next to the door. Flakes of dried blood stick to one end of it. COMA EXPIRES IN FIVE SECONDS... REVIVAL PROCESSES INITIATED... SUBJECT CORE TEMPERATURE RISING.. SUBJECT... DR. EMMERICH, HAL [OOC: Hal must awake from brain surgery first, then we can assemble the party. As stated before some party members will start in different locations, usually unpleasant ones, and join up with the main party over time] Current Mood:  shockedCurrent Music: "Deliver Us From Evil" by Allied Vision |
| Tuesday, July 28th, 2009 | |
| 8:45 pm [jumpinjacklevin] |
Jack's trying out a new look, and such! (Open to all, as Jack is feeling rather lonely) [Jack sighed, a rather loud and exaggerated moan of listless dispair. He was bored. Back home he was Jack Levin, worldwide superstar. In this place, he stood out in a rather dull group of people who had no idea who he was.] Wha's the poin' o' bein' famous if no-one even knows who you are? [He mumbled quietly to himself.] [Another long, drawn out sigh escaped him, as he dragged his fingers through his hair, shaking the spikes loose to fall around his face. Oh well, there may be upsides to this. It was possible he could actually enjoy a few things in peace. He might finally be able to enjoy a good meal without being pestered by fans. Now, where was this resturaunt they had told him about?] ((Anyone want to help him find it? I'm sure he'll be grateful...)) Current Mood:  bored |
| Saturday, July 18th, 2009 | |
| 6:30 pm [roguemoon] |
Well this is certainly different... Hands clasped behind his back and with a bored line to his black lips, he walked through the strange darkness that had appeared within his lab. He had felt absolutely no psychic pull so that discounted about half the universal phenomenon this could be associated with. His tesseract system still seemed to be working well enough, the telepathic link he had allowing him to form them at will to either side as he moved with a casual stride. Still, the darkness had appeared and he had yet to find a way out or where it led. He paused in his step and turned around to look behind him. There was no sign of his lab. Red eyes narrowed in annoyance and he walked back the way he came for a long time, eventually finding himself at the edge of white steel walls. Not his lab, but similar in feel... and familiarity. He stepped out of the darkness and glanced behind him to find it completely gone, a long hallway in that familiar style stretching out to either side. He attempted to open a tesseract portal and his mind could no longer connect with the system, as if it did not exist and never had. That would make returning to his lab most difficult. The burning flow of anger began circulating through his icy veins, lava awakening the volcano. Whomever had done this to Sinister would pay dearly once he found them. Current Mood: annoyed |
| Monday, July 13th, 2009 | |
| 8:30 pm [lawuntohimself] |
[He's running, quite fast, seemingly with the intention of chasing someone down. Clad in a dark green outfit, set off by his silver boots and jacket, the sprinting man suddenly halts as he realises he's alone. He doesn't remember running into a building, and he'd surely notice one that was this big. Something strange was going on. He adjusted his glasses with one hand, a gun still held in the other as he glanced around the corridor.] Ok. This is weird. |
