PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

You are all children. Grow up.

Have you guys seen that TV show Smallville? Why is Clark Kent going to high school with Lois Lane? That completely ruins the arc.

I think some people need to get off of these things.

It’s always nice to come home and find all of your belongings strewn about on the ground. I wanna get wasted. But it wouldn’t work so I’m not even gonna try it.

[Private to Jack and Kara]
You two have a place to stay?

Raya. She's gone. She's just.. gone. She couldn't have left, I would know Not in her room. Her communicator device isn't picking up. And her phone is out of service. Again. You know, sometimes I really don't like this city. I'm starting to understand how other people feel when the people they love suddenly vanish.

If there was some Red K, if I had some of that
Just a little
No can't do that again, since I remember last time that happened

No, I'm not going to lock myself in my room again. I'll be out. Doing things. And helping to build those two cells, that's the most important thing right now. The mission is more important right now. Always is. I have a job to do and it will be done. I promise that.

[Bart]

So.. ready to build? I'm sure we can handle it. Materials should be ready, and should be enough. I can lift and weld, you could do that tornado thing to help keep it together; maybe with combined speed between us, it'll get done in no time. Along with any other speed skillls that you know, there's probably more than I know about.

I hate teenagers.

Normally I swear by meditation, but right now? Even that's failing me. I'm angry. I'm angry and I never get this angry over little things.

I actually want to throw something.

[posted as Barbara]

[Cathy Hyatt]
From what I've heard, you run the LA Welcoming Center. I wanted to get in touch with you because I've decided to shut down the Isis apartments. What happened with Isobel has made me reevaluate my life. I love to help people, but I haven't enjoyed running the place for a while now. It was left to me by Lex Luthor, along with the mansion and everything else that was his. Maybe that was his way of helping the city, but I don't think it's mine.

What I would ask of you would be to offer the current residents the same that you would offer a new arrival. I don't want to just dump them out on the street.

[Bart Allen & Kara Zor-El]
How do the two of you feel about horseback riding? I need to get out of this mansion.

[Jack Landors]
How are you doing?

[Lois Lane & Alyssa Enrilé]
Are you alright? I'm so sorry.

Who knew my presence would cause such an uproar? It was certainly not my intention. In fact, I have no need to explain my intentions to the lot of you as you seem to be not different than the close-minded bigots I watched hunt and burn innocent women for years, most of whom did not even practice the magic of which they were accused.

I will, however, make one thing very clear: I kill for vengeance and in defense, not for sport. There is but one in this city who has done to me enough to deserve death, but I have no doubt he will come to me.

Take it or leave it, but if you are still firm in your belief that I plan to murder you and your family in your sleep, do not expect me to respond.

[Ruby]
I find it amusing that you are the only one over the age of twelve with a mind open enough to listen. If there is any way I can thank you, I would like to.

I don't know exactly what Isobel has threatened to do to people. I really don't. But if anyone touches the body that belongs to Lana Lang, you will have to deal with me. You don't want to see me when I'm pissed, I don't care what magic you have.

I was under the impression that Lana was friends with the lot of you, or had at least offered to help you out, I thought maybe some of you would actually care enough to try and help. Maybe I was wrong. My mistake. But don't anyone touch her. I don't know anything about magic, but I'll figure it out somehow.

Isobel has Alyssa and Lois. Her ancient bitch friends have possession of their bodies. She told me over a text. What do you guys say we do about this?

[Sent as Oracle.
Attch: Huge ass file on the Joker. Like the wiki, but with more.]

This is ten years worth of information on the man who calls himself The Joker. About ten minutes ago there was an explosion that ranged from [address] to [address]. About two city blocks, gone. Injury reports are still coming in, but already I'm already hearing twenty and many more injured. The Joker isn't a demon, he's not a vampire, he's not anyone with any power aside from a near genius intellect in chemistry, weaponry, and blowing things to hell. That said, underestimate him at your peril. I'm well aware that he looks like a clown, but the man is a menace and he's like a cockroach. I can't count the number of times I've seen him 'die', only to reappear again. Jail cells won't hold him, aside from that, he's not easily caught and the one person who I know can isn't here.

I already warned Gabriel, but don't taunt him. Don't challenge him. Don't try and push him over an edge. He'll accept your challenge and you will have alerted him to your existence, which isn't something you really want to do, believe me. If you're out and you see him, don't approach him unless-- well, just don't. Not directly, at any rate, and if you do please, please, please make sure you have some sort of plan. He will not. I would tell the entire city of Los Angeles, but when you tell the general public something like that, that just tends to make them more curious. I'm just assuming that the few of you are sensible enough to at least consider this advice. The Joker and I have a history, and I know exactly what he's capable of this. This isn't just from nowhere.

Like I said, the Joker won't have a plan. He doesn't do plans. He does chaos. That's essentially all he wants. I can't tell you what he'll do next, but I can tell you that I'm currently watching all hospitals, hospices, business centers, homeless shelters... basically anywhere where there are innocent and helpless people. Residents of the Isis, and those of you who work at the Welcome Center? You could be targets. Again, I can't say anything for sure, but he likes chaos and he likes confused innocents. He might rob a bank and then burn the money. He'll take hostages and then kill them after his demands are met. Just because.

Just be careful. And if any of you can spare some superpowers for down town, I'm sure the EMTs and fire departments would appreciate it.

Has anyone seen Lana Lang today? Maybe I just keep missing her, but I haven't seen her around Isis all day. She's supposed to be here.

Edit: Nevermind.

[ooc: You decide if your character saw this before the edit.]

Ow my head kills. Worse migraine ever..what the hell was I doing last night I smell like a sand box. Theirs a mountain of it in my socks.

I have powers!

....

FIRE. EVERYWHERE. I DIDN'T DO IT. I DIDN'T mean too it' Sam's fault!

We need to get to the bottom of this...thing.

Someone should build a giant playpen so that we can stick all the adults with amnesia kids in it before they decide to play in traffic or destroy everything in sight. I'm not babysitting.

I think I just got...grounded. Like..No tv. No games. At least she didn't mention comics.

...What the hell?

Apparently I've gained a son since I last checked because I've got a mug that says #1 Mom now.

I think I might keep the tree up until New Years. It seems too nice to take down just yet.

[Oliver Queen]
I heard through the grapevine you're dating a Power Ranger?

[ooc: Which would be Bart Allen, Linda Lang/Kara Zor-El and Jack Landors for those of you who don't know/are too tired from holiday hijinx.]

I'm going to start putting the presents under the tree. Opening comes on Christmas Eve after dinner (meaning don't make plans), so NO PEAKING! This means you, Bart. And possibly Jack as well. I mean it, no peaking. I'm trying to enjoy this holiday, despite my former fiancé.

I still hate France. Even when you run into somebody who is perfectly capable of speaking English, they still insist on being a snob by talking to you only in French. And even though I speak French, that’s not the point. The best things are not found in Paris. That’s the point. I think.

And also, the French are gross with their eating of snails and their stupid snail farms and the snail eggs that they think will be the new caviar when it clearly won't be.

[Filtered to younger! Clark Kent]
You can leave temporarily, right?

I hate him. I hope someone poisons his fucking brandy.

[ooc: This is post-Lexmas-watching Lana. Enjoy the venom. Oh! And Lex's brandy was poisoned in the Season 3 finale, Covenant! Of course I doubt Lana knows that.]

I've made a decision.

I'm getting a cat and naming him Spot. (If you get that, you're awesome!)

That okay with you, Tor?

[Dawn Summers]
You're still alive over there, right?

[Bart Allen]
Hey, dude, can I talk to you about something...weird? I mean maybe it's not weird for most people, but I'm not most people. I'm not even people, I'm a machine.

The lack of respect people have for each other around here is disgusting.

Now go ahead, tell me I'm childish, and that I couldn't possibly understand. Prove my point.

Um...I don't think not being in Kansas anymore quite covers it... so who took me over the rainbow, Dorothy?

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mack Hartford, leader of the Power Rangers here in LA. We've lost one of ours again, Kira Ford. Jack is convinced she's still alive and is looking for her now, but I'm sure he's just going to come back with a body. I know there are a lot of you who knew her, which is the reason for this post. I want to have some kind of memorial for her and anyone who wants to come is invited. Problem is...I really don't know what she would have wanted. It's not one of those things you talk about while you're training together. If you have ideas, I'm open to them.

I can't say I'm happy being back here, but I'll adjust. Perhaps you could help me? I'm looking for a young man: early twenties, tall, dark hair, baby blues, goes by the name of Clark Kent. Other people of interest would be Bart Allen, Oliver Queen, Arthur "AC" Curry, Dinah Lance and Chloe Sullivan. If any of you are here, or you're someone who knows them, please comment.

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought to yourself, "How in the world did I get here?" I don't mean questioning your existence, I mean trying to figure out what brought you to the place your life is now.

[Bart]
I
You
I want to tell you something...but I'm afraid you'll just avoid me afterward.

What do people do around here for fun?

I'm beginning to think that I need to interact with more people here. I've been so busy with I don't know many of you and I'm certain that many of you don't know me. In a city like this one, I think that it would be wise for those of us who are capable of being friendly and polite to interact with one another, don't you? Stay away from the bad things and instead focus on the good. I certainly can't sit around and claim that I am the good that you need in your life, but at the very least, I hope that I can become a friend.

I thought about telling you all a few things about myself, but I decided to do something different instead. There were a few surveys floating around the office today (I was applying for work) and I decided to fill one out, just to entertain myself a little. Feel free to do the same. It may be a good way for us to start talking!

( Survey. )

L.A. is strange. Someone tried to bite me and shooting them doesn’t work. Will I become a creature too or I need to get a shot for rabies?

You know what, I guess I'm going to go walk around outside and wait until I find some idiot who thinks they’re awesome and totally capable of doing whatever they want because one time, back home, they saved a kitten from a drain pipe. I figure I can be nice and at least throw them out of the way before they get their head bashed in.

A good samaritan needs to help some of these people around here fish their brain cells out of the toilet they obviously dropped them in.

[ooc: Filter includes: Bart Allen, Lois Lane, both Clark Kents, Chris Kent, Kara Zor-El, Oliver Queen, Z Delgado, Jack Landors, Kira Ford, Alyssa Enrilé, Cassie Chan, Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester.]

I know some of you don't celebrate holidays (and some of you don't even like them), but I'd like to invite all of you to my home for Thanksgiving dinner. If you can't or don't want to come, that's fine, but I want to have as many people I'm thankful for in the room as possible. You are my friends, family and protectors of the city each in your own way. I'd love for you to come.

I almost forgot how fun it could be to kill things with pointy sticks. And last night, I poked a demon in the brain with a pair of scissors. And my cat’s still here and she’s as awesome as ever. She chased a doberman down an alley this afternoon. I was so unbelievably proud of her. I have to buy her something expensive now.

I want a new knife. I lost mine.

( May contain spoilers for season three of Heroes )

I told them I didn’t want to play Candyland with them. Look at the age range you morons! It’s 3-6. I’m not 3 and I’m not 6 so why the hell should I sit down and play this stupid, boring game with you? I told them that and they just ignored me and eventually tried to bribe me with chocolate and promises of fun and knowledge of some kind of a secret strategy.

Now look at me. I’m back in this dump and God only knows what will happen to my fish back home. He’ll probably marry it. I’ll go back and he’ll be married to Lola. There will be little mutant fish babies and they’ll be playing Candyland.

I hate this place. Raya's not here. I miss her and I don't care if it's only been three hours.

I think this city may even be more chaos ridden than Metropolis. And that? It's saying something.

While Lois has her coffee cravings, my mind has decided my life needs a soundtrack. I think I'm going to have to write down all the lyrics before it'll finally let me go to sleep.

[Bart]
I left you a little something.

Okay, so.. I'm back. I imagine I've missed quite a bit. But hopefully, I can catch up, and get back to doing what I do best in this city. Saving lives.

[Hyperion]
Call me if you run into any large threats, either galactic or otherwise. Like Zod. Even though I don't live at the hotel, I'm available to help you.

[Justice League]
Need help with missions, or rescues, or anything?

[Lana]
I got your message. It's alright.. I understand. Even though I think I should have been more careful. I was in the wrong.

Dude... WHAT THE FUCK?

I was at a fucking kegger, went upstairs to take a leak, and suddenly, I find myself pissing on a wall in a damn alley. In fucking LA. How the hell did I get here, and where's the nearest bus station? I've gotta get back to the frathouse, man. I was chatting up this really hot and awesome chick. Can't leave her hangin.

[ooc: The morning after Halloween]

I'm never wearing another costume ever again.

[ooc: Oh, nostalgia, how I love you. Also, Keaton!Batman FTW.]

This is all one giant death trap.