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[Mar. 9th, 2010|01:18 pm] |
Someone entertain me. Really, it's gotten so dull around here, I thought this universe was supposed to be unpredictable. Even Stefan's whining has ceased to be enjoyable. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|09:14 pm] |
what the bloody fucking hell is this mad shite//11111 where the hell am/ do you know what i was doing before i was pulled by an effing tornado ... There. I can yell at whoever the hell is responsible for this shit properly now. DO YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS BEFORE I WAS PULLED HERE BY WHATEVER THE HELL THAT WAS!? A TORNADO! In SCOTLAND!? BLOODY FUCKING BUGGERING SODDING HELL AND DAMNATION AND FUCK! I said that already didn't I? The WEIRD SISTERS! It was OPENING NIGHT of my band's first tour with the fucking WEIRD SISTERS! Not opening with them! Not the side show! One of the MAIN ones! And flying my way there and I get sucked here. I want answers and I want them now. Where am I? How did I get here? Yes, other than the obvious. It's rather difficult to miss a tornado. And why was there a tornado involved. How do I get back? I need to get back. My manager is going to geld me. And that's only after my Nana Molly rips me a new one for missing the celebratory dinner she's prepared. The entire family is going to be there. Do you know how bloody difficult to get all of us in one place these days? Just you wait. What the shitting hell! Godric. I don't care what dad says. Any woman who can kick Bellatrix Lestrange's arse is a woman to fear. I'm not taking the blame for this. Not when it isn't even my damned fault. You lot can tell my Nana why her grandson couldn't make the celebration. You can go right ahead and tell my mum too. And my aunt 'Mione. And my aunt Fleur. In fact, go right ahead and tell the lot of them.
Oh, and yeah. Great-aunt Petunia's throwing me her own the week later. Have fun with that. The telling her. Because I am not going to do so.
I'll just sit back and watch.
My manners. Almost forgot them. James Sirius Potter. At your service. Sorry about the bit of ranting not really. Bloody fucking hell. Almost dropped MY GUITAR. MY GUITAR. DO YOU KNOW WH I do autographs. Even on the skin. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2010|10:24 pm] |
Dove sono - where am I?
Why do I know English? I have never even met an Englisher. And this is not my home.
It seems I have been subdued and held. And induced to write with this ... thing ... instead of proper ink and quill. Leonardo, is this your doing? If so, you had no need to kidnap me! |
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[Jan. 9th, 2010|11:15 pm] |
I say, first myself and now Sir Doyle's work. This is proving to be a rather fascinating universe. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2010|10:03 am] |
These are very pretty flowers, Meggie, but I thought de plan was to unclutter de office, non?
Et de receptionist is beginning t'suspect they are for me. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2009|07:19 pm] |
Well, that certainly is new to me.
Could someone kindly explain how I managed to be brought back to London by tornado? |
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[Oct. 29th, 2009|01:54 pm] |
I have no bloody clue what to do for Halloween this year.
( Damon ) |
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[Oct. 8th, 2009|06:46 pm] |
You know, as pretty as they are, I'm starting to think that women aren't worth the trouble of loving. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2009|05:04 pm] |
Fine. Johanna, meet us at the manor at midnight. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2009|12:52 am] |
I can't take the hiding any more, it's going to drive me insane. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2009|05:03 pm] |
Johanna.
Stop it. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2009|04:14 am] |
This alternate universe sucks. I'm not just saying that because of the fangs. No really, I'm this close to eating these people in "my" house just for the entertainment value, I'm so bored.
Ugh. Where are the hot vampire guys at? Hell, failing that, where's the party at? |
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|12:22 am] |
( Stefan. ) |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|06:34 pm] |
I'm going for a walk along the river. Damon, Stefan, you're welcome to join me if you'd like. Anyone else is welcome too, of course, I could use the company at present. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2009|08:24 pm] |
NO! No, that's not fair! You can't have her! Not just out of the blue like that!
You just can't. First him and now her and heads ARE going to roll for this, I promise you that. |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|03:42 pm] |
My wheels. Where are my wheels? I can't move without...
...oh, this is weird. |
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[May. 22nd, 2009|08:52 pm] |
Stefan.
How long have I been sleeping? |
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[May. 18th, 2009|04:45 pm] |
I'm really not good at this sort of thing, haven't needed to be yet, I'm used to history shifting, it's just that it usually does it at the normal pace, not in leaps like it's done this time, to say nothing of the different dimension.
I suppose the first thing I should do is introduce myself, my name is Stefan Salvatore, some of you have likely met my brother, since he's been here a month before me.
I'm trying to get myself caught up to the history, and this is where you all come in: What do you consider the most important or influential invention, person, or event in the past quarter century? |
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[May. 11th, 2009|02:47 pm] |
That was terribly mature, Damon. I realize you're upset about me calling you out on the blonde, but you know I'm right, absolutely no point in such a waste of Power to show your disapproval.
ETA: Anyone who isn't Damon, what year is it? |
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[Apr. 15th, 2009|07:08 pm] |
Oh, thank God. I can finally grab a bite to eat without hearing everything my food is thinking. It was tedious to the point of headache.
Alternately: the books about me - well, slightly about me - they're not so bad. At least they paint Saint Stefan as the whiner he truly is. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2009|08:05 pm] |
As pleased as I am to have gotten breakfast in bed - and so beautifully arranged - I'd much rather know where I am and when I am.
At least I woke up with my ring.
Brother, are you here? Are we playing hide and seek? |
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