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Loki ([info]hamrammr) wrote in [info]compass_network,
@ 2013-02-03 13:10:00

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Entry tags:!open, maryanne walker (oe), ~isabel lane, ~john mitchell (oe), ~micha delmare, ~tony stark

Hello Island!

There are plenty of horrible things that have happened over the past few weeks. We all lost people, half of us are grieving or at least know someone who is. Every few days someone new arrives here and they will feel lost, they will feel horrible. But we can show them a bit of kindness, everyone here. Show them you are human, listen to them. We need to start helping each other.

I’d say that’s all something we should do a little bit more: listening to each other. We all have our pasts and some of us have been through a lot of shit. But before we go and attack people, let’s listen to them, show them a bit of respect. Let’s get to know each other before we start to judge the other person, swap stories and see where we are alike rather when where we are different.

My name is John Mitchell. I’ve been on this island from pretty much the beginning. I own the local pub, so you can come and see me there. I made the mistake of attacking the spire a while ago and since then it loves electrocute me which usually ends with weird stuff happening to me. I’m a vampire and I hate it. I don’t need to drink blood but I’m still addicted to it. Please, don’t offer me blood or bleed in front of me. I’m trying my best to stay clean. I can be an arse at times, bear with me.

I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, in the late 19th century, early 20th century. I used to steal apples from Uncle Michael with a few others from the same street and then watch as Mick accused the “British arse bandit”. I didn’t have much when I grew up, in retro sight we were nearly as poor as beggars but I had enough. I was a soldier in the Great War and died there. I thought I would be home by Christmas as did most of my comrades but I never got home again. I travelled the world. I’ve done a lot of horrible things in the past, a few kind things as well. I love fast food and Maryanne’s burgers are a blessing in my eyes. I don’t see sense in white chocolate or putting milk into your coffee. I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar but never got farther than A major.

So, hello, everyone, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you. Who are you? And would you like to help me turn this into a place we all want to live in?



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[info]robinofthehood
2013-02-03 12:28 pm UTC (link)
I, for one, think this is a very good idea. And find a lot of merit in your words.

My name's Robin of Locksley. These days most people know me as Robin Hood. I grew up in Locksley, in Nottinghamshire in England, in the 12th Century. I was made Lord of the village when my dad di I was eight. I've known Marian of Knighton since she was born.

When I was nineteen I went to fight in the Holy War in Jerusalem, and served King Richard as Captain of his private guard, with my friend Much. when we returned everything had changed, and through a series of events I could probably talk at great length about so won't bore you, I was outlawed, lost my lands and titles, and ended up living in Sherwood Forest. Five of us from there spent our time helping feed the poor, and stopping the Sheriff in his plots to overthrow King Richard in his absence.

I think this place has the potential to be friendly and welcoming to everyone who comes here if we all ensure we are patient and respectful of everyone's differing opinions.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 12:48 pm UTC (link)
Hello Robin!

Eight and already Lord, that's an impressive career. Marian, yes, I met her on the train. She's a good person. I'm glad she has you here now.

War is shit, isn't it? And I guess half of us are outlaws in some regard.

Yes, I believe the same.

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[info]reinedescoeurs
2013-02-03 12:36 pm UTC (link)
My name is Kaya Mcintyre and I was born in the 24th century. Until I arrived on the island, I'd never seen the sun for longer than it took to me to slip out of one tunnel, run across dilapidated New York City and enter another one, so I could run straight home. I wear sunglasses, I love to make ma'amoul and I wear always black. I have, among rather prevalent Irish roots, also American, Arabic, Japanese and Indian ancestors - in other words, I'm a melting pot of cultures. Depending on how you look at it, English is my third or fourth language. Either way, I don't think in English.

Before ending up here, I was a medical doctor and divided my time between the ER and the office. My job was to make sure everyone understood my brother and cousin, which required a lot of smoothing over their words, repeating and correcting their actions as soon as they turned their backs. I also was in charge of other things, including making sure the names of the dead were read out over the intercom system, added to the memorial wall, that families were properly rehomed in the event of a tunnel collapse and were taken care of and fed as properly as we could manage. I also was in the council - which shortly put, meant that we were a listening ear to everything else that didn't include military command.

I'm perfectly content to do whatever you need me to do, but I will say no to medical duties - I've had my fill, died while doing it, so no thank you.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 12:52 pm UTC (link)
Hello, Kaya.

It's nice to have you here.

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[info]_methos_
2013-02-03 12:50 pm UTC (link)
I will only repeat myself here, but alright. Here goes. My name is Methos -which is a rather charming nickname given to me by the hundreds of Watchers who have kept an eye on me all these years. I'm five thousand years old, which means my own memories of stealing apples and putting the blame on someone else are a bit vague - but the Watcher diaries and honestly, my own diaries, have helped me to put the pieces of a really large back together again.

I remember my father being related to royalty. I remember the desert, palm trees, dates and honey. We were a nomadic tribe and I assume that we trekked from one oasis to the next, trading with whomever happened to pass by. And then there was a sandstorm and my family - my firs wife - were all killed. I died, then lived. Moved on, was picked up by another nomadic tribe. I remember being killed by them because I was the devil, I couldn't age. Another tribe found me wandering around in the desert, they took me in. And the pharaoh enslaved us all.

I helped to build the pyramids, worshiped a false God. Did nothing when the pharaoh killed my wife. Nothing but run away, actually. At first, anyway. Went to the city of Petra, learned the craft of stonemasonry. I do remember that. Went back to Egypt, mummified the Pharaoh alive, became Pharaoh. That ended. After that it's a bit vague.

All in all, I just lived life, studied, fell in love, married when the opportunity presented itself. And yes, I have many, if outdated, skills I could use here on the island. You are all free to suggest anything to me.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 12:58 pm UTC (link)
I haven't read it yet.

So hello Methos.

That's one hell of an age. Remind me of it whenever I feel old again. And Pharaoh is quite an career.

I'll get back to the organisational stuff later this week. Cheers for offering. We need everyone we can get.

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[info]aedwardstark
2013-02-03 01:26 pm UTC (link)
My name is Tony Stark and I'm an alcoholic. And I am taking this whole thing seriously. I've only been sober for about two years now, which is really quite a long time for me. And it's extremely hard given what I do.

I was born and raised in NYC though I do have a house in Malibu and a few scattered around the globe. I spent most of my adult life making weapons for a living and not caring about the consequences that came with them. That all changed when I was kidnapped by men that were hired by my dad's best friend to kill me so that he could run the company however he saw fit.

I've gotten people killed and I've saved the world. I have shrapnel still in my body from the attack trying every day to kill me and if it weren't for the arc reactor that is currently installed in my chest powering an electromagnet, I would have been dead a long time ago. I'm friends with some very strange but amazing people and I quite often take advantage of that.

I'm also suffering from some massive daddy issues amongst a variety of other psychological malfunctions which is why I used to drink all the time. My parents died when my father got behind the wheel drunk and ended up running right off the road. I was 21 at the time.

I'm not really sure what else to say at the moment. I'm a firm believer that the past is the past and if someone is truly trying to change who they used to be, everyone deserves that chance. Especially if who they used to be isn't entirely their fault. The past is the past and being a total bitch about it isn't going to change it. There's a man that just showed up recently that tried to kill me at one point, but he's saying he's changed and I'm willing to give him a shot. I'm a little wary, but I'm not exactly an angel so I can't tell him that he's not allowed to try to change his life for the better.

I do know that when people aren't willing to accept that someone has truly changed, it makes it all the more difficult to stay changed. When people constantly believe you're the same person you've always been, you see no point in becoming better. You just go on and live up to their expectations of you. Everyone deserves a chance to be a better person, no matter what.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 10:10 pm UTC (link)
Hello, Tony. Nice to have you here.

2 years, that's good. Keep on going, you can make it.

And yes, I agree. Everyone should be given the chance to change. Everyone has made mistakes and if you want to be forgiven, you should start by forgiving others.

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[info]notalongshot
2013-02-03 01:27 pm UTC (link)
Ain't much to explain without delving into history that ain't even yours. You might've noticed Sonmi-451 around. She was one of the first batches of fabricants made. Looks human, but wasn't ever considered to be as much - was fed false lies about her purpose. Was genomed to work twelve years in a fast food restaurant, every day shifts of nineteen hours, four hours of sleep. And she was just a server, destined to be processed into food for other fabricants after she'd earned her twelve stars.

Most my ancestors were just like her, genomed for a purpose. In this case, soldiers. A war broke out, cities crumbled, countries fell. And then Sonmi started broadcasted a message that ... was inspiring. Inspiring enough for my ancestors to lay down arms and to go into hiding in the tunnels of the ruins of New York City, because there was nowhere else to go. Gave each other names - human names. Refugees and fabricants who were in hiding as well were welcomed.

Of course it don't stop there. Because of them, they done lost the war and the world was in a sorrowful state. They needed a scapegoat. And started a witch hunt. For a while, anyone who looked a bit like the original prototypes and fabricants were shot on sight. Anyone who exhibited powers was taken down to facilities where they were 'examined'. Of course, three hundred years on, all these powers and faces and normal human genes were bound to intermix and create more interesting powers.

Which gave them more of a reason to try and hunt us down, because it wasn't supposed to be possible. That's that.

Now, I was a reckless kid. Loved to go topside, took my cousin with me - my sister never dared. Roamed the city, almost got into trouble way too many times and got lucky. At least until they almost got Samir. I fought them off, got captured, thrown into a cell where they tried to torture me into submission. When that didn't work, they just locked me up and threw away the key. I reckon they'd shuffled me to somewhere in Mississippi when I managed to escaped. Barely made it into Louisiana - separated from the United States and a free state for people like me.

Always under attack tho'. I joined the army there, fought their battles for a long time. At least until I broke my back. Took me two years to get back on my feet and by then I'd married, adopted her daughter as her own. Violence seemed to subside and I got a nice tan. Wife died. And then my father, the commander of the Underground in New York City, he blew his brains out and the elders, they sent for me. And just like that, I became Commander. Ain't something I asked for, but Kaya helped me through.

That's about all there's to me, ain't it? I think so, yeah.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 10:16 pm UTC (link)
Hi Erol. Thank you for sharing.

This Sonmi sounds like a good person. I guess many of us either lived in fear of a witch hunt or already got hunted down.

I've got another question: what's the best thing that ever happened to you? One truly good memory.

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[info]living_history
2013-02-03 01:36 pm UTC (link)
That sounds like an excellent idea! My name is Bridget Reese and I had a fairly typical childhood out on the family farm in rural Pennsylvania in early 21st century America, with a large group of brothers and my twin sister [info]dreviltwin Calleigh. Then my senior year of high school shit started getting weird. My sister, one of my brothers and millions of other people just vanished off the face of the earth which is why last night really freaks me out. I didn't take it very well but my parents convinced me to go ahead and go to college, so I went to Arizona State to get away from home and the memories. Then right around Christmas break the world ended, cities blew up and those of us who survived had to start over. I don't remember much about that first year, I think I blocked it out.

Anyway, I wound up in northern New Mexico and fell in with this tribe of people, the core of which had been a band of rabid environmentalists, who'd taken over the ski resort and small town of Angel Fire. They were led by a really charismatic (and as I later realized, batshit crazy) guy who called himself Nemo, and they talked about making a new society and starting over rather than just scrounging off the bones of a dead civilization. That sounded pretty good to me so I joined up and worked hard, and after a while Nemo surprised the hell out of me by picking me to be his coleader. I kept working hard, and quickly realized I was riding a tiger, if I quit I likely would die as some of the Angels Of Fire were real pieces of work.

We didn't have the best reputation among other tribes in the area, both because of the aforementioned pieces of work and our environmental beliefs. But from what I could see, as bad as the Angels were they at least had a vision for the future and the others didn't, so I stuck with them. It was a hard world and I just had to be hard. About seven months ago I stayed overnight with a rival tribe in a nearby town, we'd been negotiating a trade agreement and a blizzard blew up. Their leader and I got to drinking and talking and one thing led to another...which is why I'm pregnant with my sons. I didn't tell anyone who the father was until a few weeks before I came here, he and Nemo didn't get along which is why I was the one doing the negotiating in the first place.

I've been here two months and this place, as freaky as it is, is still better than where I came from.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 10:24 pm UTC (link)
Hey Bridget. It's nice to meet you.

I was misled as well, followed the wrong man, believed the wrong things.

When are you due?

And yes, it's what I believe as well. I can be me here, something I was never able to be where I came from.

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[info]renaantilles
2013-02-03 01:55 pm UTC (link)
It sounds like a very excellent plan, Mr. Mitchell.

My name is Renella Antilles but those closest to me call me Rena. My sister and I were born on Corellia and we had a loving family with wonderful parents. When we were three, two Jedi came and took us to a special school hidden on one of the fringe planets so that we could train to become Jedi Knights.

We both worked hard but we had a lot of time to play together. My sister and I were nearly inseparable. When we were 17, a group of Imperial soldiers came and destroyed the school, killing several of us. Some were offered the chance to turn to the dark side and join them. My sister agreed to this and I haven't seen her since. That was 10 years ago.

I joined up with a group called the Rebel Alliance because I'd heard my cousin Wedge was a pilot. He introduced me to the most amazing man, Luke Skywalker. I spent a great deal of time on the ice planet Hoth and flew with Rogue Squadron, created by my cousin and Luke.

I was also a pilot in the battle at Endor, the one that finally brought down the Empire and made the universe a better place. Before I came here, we were celebrating the defeat and just taking some time off to be happy for a while before the real work started. I am a Jedi Knight, but that doesn't mean much as, at last known count, Luke and I were all that was left of the Order.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 10:26 pm UTC (link)
Hi Renella, you can scratch the Mr., everyone calls me 'Mitchell'.

And you are a Jedi, that's impressive. So, how is Luke in person?

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[info]night_song
2013-02-03 02:13 pm UTC (link)
I guess I'm the last one of the group to answer again and I can't take Kaya's silent prodding anymore. So here goes.

Because of a combination of bad genes and pessimistic doctors, I wasn't expected to live past six months. I did though, obviously. And as I grew up, Erol and I were joined at the hip - wherever he went, I followed. And we created mischief down in the bazaar, stole stuff, ran from the guards and when they'd eventually get us, we were quick to flash out heritage in their faces. Erol's abi was the Commander, my abi was his Adviser. We got away with a lot, like most children down there in the Underground. I remember that it took me forever to learn that the sun's supposed to be yellow, the grass green, the sky blue.

Erol took me up to the surface far too often, something that was forbidden but we hardly cared. Erol already told you what happened. He got taken, I ran away. I was ... ten? I think? Two years later, during a cease fire ordered by the International Council For Peace, my parents decided to relocate to New Orleans. It was an ambush. They killed my ummi straight away, separated me from my sister and father. Threw me in a cell and watched us. I know this because I did it myself.

It's called a rehab center for a reason, you know? To soothe the public, to make them believe they're brainwashing us back to our original purpose in the most non-violent manner possible. The truth's far from that and I ain't gonna tell you. Killed someone the first month I was there, because I wanted it to stop. And it did. They tucked me in a nice, soft bed, gave me some milk, patted my head and said - 'good job'. The moment I started to resist, their behavior would change.

After ten years of that, I was one of them. And I did a good job.

And you know, now I do keep rationalizing it - if I kill them now, if I break into their homes in the middle of the night and shoot them dead right there, they're not gonna go to rehab. So it's okay. I didn't think that before. I thought, if I kill them tonight, if I kill more than ten people, twenty, thirty - I'm going to get that car I wanted. And I got that car and I got the fancy roof top apartment. I got everything I wanted, all the luxury in the world. Even climbed on the ladder so high that I fucked the Commander of the Alliance every night and became his right hand. Randall's his name.

And then I ran into Erol. He must've shook something loose in the scuffle that followed, because the next night I ran into another Tank and I froze. Instead, he blasted a hole in my stomach and I ended back up in rehab. I lost everything - my rank, my possessions, everything, in one fell swoop. But someone was there. Messy hair, broken old glasses. Skinny. Just sweet. Gentle. A computer geek - and Erol's former head of Security. Stuff just happened. His name was Sam Ashley. And he was just really, really lovely and perfect and beautiful, even when they'd cut him all open and he was bleeding right there on the floor or drugged up so bad that he couldn't even remember his own name. And I'd pick him up, put him on the bed, clean him up. And he'd do the same when they threw me back in.

I don't say that I love people very often, less alone write it. But I guess I did. I do.

But then, there was some new kid. A butcher. And he put my body under so much stress that I exploded for the first. The blast killed everyone in the room, blasted a hole straight through several walls and I went with instinct. I tried to go back for Sam, but couldn't. The whole place was locked down so I ran and ran until I collapsed and blacked out.

And then I woke up in another cell and Erol was staring right at me. And for months, he kept telling me the same stories over and over. Stories about you, Mitchell. Stories about our ancestors, about our history - the same words over and over. And then opened the door bit by bit. Until I was dead set on not killing him anymore.

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[info]asummersday
2013-02-03 04:11 pm UTC (link)
Oo, awesome! I get to talk about myself.

Well, hello everyone. I'm Summer Adams. I'm eighteen years old and I'm from Florida. It was 2012 last time I was there, so I'm pretty much in normal time here. I'm one of the few people here who, despite the whole kidnapping thing, actually doesn't mind being here. I mean, I miss my dad and my brother and my friends but my group were beginning to break up and go to college at home - everyone was finding their independence - so it's kinda cool that I've got that too. I thought I was just gonna be stuck at home forever so this is actually kinda like my own, big, coming-of-age adventure.

So, let's get down to the gritty because everyone loves nosing into other people's secrets. That's what Facebook's all about, after all, right? I'm one of the island's resident werewolves. For anyone who doesn't know what one of those is, I basically turn into a super-strong, super-fast, super-hungry wolf every full moon. But hey, that's, like, less than 2% of the month. The rest of the time I'm pretty much like any other human, even if I'm generally stronger and have a better sense of smell and that. I can also tell when people are lying to me... Which can be handy sometimes but also kinda off-putting. So, yeah, don't lie to me if you don't want to be found out. I can give one hell of a stink-eye.

Personally, I like being a werewolf. I mean, the change itself is freaking excruciating but I love being able to run free once a month. It's worth it, in my opinion. It does mean that I'm pretty much always hyper, though, and I literally can't sit still for more than five minutes at a time. I get twitchier the closer it gets to full moon. But, hey, at least you'll know I'm always up for doing random shit. Random shit is actually a specialty of mine.

I work at Mitchell's pub pretty much all the time, because otherwise I'd literally be bored to tears, so you can usually find me there. I mean, if I'm not working there, I'm drinking there. So, yeah, pub is a good place to look if you're trying to find me.

Where did I come from? Well, I was a bit of a slacker at home. Not on purpose, I just never really fit in well. I tried school and just wasn't that great at it. I mean, I'm not dumb or anything, I just hated being trapped in a classroom all freaking day. I graduated, just, but I honestly have never been more glad to get out of somewhere in my life.

I've never exactly been a social butterfly either, which probably didn't help with high school. I mean, I like people alright but "normal" people don't tend to get me. I mean, I wear old clothes, I don't give a crap about fashion, I drink, I smoke, I get stoned, I hang out in places I shouldn't be... you know, typical rebel things. I think I'm a okay person, though, when it comes down to it. I mean, I'm a hell of a lot nicer than any of the bitches who picked on me in high school because I wouldn't conform to their plastic, fake-ass ideals. And I'll always be totally loyal to my friends. Maybe it's a pack thing; I dunno.

But, yeah, I'm always happy to talk to anyone, or just listen, or hang out, or do crazy stuff, whatever really. I'm around, so come find me if you need me. I don't bite... most of the time. =P

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[info]asummersday
2013-02-03 04:12 pm UTC (link)
P.S. Mitchell, you're adorbs, okay?

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[info]no_vacancy
2013-02-03 07:34 pm UTC (link)
Hi, Mitchell. I'm Claire Novak. I'm a friend of Ira's, who works at Maryanne's, and I used to be a counselor for troubled kids.

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[info]macleod1518
2013-02-03 10:29 pm UTC (link)
Since the Old Fart has decided to share his tale I suppose I might as well share mine as well.

My name is Connor Macleod, of the Clan Macleod back when that really meant something. I was born just shy of five centuries ago in 1518 in the highlands of Scotland. I had the typical upbringing for a clansman of the time and life was fairly routine until my first battle, against the Frasers, in 1536. None of the other clansmen would fight me, and I was attacked by a giant of a man in armor who ran me through. Before he could take my head he was attacked by my own clan and I was taken home to die.

But I lived.

Needless to say my survival was not taken as a miracle but a sign I was possessed by the devil, and was nearly burned at the stake. I was exiled and set up shop in another town, where I apprenticed as a blacksmith before taking over the master's business and marrying his bonny daughter, Heather. It was there I met my mentor, who went by Juan Ramirez at the time. He was over three thousand years old and taught me everything I needed to know about being immortal, including the fact that I was immortal. When all you wanted was a normal life with a wife and children, being told you would never die from disease or old age and can't have kids was something it took a while to accept.

In the last five centuries I've done nearly everything, but I had a special love for sailing and the sea back during the age of sail. Most recently I've run an antique business in New York City, on property in SoHo I've owned in one form or another since before the Revolution.

I've volunteered to help out with security here. I don't know how much good it will do for the more supernatural aspects of this place but at least we can make certain people are safe from the more common variety threats.

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[info]genepunk
2013-02-03 10:49 pm UTC (link)
Greetings Mr. Mitchell. I am Micha Delmare, Jedi Knight.

I don't really know what to say. My life so far is fairly typical for a Jedi of my time, about six centuries after the last great war between the Sith and Jedi. The Sith were wiped out (or so I thought...Knight Antilles had some disturbing news about that) and the galaxy was more or less at peace, though there was always work for a Jedi.

I grew up in the temple and took to the lessons quickly, being chosen for Padawan by Master Yoda a few years ahead of the typical time. He was five hundred years old and still couldn't figure out (or chose not to learn) how to make food that a human would consider edible, that was a lesson in itself I suppose. I was apprentice to him for twelve years and he is the closest thing I will ever know to a father figure. For the last two years I've been on my own and mostly on protection details and a few undercover assignments.

I know very little about fashion or popular culture outside of what I needed to learn for undercover assignments, and what I did know was for a time and place very different from here. I find myself wondering what the Force is asking me to do in this place.

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[info]charlieprice
2013-02-03 11:01 pm UTC (link)
Well, this is nice. I think that you already know quite a bit about me, but for anyone new who may be reading-

I'm John Watson, and yes, you probably have read about me in a certain series of stories. However, there are many differences between my fictional self and I, the most notable probably being that I am actually from the early 21st century.

I am one of the doctor's on the island. I trained at St Barts in London, and then I joined the British army pretty much straight out of uni. I was an army medic for about ten years, and saw service in Afghanistan, where I was shot and subsequently discharged from duty. I don't have much trouble with my injuries any more even the PTSD is

I have a sister at home, and I miss her terribly some days. That fact aside, I am much happier here than I was at home. That is in no small part due to Sherlock Holmes being here, very much alive, and very much my husband.

Oh, I was also a victim of the runaway train everyone goes on about. That was- different.

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[info]fuckitybye
2013-02-03 11:34 pm UTC (link)
Christ, you're really trying here, aren't you?

All right.

I'm Malcolm Tucker. I have anger management issues I was in a high-stress job back home, where I had to shout and threaten and all sorts just to get through the day, and sometimes I forget that things aren't exactly the same here. In times of stress, I lash out, and 99% of the time it is at the wrong person here. Truthfully, I am frustrated with the island itself. So, with that in mind, I apologise for being a twat lately, and I'm just going to try and- calm down and start again.


I also come from a world without any supernatural happenings, or at least not that I was aware of. Every day there is a new culture shock for me. It's not an excuse, it's just worth mentioning.

I have two daughters, and the island likes to torture me about them in various sadistic ways. Despite that, things weren't exactly going well at home, so I'm definitely among the "please don't send rescue" camp.

I don't know what else

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[info]greywhite
2013-02-03 11:52 pm UTC (link)
Well I was going to save this for my no doubt best selling autobiography, but okay.

My name's Grey White, no it's not what's on my birth certificate but it's my name. I'm 29, a feminist, originally from Manchester where I worked in a crappy office and lived with my boyfriend Lex, whom I met at university when I was far too young to actually know what I wanted.

My story isn't quite that dull and boring though. Lex was a werewolf, I mean he wasn't when we met, but well don't go out walking in deserted places on a full fucking moon. Anyway that was fine, I mean yeah okay I could've done without hearing my boy screaming in fucking agony once a month, but if you ignore that part it was pretty okay, because even as a fucking wolf he still knew me I think. He was still Lex in there, and I was never, ever scared of him, because really he was just a bloody big Alsatian. So yeah things were fine for ages.

And then I was forced to own said boyfriend and give my blood more often than was medically safe to a bunch of racist vampires, really they were like the fucking BNP but with better clothes and financing.

I drink too much, talk too much and am, arguably difficult to get on with. I can't deal with vacuous people or people who just let stuff happen.

I too was kidnapped by the train, which really wasn't so bad, until it really, really was.

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[info]isabellane
2013-02-04 02:43 am UTC (link)
Hello Mitchell. My name is Isabel Lane

Before coming here I was just a normal girl living in the great state of Texas. I was in a band (which means I can teach you guitar if you still want to learn) and I had a job besides.

After coming here I ended up being a genie all because I ended up making a rather nonspecific wish.

I am a major geek so I actually know of a lot of the people that have shown up on this island. Which is a little strange for me, meeting these characters that I thought were just fictional. But it's also kind of awesome.

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[info]maryanne_walker
2013-02-05 10:33 am UTC (link)
It's a good idea. And I'm going to give you all of it.

My name is Maryanne Elizabeth Walker. I was born at 12:01am on November 1st 1992. My brother Sean Timothy would follow twenty short minutes later. We were born to a dirt poor family. One that lived in a barely livable shack in the middle of the woods that backed up to a creek branch off of Dog River. We were so poor that we swam, or took a little john boat that I'd found to the bus stop so we could go to school. The house didn't get a driveway til I was ten.

At the age of four my Father decided that I was burden enough, and that I had hidden behind my brother on the ultrasound on purpose, it was time for me to pay for it. He beat me within an inch of my life. I'm not exactly sure why I got taken to the hospital, didn't seem like ever really cared whether I lived or died.

He didn't beat me that severely again for a long time after that. I think I was eleven when the next one came. I don't remember that one so well, fortunately I blacked out half way through. I used to take beatings for my brother. For my Mom. Figuring that if he hit me, that he wouldn't hit them so much. It worked pretty well with Sean. We didn't start looking too different until puberty hit.

I got blamed for everything, if the wind took a shift and blew smoke in his face he'd find a way to blame it on me. I had belt marks on a good bit of my body. And a long scar on my left leg that ran from my hip to my knee where he broke a boat paddle over my back and continued to beat me with it.

My only reprieve was when me and Sean would escape to our Grandmothers. She would come and get us for holidays. Thanksgiving mostly. I learned how to cook from her. She also found my talent for music. I started learning on a hand me down Cello. I have her talent with stringed instruments. Something that was passed down from daughter to daughter for eight generations.

If it weren't for her and Sean I don't know how fucked up I'd be. Music was my escape. Still is sometimes. I can play the piano, any thing that has guitar labeled to it, the violin, the fiddle, and the cello. I could probably teach myself the harp but that's a little fancy for me.

When I was fourteen I seduced my next door neighbor. He was 32 at the time. I know a lot of people have a problem with this, but this is how it happened. There's no changing that no matter how much someone else dislikes it and wants it to be different.

My grandmother had died two weeks prior, and her house was getting put up for auction. David was working on his car in the driveway. To keep your judgement on him low, he didn't know me, he knew my dad, but not me. I didn't look much younger than I do now, my hair was just longer. And I was able to lie to him and convince him that I was older. That I'd just flunked a few times and that was why I was still in school. I needed to feel something more than the gut wrenching heartache of losing one of the two people who loved me.

David was good to me for three years. I was getting ready to go to the prom, I was looking down the nose at the last stretch of school before I graduated as Valedictorian. My Dad picked that moment to come in and tell me I looked like a fucking slut. My dress covered me from bust level to ankle and then I had a shawl to cover my shoulders. I wasn't dressed like a hussy, my make up wasn't dark. Nothing about me said I was a whore. But he still... took a swing at me.

I'd had enough, I swung back. Kicked him in the balls. But that cathartic moment wasn't enough to stop the stress from kick starting my X-gene. He stared at me from the ground as my hair began to turn yellow, as fur began to sprout. As my muscles and bones and organs began to rip, shred and reform. The shift was nothing less than grotesque. In the end I was one very long, very scared kitty.

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