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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]_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]_methos_
2013-02-03 01:04 pm UTC (link)
It's not all it's cracked up to be. Poor Cleo, I did like her. The Great War though. That brings back memories.

And you're a wee youngin', Mitchell. All of you are.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 10:05 pm UTC (link)
Cleo? She the one you fell in love with? One of them anyway.

Aww, that's so kind of you to say. Now you make me feel like I'm just outgrown my diapers.

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[info]_methos_
2013-02-03 10:21 pm UTC (link)
Oh, hell no. I dined with Julius, you'd think it'd be a conflict of interest.

Barely.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 11:10 pm UTC (link)
Ah, yeah, I can see that.

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