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[Dec. 1st, 2010|08:39 am] |
Right, then, let's skip the awkward phase, shall we? I'll need to bunk with someone. Tinted windows are a must. I have a severe allergic reaction to the sun.
[Private to Claire]
You're an emotional mess. Why? |
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[Nov. 14th, 2010|05:50 pm] |
Not that I mind new and fascinating places such as this, but being kidnapped has never been something I enjoyed too much. And I don't mind the job I've been given, as I was about to have my first concert anyway. But asking would have been a better option.
I've noticed many similar thoughts on this thing by the others who have been kidnapped. So instead of complaining, what is there to do around here that doesn't involve humans randomly bursting into song? |
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| Musical Virus! |
[Nov. 12th, 2010|05:13 pm] |
[Franklin is seated at his pretty glass table, drinking a Tru Blood and looking rather unenthused. He's unaware he's being recorded. Surprisingly dressed simply for the evening, jeans and a white t-shirt.
His recorder begins to play something, and for a second he looks confused. Then he sets his drink down and starts to sing. For once, he looks happy. It's a good kind of happy, without any malice or evil intent. This is rare for him, even bizarre, to feel so joyous without inflicting pain on someone else. It's a rare side of him, so rare even he doesn't know it exists.
The song picks up, and he dances a little. Nothing fancy, just swaying a little to the beat. When it ends, the serenity ends and confusion returns. For a few seconds he looks not only embarrassed, but hurt as well. All of that turns quickly to anger and he shuts off the communicator quickly.] |
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[Oct. 16th, 2010|01:25 am] |
Hello? This scrying mirror is called a 'computer', yes? I'm not familiar with the magic. Is there a person that could help me understand? I... I'm so confused. This is all so strange Where does the light inside come from? Tiny candles?
Very much appreciated! Domo arigato! |
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[Oct. 14th, 2010|09:13 am] |
Caught a shoplifter a few moments ago. It was a dull chase. I was hoping for something better, something more entertaining. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2010|11:52 am] |
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
( And listen to the music of the night... ) |
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[Oct. 11th, 2010|07:57 pm] |
I'm among "friends", am I? Fuck lot of good that does me. Good to know I have a job at least. My my, a police officer? I haven't been one of those in... quite some time. |
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