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Dec. 12th, 2010

[info]heshotfirst

[Public.]

Even snow is better than this gray wet all the stinking time.

Dec. 10th, 2010

[info]awalkingcarpet

Text to H. Savoie.

We are out of food. Expliquer.

Nov. 28th, 2010

[info]ex_theredlig387

C Moran, H Savoie, C Maheu, T Sable

[After the dessert course at the Thanksgiving dinner.]

[Text to C Moran]
Did you have any dinner?

[Left for T Sable, H Savoie and C Maheu, tied with red ribbon to their doorknobs.]
[One namecard placeholder each, borrowed from the family table at dinner. They are made of pure silver, tiny bells with the word Family engraved on them in 24kt gold etching. No indication of who left them.]

Nov. 22nd, 2010


[info]blytech

[public]

Um I'm looking for someone who has a serious understanding of cars. I, uh, wanted to talk about some stuff.

This is so creepy I really want to ask

Nov. 19th, 2010

[info]incendiaestmei

[public]

Don't exactly know where I ought to ask for this sort of thing, but I'm looking for a roommate. As long as you can pay your bills and don't mind a smoker in the next room, I'll take you.

My name's Kenna Mackenzie. I'm new in town, don't know that many people here.

should I what the hell, why not I run with an investigative group called the Paranormal Investigation Team. We're nothing formal, just a bunch of Creations good at tracking down the sort of complaints that the police will laugh you off for. If you see anything that might warrant taking care of, or you've got the sort of talents you think we might have use for, don't hesitate to contact me.

Nov. 7th, 2010

[info]fearlessfelix

Call on the business line to Hal Savoie

-Ring-

Oct. 24th, 2010

[info]ex_theredlig387

H Savoie

[Locked to H Savoie]
Comment ça va? Are you going to the masquerade, Hal?

Oct. 12th, 2010

[info]creationsanon

c maheu, h savoie

[Left hanging from the doorknob of Hamartia 104 after this.]

Two Gris-Gris bags )

Oct. 4th, 2010

[info]heshotfirst

Got to admit, sometime I get tired of all this gray cloud.

Sep. 30th, 2010


[info]manilove

Posted by A. O'Malley

So, uhm. I hate these so much I just got here and I hear there are a lot of things that have happened in the last couple of weeks. Anyone mind giving me a rundown so I know all the hot spots to haunt. Haunt is still a hip word, right? Dark places are always nice, possibly of questionable repute. I've done a little research, but it never hurts to get a couple of suggestions. Also, if anyone has any sorts of errands or odd jobs they need done. I've got a long list of skills and a lot of time on my hands.

Sep. 27th, 2010

[info]ex_theredlig387

[All posted during this, the morning after the vigilante meet-up]

[Locked to E Kelly]
Eve, we need to have a talk about privacy.

[Locked to C Maheu]
Okay after last night?

[Left for H Savoie, late the morning after the vigilante meeting: An envelope with his name on the front and 500 very old dollars inside; the bills smell of faded New Orleans and salt air.]

Sep. 21st, 2010

[info]heshotfirst

Locked.

[W. Light]

[After this.]

Ain't nothing to worry about.

[C. Maheu]

Sure it's your turn to buy groceries.

Sep. 18th, 2010

[info]creationsanon

THINK BEFORE YOU PUT ON THE MASK

556 South Hampton Street

[There's a body at this address. It's a masked body; a masked hero--a very dead hero. Small time, extremely local, Electron was an electromagnetic Creation ability that targeted muggers in her filthy little neighborhood. Shot twice in the chest and once in the head. Someone heard the shots and the house is crawling with police already.]

Sep. 6th, 2010

[info]awalkingcarpet

Text to Hal Savoie.

[Posted a little after this log.]

Je vous déteste.

Aug. 31st, 2010

[info]thatshellfire

At Starbucks this morning:

Girl 1: What would you be? A zombie or a zombie hunter?
Girl 2: I think I'd just be a victim.
Girl 1: A vampire?
Girl 3: Vampires aren't real.

Aug. 28th, 2010


[info]capricieux

So I say to my manager, "Don't book me in one of these bumfuck little nowhere towns again sweetheart, or I'll pull your eyes out of your head with my nails." And he says, "Get the fuck over yourself V, it's just a show in bumfuck nowhere." And I kindly inform him that if the place doesn't have anything resembling civilization or coffee shops or nightclubs, I'm simply not interested. But he schedules us in bumfuck, nowhere anyway, and we kill, of course, because what else is there to do aside from coming to see us play the devil's music? Count corn in the fields? Stare lustfully at one's sister? Please.

My point being, the manager might be right in the sense that they like us, but not in the sense that bumfuck, nowhere is a place I want to be. Is that so difficult to understand? The fans do get cute though, like gleeful little puppies. I sort of love that.

Where was I going with this? Ah, yes.

Sweets, you can call me V. Treat me kingly and don't be unkind and we shan't have problems.

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