PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I'm finding a way out of this place. Even if it bloody well kills me.

I guess Los Angeles is going to be my stop for now. I just came from the northeast, a small town called Shepherd's Glenn, next to Silent Hill.

If anyone can give me directions to a decent hotel you will have my fullest gratitude.

Tomorrow evening, provided nothing else blows in with a sinister weather pattern, I will be going dancing at the Lux before my feet decide they've had enough of me and head over there on their own. A fair number of us could certainly use the break, and the distraction, and so I am extending the invitation all around.

[Filtered to Future!Peter and Cordelia]
As you both know, Nathan's birthday is coming up this Monday. I know it's incrediably short notice, but with all the madness that's been going on, I haven't had the time to broach the subject with you two.

Obviously we'll all be getting him our own seperate gifts; but what Nathan needs more than and ontop of the usual birthday trappings is an office. If the legal paperwork for the Hyperion and his own cases keeps going at this rate, he and Charlie are going to find themselves blockaded inside his room by piles of paperwork. I propose, if there's a room that can be spared, we convert it into a temporary office space. Nothing fancy; just a place for filing cabinets, law books, a desk--the hardware of lawyering, so to speak.

If not, I'm going to need to start looking elsewhere; and will still need all the spare hands I can get for us to whip something into working order by Monday.

It's done. It's over. You can look out the window and see that much. Silent Hill isn't taking over Los Angeles anymore, and Pyramid Head is gone. It worked.

The four of us are fine or as fine as you can be after all this but I really think it's time to catch up on sleep.

I'm sorry, though. I didn't want anyone else to have to experience that place the way I did before I came here, and I'm sure Alessa feels the same way. But as far as I know, no one really got hurt or killed, so that's what matters.

And it worked.

Pyramid Head is gone. Crisis is over. I feel like there's this huge weight that's been thrown from me. The world is suddenly a lot...better. And now I sound like a Disney movie.

So now that that's all out of the way, I figured 'hey, why not get back to doing what I do best?' So I went to check my email. I give people my email so that they can contact me for hunts, right? Instead?

People send me stuff like...Men in Black posters.

( MIB? Really? )

A lot of mist and human fear in the air. This feels like the Shadow World -- home sweet home.

It's over. Things are back to normal their usual brand of strange.

Is everyone okay?

Filtered to close friends. [This includes Heather, Sam Winchester, Amy Pierce, Peter Petrelli, Henry Townshend, and Lucien LaCroix]

I suddenly have a very bad feeling, and it's not because of those things that have arrived either.

I almost feel sick. I can sense HER presence here.

[Isis Residents]
Since everything is back to normal, so is Isis. You're free to come and go as you please.

Thank you to the Power Rangers, John Connor, and my lovely boyfriend Bart for all of your help.

[Rangers]
I'm sending Z Delgado to the nearest hospital. She would be better off there than here.

[Bart]
I'm leaving for the mansion soon. Would you stay with me for a few days? I'm still a little shaken up.

[Lois]
Are you okay?

Did you ever figure out what that weird prank call was about?

Well that was fun, let's not do it again.

( filtered, kira )

( filtered, heather )

( filtered, sam )

Alright, so I've been a relativly calm person since coming back from the dead but what in the world is with all this hating on Peter?

It's enough to make me want to wolf out!

( I mastered that innocent look at age six )

I'm in the mood to bake. Merlin, I'm turning into my mother. But it at least it will keep me away from the internet.

You know what I'm thinking, Lily? That we can't let you fall behind in your studies, and we should set up classes for you. And wipe that glare off you face, I can see it from here.

[Friends+Allies]
[ooc: For now I'm sticking Jessica Moore in the friends and not the family, since they don't know each other that well yet. Later she'll be moved into the family category.]
In case you're wondering, I'm alive and not too beat up. Hope you guys can say the same.

[Family]
[ooc: Family is Sam, Dean, Jo and Heather.]
One of my teammates can't, though. Z, Jack's sister, is in the hospital. Charlie took advantage of the fog and got Jack to shoot her. She should be fine eventually, but Jack is really torn up about it, afraid she's not gonna make it. If you see the bitch, cut her. Don't go trying to find Charlie, this is Ranger business. We'll take care of it.

So it worked then.

That doesn't excuse it Mr Petrelli. Hardly the actions of a Champion.

{Faith}

Can you meet me? I won't come to that hotel and I would like to speak to you, i believe I need to put across my side of things.

{Amelia}

You must leave that place Amelia, I won't have you working for Peter Petrelli. Your father and I will come and get you.

A pity it's over.

The Castle enjoyed the atmosphere. Perhaps akin to it's own.

Though these two recent catastrophes have been averted, one pauses to wonder which side is truly winning if such evil is able to happen at all.

With the fog gone, office hours will begin as normal starting Monday.

Remember, all sessions are confidential.

I think I need to write a song or stare out of the window for 24 hours to celebrate everything being normal again.

I'm going to miss Silent Hill: The Metropolis.

No, no actually I'm not. Oh, it was very fascinating. Exactly like finding a dead cat on the road, and you can't help but poke it with a stick until the grown ups finally get rid of it.

With that out of the way, would anyone like to go out for a drink? I could use one right now, and I'm not drinking alone.

If I had my zord, I'd squish her.

I feel like this place is changing me. Almost like I'm becoming more sadistic or something. I don't like it. I never felt this angry when it all started.

What ever happened to Power Rangers that volunteered at youth centers? Not that I'm saying everything goes down hill in the future. But this makes me so....ugh. Maybe I'm just too Old School.

Somebody get me drunk, and get me drunk now. I don't care if I should be sleeping.

Have to say I'm pretty damn glad that the mist is gone now. Didn't sit right with a lot of people I reckon.

Anybody here in this city ever participate in the fine sport of Party Crashing?

It should have been me.

It should have been me, that died on that battlefield, in front of the Daily Planet. He should be the one that's still breathing, living, day to day, doing what he always did. He... he was the greatest man I ever knew, so sweet, so kind, so wonderful... there was no one else like him in the entire world. And even though there's other versions of him lurking around, it's not the same. They're not him. They never could be. And I... I didn't even deserve him. I still don't. Maybe I never did.

And I can honestly say I've never hated myself more than I do right now.

I wish I wasn't here.

I wish I didn't exist.



[ooc: emo!tiems. Filtered against baddies cause baddies would probably mock, and filtered against Chris cause well... he don't need to hear his mommy talk like this. ETA: Anya, plz 2 be not fulfilling her wish. lol]

This is kriffing ridiculous.

Just so its noted. I made the decision that I did not want my blood used in the rite. I did. All by myself. I was not coerced into it, not forced to decide it.

I made the decision.

So please stop with the insults. Its pathetic.