PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Dementors?

I would suggest, anyone who's magical, should attempt to learn to cast a Patronus, or something of the equivalent from your world. You may need it.

[Weir]
Albus and I were attacked while we were out at a street fair. Dementors are here, in LA, Pansy's right. They must have followed Voldemort through. If you don't know how to cast a Patronus, I'm going to make sure you learn.

[Lavender, Peter Petrelli can read]
You're taking care of the Hyperion, yeah? Helping anyone who can do magic?

As if I didn't feel bad enough about last night, now there's this annoying song stuck in my head that reminds me too much of. One specific part of it, actually.

( lyrics )

Why have I been invited to join a band? Did I…sing or something? Oh god…

I call forth you Dark Lord and your vile servants, you cravens! You foul slayer of innocent! Come forth!

Dude... WHAT THE FUCK?

I was at a fucking kegger, went upstairs to take a leak, and suddenly, I find myself pissing on a wall in a damn alley. In fucking LA. How the hell did I get here, and where's the nearest bus station? I've gotta get back to the frathouse, man. I was chatting up this really hot and awesome chick. Can't leave her hangin.

[ooc: The following post is hereby forward-dated to Sunday afternoon. Lois's memory returns, before her man does.]


...I remember.

Everything.

A part of me wonders if I'd be better off not remembering. Because nothing's changed. Everything's still the same. Clark's still dead, and I'm still alone. I'm still alone, and the most completely, utterly, galactically stupid woman who ever lived.

That thing with the annoyingly loud children calling to my door, it happens strictly once a year here yes?. I do not want to find anymore needy irrittant brats on my doorstep ever again. I would be a great deal less restrained were it to happen a second time.

That aside, I am bored. What sorts of things are there for a Princess to do of an evening in a city such as this?

Well. Thank goodness for HSBC. Money, at least, is ticked off the list.

Given what I've read, I can't be the only person who's just found themselves here in Los Angeles, can I? All things considered, it's not horrendous. Two thousand and five, yes? I'm sure I have property here somewhere.

I can't believe I spent the better part of my night heckling a man to give me his box of cigarettes.

NOTE::

Mitchie if you still want to practice on some songs to help me out that would be a good idea..

This place sucks. As if labs, freak shows and pit hole that is Metropolis wasn't enough. Now i'm supposed to believe that my life was normal compared to this place. If Care Bears start coming out of the cracks in the wall, I'm going to hurt something.

Hmmm think I might've overdone the old magic mushrooms last night, cos this really doesn't look much like the forest of dean. Anyone seen a bloke that looks a lot like a ballbag with tenticles crawling around? I'm meant to be giving him a lift home.

I think I might just stay in my apartment until the Dementors are gone, I'm not exactly great with whole 'happy thoughts' thing and I'd really rather not die again, it wasn't as interesting as I'd hoped.

God I hate being so fucking helpless

darn it. where is tom. he knows about these muggle things. i can't figure out what i am doing. the question mark won't work. this makes my eyes hurt, how long do i have to wait for someone to say something.

hi, i'm merope gaunt. does anyone know a good-looking man named tom riddle.

ew. i hate this.

[Filtered to Ruby]

Stop making me agree with you. It's disturbing.

[Filtered to Sam]

Why would you tell me to watch something like that? Why? Do you hate me? Have I offended you in some way?

Would someone like to enlighten me on just what these things are?

I need a drink.

{Filtered to The World. Not everyone in it, but the planet itself}
Leave me the hell alone.

{Filtered to Sarah and Peter}

I really hate to ask for favors...but I kind of need one.

Such a celebration for a diminutive pagan holiday.

Integral, I trust you are feeling better? You have no idea how difficult it was to deny you.

My name is Alex Lugosi and I sell unique items to those who can afford them. I've only just arrived here and I wish to establish connections with those in Los Angeles who might be interested in buying or selling.

What do I sell? Items of a supernatural variety are my speciality and on the other side of the coin I am very open to purchasing anything one might have to sell. I'm currently working on building up my stores once more, but I do have one item I'm looking to sell at present. It's a mojo bag, a very old and very powerful mojo bag for protection and a minimal bit of good luck that I will personally guarantee is still providing the same amount of both that it was when it was put together. I managed to find my way out of Hell, after all. It's Louisianan in origin, and I reckon dates to about 1860. It's worth a lot.

I offer my services, though for a price. If you're interested in the bag,you think you might be interested in anything else I might have in the future , or you need something acquired, simply reply here with an offer. I'll be sure to alert you as my inventory grows.

So, I seem to find myself in Los Angeles. It's quite different from the little town of Silent Hill where I'm from. Very busy, not like that sleepy place.

And so many people! It's quite exciting really. I'm sure someone will help me settle in here, now that I've come?

What's going on with Buffy? SHE'S MAKING THREATS ON MY LIFE.

I got a special request for one of these, so I hope it does it's job.

( I don't like you, Mommy. )

Ginny.
How's the portkey coming?

Alessa.
Feeling any better?

Sam.
I love you.

This is unexpected.

Please, give me your recommendations for your best candy stores.

I had a really fucked up weird dream. Almost as weird as that one I had around Christmas my senior year of high school.

I think I'm going to stay up tonight.

[Sam Winchester]
Hey.

[Jack Landors]
Hey
Where ar
Why didn't you

[Dean Winchester]
Life sucks. I want a beer.

Oh my God.

He's alive.

My fiance's alive.

And he's here.



[Private to Elaine]

Thank you.

I'm not an animal expert so can anyone explain to me home come I go near a dog or a cat, they start barking or hissing uncontrollably?

Or if I try to pat them they try to attack me?

Did you do it?

Well hello, Los Angeles.

[ooc: yes, buffy is now evil. feel free to freak. xD]