PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I feel like a narcissist. Strange that in the future I would have such different tastes in music, clothes, food, activities. Some of the stuff I could probably still like if I was Cheryl.

People read some of the strangest things. Some people don't really care for the books; some books are never returned. Sometimes a book will come in, and it's immediately checked out. Maybe it returns, maybe it doesn't.

Okay. Score one for being in Nowhere's Glenn one minute, and being in fantastic, sunny, and building filled Los Angeles! Score another one for not even having to pay for the trip! Although would it have killed whatever did this to have asked me? Look, I'm glad to be out of the town of the perpetual mist, but would it hurt to ask a woman before you toss her around?

Would anyone mind answering some questions? Where's a good place to stay, anything weird about this place; the usual.

Heather's gone. It's obvious that she is. I hope wherever she is, that she's safe. No point in dwelling on it. It won't do any good.

Having a job is a very worthwhile thing to have.

[Filtered to Lisa]

Found a job at the library. Only part time, maybe thirty hours a week. At least it's something. Yeah, so, how are things going with you?

If I wanted to do something useful for this city, besides helping at the hospital, how long would it take until I could take down some younger vampires? I found some things Maria left behind, and needless to say, she was armed more than I ever would have imagined. Holy water, stakes, guns, pendants...the whole kit and caboodle.

I guess what I'm saying is, is there some special training you have to undergo in order to really be a match for these vampires, or is it a matter of having the right tools and weapons, with some hand to hand training? That doesn't mean I'm going to go out hunting them frequently or anything. I know not everyone can do what you guys do. I'm just saying I want to be able to take one down if necessary, if I have to do it for my own sake or to protect someone who's with me. At the same time, it'd be one less vampire you guys have to deal with. And yes, there is a personal motive in this. So I'm not just diving into something foolhardy for the hell of it, hard as that might be to believe.

I know I haven't always gotten along with the people here, but please don't dismiss this out of hand.

[Now filtered away from LaCroix]

You know what's frustrating?

Well, a lot of things actually. Stubbing your toe; not winning the lottery; realizing your favorite restaurant is closing; bla bla bla.

Having a preacher trying to convert you to Christianity, and instead of just saying "sorry, not interested." You start singing about...I don't know what I was singing. Something about worms, and caverns, and being psychologically beyond reproach...something with evolving, something about the greater good, and dancing chipmunks.

Okay that last part was a lie. But I had the guy convinced that I was possessed by not one, but an entire legion of demons. You want to say "no I am not!" and what comes out is ""What is gone from me was expendable, merely the last aspects of my humanity..."


No, that doesn't make me sound possessed. Not at all.


I'm not singing again. At least not for another year or two.

All right, let's do this

One, two, three

I want a cup that overflows with love
Although it's not enough to fill my heart
I want a barrel full of love
Although I know it's not enough to fill my heart

I want a river full of love
But then I know the holes will still remain
I need an ocean full of love
Although I know the holes will still remain

And this Swiss-cheese heart knows
Only kindness can fill its holes
And love can dry my tears
As pain disappears

I need a miracle and not someone's charity now...


[ooc: "I Want Love" - Melissa Williamson]

And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then
Who knows who really decides?
In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity
The astronaut listens to voices that call
Won't you follow me down?
Breathe, as you suffer with existence

Rags and ruin of all that was human
Leaching the force of collective design
Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces
But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines?

In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal
Why do we waste time on hope?
In perfect execution, liquid and lucid
Born in the astronaut's eyes
Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear
Breathe as you suffer in denial

The lover and the blind man they sing their song
The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone
They can't reach heaven, the truth's brutal lesson
Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes
But who decides, who decides?

[Nevermore - Who Decides]

You lie, silent there before me.
Your tears, they mean nothing to me,
The wind howling at the window,
The love you never gave,
I give to you,
Really don't deserve it,
But now, there's nothing you can do.
So sleep, in your only memory
Of me, my dearest mother...

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.
Goodbye
It was always you that I despised.
I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh no
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,
Goodbye,
Goodbye,
Goodbye,
Goodbye...

[ooc: Room of Angel - Melissa Williamson]

LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX, BABY!

[OOC: Let's Talk About Sex - Salt N Pepa. Why? Because fat pregnant chicks need love too! xD]

Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!
Burnin'!

To mass fires, yes! One hundred stories high!
People gettin' loose y'all gettin' down on the roof - Do you hear?

Folks were screamin' - out of control
It was so entertainin' - when the boogie started to explode
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn!

[ooc: Saturday Night Fever - Disco Inferno. AKA Spike's FAIL attempt at explaining the situation.]

My life is undone I'm a sinner to most but a sage to some
And my Gods are untrue I'm probably wrong but I'm better than you
And the longest hours I had in my life
Were the ones I went through to know I was right
So I'm safe but I'm a little outside
I'm gonna laugh when I'm buried alive

STAY...You don't always know where you stand
'Till you know that you won't run away
Theres something inside me that feels
Like breathing in sulfur...

[ooc: Slipknot - Sulfur]

( splashed across every internet page for three solid hours )

I run, I fall, what ripped away, check my body
Was it body or soul
The darkness fades, fades to light
Disappearing now, disappears from the night

And all these nightmares I once had as a child
The morning always came, it came too late
What did my mind forget, forget to hide
Could the nightmare be awake, I don't know

In or out, up or down, never know its an illusion
Round and round, on and on, every day spins my confusion

Not again, not again, not again, this dream I can't awake
What is real, what is real, what is real, it's getting hard for me to take
What I need, what I need, what I need, a little somethin' I rely
And the white sugar gently hides me

Oh the sweet sugar saves me, it's the room that confines me...

[ooc: To the tune of Tender Sugar, by Melissa Williamson]

The internet is really, really great!
For porn!
I've got a fast connection so I don't have to wait!
For porn!
There's always some new site!
For porn!
I browse all day and night!
For porn!
It's like I'm surfing at the speed of light!
For porn!

The internet is for porn, the internet is for porn! Why do you think the net was born? Porn, porn, porn, porn!

[ooc: The Internet is for Porn!]

It's been quite a while since I've posted a useless but fun post on these boards, and since things like quotes and MASH and so on were generally fun, let's try this.

Read the following questions, imagine the scenes in your mind and then write down the very first thing that you visualize. Don't think about the questions excessively, just go with your instinct.

1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. Who are you walking with?
2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?
3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe its size?
5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
6. You enter the house. You walk to the dining area and see the dining room table. Describe what you see on AND around the table.
7. You exit the house through the back door. Lying in the grass is a cup. What material is the cup made of?
8. What do you do with the cup?
9. You walk to the edge of the property, where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What type of body of water is it?
10. How will you cross the water?

After you've answered, I'll give you the explanation under a filter so everyone can take a shot at it without spoiling themselves.

( my answers! )

[ooc: Just a suggestion - write these up for your characters before OOCly reading any of the comment responses. It's worth it for the fun character development, for you AND for the characters. XD]

My head was pounding this morning. I think maybe I overdid it yesterday. But it was worth it. I had a lot of fun yesterday, more than I've had in a long time. Everybody was so joyous and carefree. It was overwhelming, but in a good way.

I think I danced on a table at one point. Or maybe it was my imagination. I'm not sure. It's a little embarrassing to think about. But it was worth it. A lot of people were celebrating, and everybody was acting outrageously. This city is so serious all the time. It was nice to just have fun and forget about all the problems plaguing me and the city.

hcaZ naht esorw saw tarb tahT. nerdlihc etah yllaer I. nerdlihc etah I.

[Constantine]
Settling in, babe?

[Custom filter: filtered against villains, Ruby and Sam, and Gabriel Gray. And of course, Alessa, for obvious reasons.]

Maria's gone.

It figures. I finally get one good friend in the city, and they take her right back to our home town. (I'm not whining about it, btw. I know better than that.)

I just wonder why the Powers would give us these people and then take them away so suddenly. It seems cruel on their part, and I see no reason for it. I didn't know her that well, but she was nice to talk to.

This sucks.

[Harry]

I want to apologize to everyone. Especially to Sam. Not just because he scared me, although that's a reason. I said some horrible things to him, so I can't blame him for being angry. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have meddled in that. It was Alessa's problem, and I'm just some junkie nurse who doesn't know anything.

I'm generally not that stupid. At least, I hope not. I just tend to get overemotional sometimes. I don't really think before I do things, and it ends up costing me sometimes. So, you were right. I should have just stayed out of it. I want to apologize to them, because I really don't want them to keep attacking me forever. But they would just make fun of me, so I guess I should keep my mouth shut?

[Maria]

I pilfered some painkillers from the hospital. They helped, but I thought the effect would be stronger than it was. Maybe I should try mixing them with alcohol? ^_^

j/k (I'm not really going to do that. >_>) Not yet anyway.

I wasn't planning to post for a week, because I needed to stay away for Alessa's sake for a while. But seeing the stupidity some of the people here are throwing at one of my friends, I have to speak up and say something.

Those who are doing so, lay off of Alessa! That incident a while back wasn't her fault.

She was being controlled! I haven't seen one post here blaming Dahlia for what she did, and yet she's the woman who nearly destroyed our whole world! And that second outburst from Alessa was my fault. I shouldn't have been acting like an idiot, and I pushed her over the edge with my comments. It's taken me a while and Alessa nearly killing herself, but I accept now that I was wrong.

Why is it that nobody blames the person responsible in this city? Is it that hard to believe a mother could do that to her daughter? Dahlia was an evil woman, and she was very capable of manipulation. So what if Alessa loves her? Big deal. She's her mother - it's only natural that some love for her would remain, despite everything. But the fact remains, she was the one controlling Alessa's actions. Her and that artifact she was using, whatever it was. And yet, people seem to be conveniently forgetting that as they blame Alessa time and time again, for things she had no control over.

So I guess by that reasoning, I was responsible for what I did in Silent Hill, completely, even though I was drugged out of my mind and Kaufmann was manipulating me like a puppet? Is this the trend of this city - someone gets mind controlled or coerced in some way, they do something they regret, and then they get blamed for it, while the person behind it gets away scot free?

What the hell...

I'm sorry.

Okay? I want to apologize to you. I shouldn't have made those comments. And reading over those remarks now, I can't believe I said such thoughtless things. I acted stupidly, I know. I know I hurt you. And I'm sorry. I'm not asking for you to talk to me again, because I know that'll take time. I just want you to know that I apologize for what I did, and I'm sorry I hurt you in that way.

I shouldn't judge you for loving someone, especially given my own background. I'm sorry. I don't know what other way to say it.

That's the honest truth. Please accept my apology.

I'm sorry. I really am.

You ever just want to drink yourself into oblivion and not wake up for a week?

I'd probably do it too, if I didn't have to go to work later this morning. I just talked to a guy who said he's coming to torture me. I'm not afraid of him, because he hasn't done anything yet in the time I've been here, but it's annoying hearing again and again that he's going to torture me. My best friend is angry at me, I'm angry at her, and I'm starting to wonder if she was ever really my friend in the first place.

Oh, and the number of people getting brought into the emergency room keeps getting worse. Yup, it's good times in L.A. >_>

I saw this last night. I should know better than to watch horror movies, but I was bored, and after what Harry said, I decided to check this out and stick with it, to see if there was any creativity:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0643108/ Obviously there are spoilers for it, although I think the ending is obvious from the start, for some viewers.



I think I'm now scarred for life.

[Filtered away from baddies]

Stupid nightmares.

I guess I won't be sleeping for a while I need to get some sleeping pills figure out a way to fall asleep again.

Spike, when I said I'd patrol with you I didn't mean that I'd sit through an hour of you betting on kittens.

Sicko.

I plan on taking a break from writing. What do they call it when you do something so much that you get tired of it? Burned out; that's it.

Does anyone know when creativity started to die?

I'm so tired of
I hate t
Why can't we all just live n
I feel trapped in this house, I've gotta get o
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Not helping, not he

I'm thinking about getting a car. I've been renting this truck out for weeks.

Do people really have to get on the computer when they're drunk?

[Filtered to the Hyperion]

Sam has informed me that I should use rock salt to cover the windows and doors of my room. He also suggested that I ask everyone else to do the same, or I do it myself. Whatever the reason I trust that it's for a good one.

I've placed bags of rock salt outside of everyone's doors.

[Filtered to LaCroix]

I asked my mom why she burned me. She refuses to answer; I wonder now just how horrible it was.

[Filtered to Lisa.]

Can I talk to you? Not through here, but can we meet somewhere?

Gee whiz, skinned knees are the worst! At least I got the last Sponge-Bob Bandaid at the first aid shack.

( Filter to Lisa Garland )


( Filter to Heather Mason )


( Filtered to Mom )

( filtered to LaCroix )


( filtered to Lisa )


( Mom )


( Peter and Faith )


It never seems to get too cold in this place does it?

I'm sorry I haven't been around much.

I've been swamped with job interviews and trying to decide which one I'll take. It's looking pretty good, but I want to make sure I'm making the right decision.

How have you been?

It feels strange, getting back into the grind of things after being deadaway for so long, but I'm getting used to it. I read about that vampire army that's supposed to come storming through the city. Scary stuff, but I guess you guys will deal with it, huh?

...Why do I suddenly remember people saying that pregnancies don't necessarily last the whole nine months here?

[Filtered to the Hyperion.]

It's already been more than 24 hours. I went to the pits, and went in them. I told myself that I'd accept whatever long term consequences came with it.

I'm feeling a lot better now.


[Lisa]

Hey, I think Heather's busy with Sam right now, but I was wondering if you'd like to do something? Umm, but that's only if you want to.

I had a muggle child follow me for half an hour today after she found out my name. This place really is strange.

These people are scary. We've got some woman talking about locking up people, there's a vampire fighting with her, all kinds of people are threatening each other.

What the heck is going on around here?

I came in to see if there was anything I could comment on, and instead I saw...this. Whatever this is.

What's wrong with that woman? She sounds...insane. Even I wasn't that insane when I was on the drug.

How do you deal with all this on a daily basis? Should I be worried about this woman if I see her out on the street?

I'm never going out again...

Breathe, Lisa, breathe.

Okay, so Alessa told me to introduce myself. So, um, here it goes. My name's Lisa Garland. I'm from Silent Hill. I suppose most of you might not have even heard of that town, and the ones who have, it probably wasn't positive. You don't have to be scared of me or anything, though. I was just an ordinary person. I don't have special powers or anything, and I think I'm just about as average as you could find.

I'm trying to find a job right now. The Welcoming Center gave me some suggestions, but I thought I'd ask you guys anyway and see if you guys knew of anything that was open.

My studies were always in the medical field, even though I wanted to be an actress at one time. I really wish I had pursued that instead sometimes. Does anyone need a nurse at a local medical office or something? I'm a certified nurse of two years and have worked at a major hospital. I don't have any proof, but Alessa can vouch for me. And I think a man named Harry Mason can as well. I don't remember him, but he claims to have known me back in Silent Hill. My memory's pretty bad at the moment, so he's probably right.

Anyway, it's nice to meet you all. I hope that doesn't sound too boring.

Alizer

...who the hell is Alizer? I wonder if it's some sort of anagram. I wouldn't normally obsess over a word, but this one just came to me, and now it won't leave.


In an attempt to be like someone with a little resemblance of normalcy I went to see a movie. Hostel.

Best comedy ever. Okay, it was somewhat entertaining, but my main thought through out it? This is really boring, stupid, and gross.

[filtered to Heather]

That latest arrival from Silent Hill? The one that's not Lisa? I can't put my finger on it, but there's something kind of off about her.

[filtered to Lisa]

Lisa, I made something for you. It's a necklace which contains a special type of ward. It'll keep Valtiel away from you physically, and it will prevent him from encroaching in on your mind.

...Where am I?

One moment I was in one place. Then I was here. I don't understand.

Why am I in the middle of a city? What's happened to me?

It feels cold. I'm trying, but I can't stop trembling.

I'm scared...

...Someone, please help me...