April First

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Oh, shitballs.

See, the Bunny forgot, or was made to forget, that with the advent of actual holidays, it's not just easter that gets kicked in. It's all of them. Which is okay, he likes the first. It means he gets to be evil.

So, all across town, pranks are being pulled. From the Coopers farm to the far side of metropolis, salt shakers are unscrewed. Sugar is poured in gas tanks. Buckets of water are place precariously on tops of doors. Benches are painted and left wet without a sign. Absolutely any and every (non-harmful) prank you can think of is getting pulled and or set up, all over the place.

And the Bunny is in heaven.

Sparring at dawn

[serinusniger]

Early this morning, Dinah can be found on the stretch of well-used field between the bunker and the pond, in full Black Canary costume, stretching out. She's joined just after sunrise by Mel, who leaves the girls in their baby chairs at the edge of an unmarked area and joins the older woman.

( You sure you want to do this? )

After that's established, Dinah collapses against the bunker, gulping from a bottle of water. She's sort of hoping the display would encourage some of the other fighters to talk about training with her.

[OOC: See, I promised Weaves.Open for spectator threads, but if you wanna catch either of them afterwards, I'll pick them up when I'm back from work.]

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[fatherjackal.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in Rome

Inside a church, Father Jackal is feasting. He's been in this strange world for some days now, and being in the holy city has brought out some rather unholy appetites. It was rather silly, actually, all these priests and nuns hiding inside the church, as if expecting that to be some form of protection. They actually thought they could hold him back with a cross! When he has his own sitting right there on his chest. Silly humans.

Of course, he only needed a couple of them to fill up. The rest of them he used for some expierimentation. As far as he can tell, the humans of this world are no different then the humans of his own. All the same organs, all the same bones, all the same reactions to pain. Quite wonderful, actually. He's managed to recreate a few of his favorite works of art using the cattle, and they look wonderful. Probably still in pain, but what does he care?

He's just putting the finishing touches on on of them, carefully removing the skin from the muscle so as to get a better red, when he hears a commotion outside. Sounds like ti might be worth looking into.

In the streets, some vampires are brawling with some humans. He can tell they're vampires because they definitely look the part. Poor Nosferatu. Must all be from the same clutch, to all have the same deformity. And getting their butts hand to them by a tiny Asian girl. For shame.

Jackal rolls out of the church, his great girth providing him with momentum, his enormous voice booming out to startle all the combatants. "Now, what the sam hill are y'all playin' at here? Y'all are vampires, y'might as well act lahk it!" He keeps up his charge, not even slowing down as one of the humans attempts to jump in his path, crucifix held protectively in front of him.

Father Jackal doesn't even slow down. He rips the cross from the mortals hand, then returns it, shoving the hunk of wood into the humans chest before tossing him out of the way. Vampires and humans stand in shock at the sight of this horrible priest bearing down on them. Only the little Asian remains unaffected, throwing herself at Jackal with a relentless fury, driving a stake into his chest, where his heart should be.

Her arm sinks into his body to the elbow, and the flesh surrounding her clamps down, hard, preventing her from withdrawing. "Naow, darlin, I'd hafta be some kinda moron ta keep mah heart somewhere easily accessible, naow wouldn' I?" His right hand lashes out, wiping across the girls face, removing all definition where it passes. There is a crunching sound from his chest region, and the girl falls away, her arm cut off where it had entered the body.

It doesn't take long to mop up the rest of them, and Jackal enjoys himself, loving the ability to cut loose. This now, this is the life.

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[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

The day is a steam cooker, the road gritty, and without trees to shelter them.

Fortunately, it empties onto a boulevard. A KFC, a Burger King, and then rows of faded historical buildings, the crumbling brick blocks tall enough to at least shield the sun a bit. Laura makes a beeline to a tourist station. "They got maps here," she announces, pointing through a dusty, cracked window.

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[verb-not-noun.livejournal.com]

There is a red girl in black leather crouching beside the pond/lake at the back of the farmhouse. She trails a single finger through the water, but is always quick to pull back when a tiny, baby tentacle looks like it's about to reach for her. But she seems to be enjoying herself and that may even be a slight smile curling her lips.

So. Red girl, poking water.

Come poke back?


(OOC: apologies for extreme lameness and disappearance. F'REALZ. :( )

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[lemur-sitter.livejournal.com]

Sokka is SLEEPING.

Totally not sulking, and totally not brooding. Brooding is for people who are not Sokkas. Sokkas are certainly not moody and irritable around the full moon.

SLEEPING.

... in that way where both eyes are open and he's given up on being inside the tent, sitting against the wall of it and sharpening his boomerang grumpily.

Sleep is overrated anyway.