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wearsredhelmet.livejournal.comIn Metropolis....
Eden McCain has a table to herself at a coffee shop - notebook papers are spread over it with titles like 'Main Character' and 'Subplot 1'. The great post-apocalyptic novel isn't going to get written any other way! She felt like dressing like a cliche artist - and is wearing a navy blue beret.
Tom Therin is whistling cheerfully to himself as he walks down the street, idly looking for pockets to pick.
On the Cooper farm....
Bridgette Dubois has a stuffed pony, a lion, and a unicorn in a semi-circle on the lawn to the Cooper house. "Whoever wants me to sing Lion King at the talent show, say aye!"
The stuffed animals are silent, but Bridgette - after checking on Marie, who claps her hands in agreement an area to her left - nods as if they actually spoke. "All right - how about Sound of Music?"
Oliver Wycliffe, dressed in white and looking thoughtful, is riding his stallion Beauregard down the road to the farm.
Dana, an extremely tired-looking young woman in ratty jeans and a T-shirt, is waiting nervously in front of the hospital, gnawing on her lip.
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Eden McCain has a table to herself at a coffee shop - notebook papers are spread over it with titles like 'Main Character' and 'Subplot 1'. The great post-apocalyptic novel isn't going to get written any other way! She felt like dressing like a cliche artist - and is wearing a navy blue beret.
Tom Therin is whistling cheerfully to himself as he walks down the street, idly looking for pockets to pick.
On the Cooper farm....
Bridgette Dubois has a stuffed pony, a lion, and a unicorn in a semi-circle on the lawn to the Cooper house. "Whoever wants me to sing Lion King at the talent show, say aye!"
The stuffed animals are silent, but Bridgette - after checking on Marie, who claps her hands in agreement an area to her left - nods as if they actually spoke. "All right - how about Sound of Music?"
Oliver Wycliffe, dressed in white and looking thoughtful, is riding his stallion Beauregard down the road to the farm.
Dana, an extremely tired-looking young woman in ratty jeans and a T-shirt, is waiting nervously in front of the hospital, gnawing on her lip.
[ooc: Tag one, tag all, but please let me know which one you're tagging!]
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May. 21st, 2008 03:29 pmseesyoursins.livejournal.comSo, Simon went west. It's been a long, long trip, replete with exciting adventures, mainly involving the appropriation of food from the more frightened kind of survivor and the frightening of any survivors who tried to steal things from him.
Now? He's reached Metropolis.
...it hardly seems worth it, really.
Now? He's reached Metropolis.
...it hardly seems worth it, really.
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Apr. 8th, 2008 08:28 pmaidoneus-rex.livejournal.comIn Metropolis, there is a man in a dark suit. He's of a sort of non-descript middle age, not specifically young but nowhere near old.
As for what he's doing?
He's looking around. Learning. Absorbing local color. Picking up the lingo (which isn't as hard as it should be) and the customs. Occasionally having a meal somewhere and libating to that ever so beneficent monarch of the dead, Hades, just so he can explain the custom to curious onlookers. Carefully working minor miracles wherever it'll do the most good-- and once again, advertizing for the once and future Lord of the Underworld. Looking at maps, trying to figure out where he can start an underworld on this continent.
It's not his world. There's a lot to learn.
Good thing he got the brains in the family.
As for what he's doing?
He's looking around. Learning. Absorbing local color. Picking up the lingo (which isn't as hard as it should be) and the customs. Occasionally having a meal somewhere and libating to that ever so beneficent monarch of the dead, Hades, just so he can explain the custom to curious onlookers. Carefully working minor miracles wherever it'll do the most good-- and once again, advertizing for the once and future Lord of the Underworld. Looking at maps, trying to figure out where he can start an underworld on this continent.
It's not his world. There's a lot to learn.
Good thing he got the brains in the family.
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Mar. 16th, 2008 11:39 amlilmsmiraclegro.livejournal.comThe more time Claire spends with Toph in their own personal camp just outside the farm, the more she wanders into the farm itself from time to time. She diesn't even minid if she meets a Gabriel any more: they don't look exactly like Sylar, after all, and Toph says they're sincere.
It's not that she doesn't like Toph: she does, a lot, but she brings out the big sister in Claire and sometimes it's nice to be with people closer to your own age.
Anyway, Sokka's not back yet, and she's worried. Worried Claires mean the kitchen is taken over with cupcakes. All with blue and white frosting.
It's not that she doesn't like Toph: she does, a lot, but she brings out the big sister in Claire and sometimes it's nice to be with people closer to your own age.
Anyway, Sokka's not back yet, and she's worried. Worried Claires mean the kitchen is taken over with cupcakes. All with blue and white frosting.
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Mar. 12th, 2008 12:06 amj-m-reeves.livejournal.comOne moment, Jesse is in Des Moines, alone in the attic of a condemned townhouse. She'd heard of a supposed haunting and made her way over to investigate before the building was torn down. She's standing there in the attic, trying to reach out to something, anything, and suddenly there's a loud bang, a flash of white light that hurts her preternaturally sensitive eyes, and she falls some thirty feet to the ground to land amid a heap of rubble.
For a moment, she thinks that the demolition has happened ahead of schedule, but the other ruined buildings around her quickly put the lie to that idea. She frowns, and puts her head to one side, listening intently. There's no real sound of any human activity - certainly nothing like enough signs of life for what should be a bustling metropolis. Something is very, very wrong. And - she's hungry, for perhaps the third time in her entire existence as a vampire. She shouldn't be, she fed perhaps two months ago - but there is a pain in her gut as if her body is trying to eat itself. She must feed - and soon.
She focuses, and picks out the nearest human sounds, heading towards the person as quickly as she can. No-one will see her, she can move as fast as she needs to. She'll pump the person for information first, and then for blood.
For a moment, she thinks that the demolition has happened ahead of schedule, but the other ruined buildings around her quickly put the lie to that idea. She frowns, and puts her head to one side, listening intently. There's no real sound of any human activity - certainly nothing like enough signs of life for what should be a bustling metropolis. Something is very, very wrong. And - she's hungry, for perhaps the third time in her entire existence as a vampire. She shouldn't be, she fed perhaps two months ago - but there is a pain in her gut as if her body is trying to eat itself. She must feed - and soon.
She focuses, and picks out the nearest human sounds, heading towards the person as quickly as she can. No-one will see her, she can move as fast as she needs to. She'll pump the person for information first, and then for blood.
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Mar. 11th, 2008 10:04 pmcarefulwishes.livejournal.comThis right here? Is how former spies and former Company agents chillax.
Sprawled out on the couch in the Cooper household. Glass of fruit juice. Reading a book with a dragon on the cover.
Eden is so edgy.
Sprawled out on the couch in the Cooper household. Glass of fruit juice. Reading a book with a dragon on the cover.
Eden is so edgy.
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Mar. 7th, 2008 07:40 pmjustturnedpro.livejournal.comWell, isn't this a bitch of a setback. You had those two little boys in your grasp, and somebody must have sent you away. She didn't think that vengeance demon had that much power. Should have drained her when she could. No big loss really. Not even Xander thought she was worth hanging onto after all.
But now she was standing near a city. mostly abandoned. And no idea how she got here. Damn. Well might as well see if anybody's around. She was going to need some serious juice if she wanted to get back.
But now she was standing near a city. mostly abandoned. And no idea how she got here. Damn. Well might as well see if anybody's around. She was going to need some serious juice if she wanted to get back.
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Jan. 31st, 2008 09:16 amdownsidedarling.livejournal.comAnna Reeve doesn't actually know how to drive a motorbike.
Like she's going to let that stop her.
She helped Eden get set up, then mentioned that she was itching for a solo road trip, and would that be all right?
Apparently, it was.
One tallish dead girl, disobeying nonexistent speed limits.
Like she's going to let that stop her.
She helped Eden get set up, then mentioned that she was itching for a solo road trip, and would that be all right?
Apparently, it was.
One tallish dead girl, disobeying nonexistent speed limits.
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littlestcooperHave the World's Most Epic Multi-Pup Post.
Lucy Cooper is sitting on the balcony of her room, swinging her feet and peering idly down at the yard.
Gabriel Gray is by the kraken pond, feeding Spots bacon and humming to himself with a rare little smile on his face.
Katara is wandering the streets of Metropolis, having been separated from her brother for a very short time (just about long enough for him to figure out how to use the bathrooms in a closed and looted grocery store, in fact).
Marie-Antoinette Beauchamp is flickering between Metropolis, Smallville, and the Cooper place, looking for something (or someone) to do. Catch her while she's standing still for a bit at one of the three.
Iris Valentine is in the Cooper kitchen with a watermelon and a little bowl to spit seeds into, eating and giggling to herself, because someone has to act like a child when Shay's not around.
Anna Reeve is going for a walk in Metropolis with a small ice cream cone, singing. Probably Supertramp.
Intuition is sitting on a lawnchair outside the Cooper place, drinking lemonade and beaming. She doesn't need a reason to beam. She's Inty, okay? Reason enough.
Subject 46 is going for a jog at superspeed and would be happy to bump into your pup absolutely anywhere in Kansas; just specify.
Valerie Bell is flying in the skies somewhere above Smallville, grinning to herself and doing loop-the-loops and barrel rolls. The showoff.
Johriel Ashedoi is within fifty feet of Jono Starsmore at all times, but can probably be enticed to talk regardless.
Please, for the love of God, mention who you're tagging.
Lucy Cooper is sitting on the balcony of her room, swinging her feet and peering idly down at the yard.
Gabriel Gray is by the kraken pond, feeding Spots bacon and humming to himself with a rare little smile on his face.
Katara is wandering the streets of Metropolis, having been separated from her brother for a very short time (just about long enough for him to figure out how to use the bathrooms in a closed and looted grocery store, in fact).
Marie-Antoinette Beauchamp is flickering between Metropolis, Smallville, and the Cooper place, looking for something (or someone) to do. Catch her while she's standing still for a bit at one of the three.
Iris Valentine is in the Cooper kitchen with a watermelon and a little bowl to spit seeds into, eating and giggling to herself, because someone has to act like a child when Shay's not around.
Anna Reeve is going for a walk in Metropolis with a small ice cream cone, singing. Probably Supertramp.
Intuition is sitting on a lawnchair outside the Cooper place, drinking lemonade and beaming. She doesn't need a reason to beam. She's Inty, okay? Reason enough.
Subject 46 is going for a jog at superspeed and would be happy to bump into your pup absolutely anywhere in Kansas; just specify.
Valerie Bell is flying in the skies somewhere above Smallville, grinning to herself and doing loop-the-loops and barrel rolls. The showoff.
Johriel Ashedoi is within fifty feet of Jono Starsmore at all times, but can probably be enticed to talk regardless.
Please, for the love of God, mention who you're tagging.
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Dec. 19th, 2007 08:13 pmcarefulwishes.livejournal.comIt took a while, but the government set up Eden's bank account. She's not looking forward to doing the same thing with Anna, so she hasn't suggested it yet.
Their new apartment has four rooms - bedroom, den, bathroom and kitchen - and a bare minimum of furniture.
"So..." Eden says, looking in at their new residence, "...we need to replenish ourselves before shopping." She turns to Anna. "Where to?"
Their new apartment has four rooms - bedroom, den, bathroom and kitchen - and a bare minimum of furniture.
"So..." Eden says, looking in at their new residence, "...we need to replenish ourselves before shopping." She turns to Anna. "Where to?"
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Dec. 18th, 2007 07:47 pmdoineann.livejournal.com[ooc: Let's pretend that this post is set in the morning timeframe. It's open to reaction tags, but Doin won't be tagging back -- exams have drained me. He'll be around later this week to be all :D! SNOW! at ya'll. Thanks!]
Doin, after his conversation with a certain woman, decided that Kansas was entirely too warm.
Last night, the temperature dropped.
Not long after, snowflakes began falling, and now, well...
Now, there's something around four inches of fluffy whiteness on the ground and everything else.
He suspects that shovels are going to be needed.
Doin, after his conversation with a certain woman, decided that Kansas was entirely too warm.
Last night, the temperature dropped.
Not long after, snowflakes began falling, and now, well...
Now, there's something around four inches of fluffy whiteness on the ground and everything else.
He suspects that shovels are going to be needed.
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Dec. 9th, 2007 10:41 amdoineann.livejournal.comThere's a thick fog hanging low around town today, like the clouds have all fallen from the sky.
You've got to be careful, in fog like this.
You've got to be careful, in fog like this.
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Nov. 10th, 2007 11:44 amdownsidedarling.livejournal.comDreamer's going to be heading to Metropolis with Eden pretty soon.
In the meantime, she's gone for a walk to Crater Lake.
Swimming is fun!
Who else thinks so?
In the meantime, she's gone for a walk to Crater Lake.
Swimming is fun!
Who else thinks so?
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Nov. 7th, 2007 12:54 pmcarefulwishes.livejournal.comEden is about to move. She's got her backpack full of stuff - including fresh fruit and a bottle of water she liberated from Lucy's kitchen - and wears her traveling outfit of slim jeans and a fitted T-shirt.
She waits on a lawn chair in front of the Cooper house, reading a book, looking around every few minutes for people she needs to talk to.
She waits on a lawn chair in front of the Cooper house, reading a book, looking around every few minutes for people she needs to talk to.
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Nov. 5th, 2007 11:05 amtorch-reporter.livejournal.comMaybe she thought to surprise him. Or maybe she was just curious to see who else lived in the Cooper household. Either way, Chloe pulls her Volkswagen Beetle up in front of the house. She checks her reflection quickly in the rear view mirror before smiling and stepping out.
As she walks towards the front door, she can't help but look around for that supposed space ship. If Clark is home, she's totally making him show it to her.
If he isn't? Well, she can totally have fun getting to know his friends at any rate.
As she walks towards the front door, she can't help but look around for that supposed space ship. If Clark is home, she's totally making him show it to her.
If he isn't? Well, she can totally have fun getting to know his friends at any rate.
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Oct. 25th, 2007 12:39 pmdownsidedarling.livejournal.comDreamer is cleaning bloodstains out of Shay's boat fort.
It's taking a lot longer than she thought.
Certainly long enough that she forgot why she started in the first place, but hey. Not like she has anything better to do.
Slosh. Clank. Scrubscrubscrub. Slosh.
This is oddly restful.
It's taking a lot longer than she thought.
Certainly long enough that she forgot why she started in the first place, but hey. Not like she has anything better to do.
Slosh. Clank. Scrubscrubscrub. Slosh.
This is oddly restful.
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Oct. 21st, 2007 07:26 pmnot-a-dragon.livejournal.comFort building is serious business - This are a fact. Shay knows because of his learnings.
So, the field Shay has claimed as his fort-making area, a little ways from the house, is steadily getting filled with things. The field now has an entire cargo liner teleported in (with any bodies on it meticulously teleported out. Shay had to let Long take over for that. He's a little squeamish), half buried to make sure that it doesn't get blown away should there be a sudden, inexplicable hurricane. All the cargo boxes were teleported with it, but some of them were thrown off with the impact.
Shay, for his part, is standing on the highest point he can find on the ship - Which has now become his watchtower. He has a telescope, naturally.
"You're a moron," Long sighs. "You know that?"
Shay just cheerfully ignores him.
So, the field Shay has claimed as his fort-making area, a little ways from the house, is steadily getting filled with things. The field now has an entire cargo liner teleported in (with any bodies on it meticulously teleported out. Shay had to let Long take over for that. He's a little squeamish), half buried to make sure that it doesn't get blown away should there be a sudden, inexplicable hurricane. All the cargo boxes were teleported with it, but some of them were thrown off with the impact.
Shay, for his part, is standing on the highest point he can find on the ship - Which has now become his watchtower. He has a telescope, naturally.
"You're a moron," Long sighs. "You know that?"
Shay just cheerfully ignores him.
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Oct. 4th, 2007 11:22 amdownsidedarling.livejournal.comIt's been a while since Dreamer went swimming with Shay. She's been spending it in the least productive manner possible. Aimless wandering distracts her from the fact that she's stuck in a strange world with no friends and nothing to do.
Hopefully she'll bump into Eden again. If not... well, the lake's still just as good a place to swim in today as it was yesterday. And ridiculous sunburns are also worthy distractions.
Hopefully she'll bump into Eden again. If not... well, the lake's still just as good a place to swim in today as it was yesterday. And ridiculous sunburns are also worthy distractions.
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Sep. 27th, 2007 07:16 pmdownsidedarling.livejournal.comDreamer is sitting outside on the neat, orderly pile of rubble that - did she but know it - used to be Anne Cooper's observatory.
Somehow she just doesn't quite feel right lounging about in the house of a woman she hasn't even met.
So instead she's going to kick her feet idly and try not to look as close to starvation as she actually is. It's not entirely a successful pretense.
Somehow she just doesn't quite feel right lounging about in the house of a woman she hasn't even met.
So instead she's going to kick her feet idly and try not to look as close to starvation as she actually is. It's not entirely a successful pretense.