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[mansae.livejournal.com]

korea was here. japan is a loser. ★

♞ [ 001 ] video;

[moonlghtshadow.livejournal.com]

I seem to have ..

[ Pointed pause. ]

.. misplaced my Master.

[ Lifts a cloth bound hand toward his forehead and lets out an exasperated sigh. In spite of the situation Sebastian neither looks, nor sounds worried .. just slightly aggravated. Losing his Master is, apparently, nothing more than a minor inconvenience. ]

My Master's name is Ciel Phantomhive and I would appreciate any information that you may have on either him. I, also, apologize on his behalf as I am sure that he's been quite a handful.

002 Game Over [Video]

[idkmybffgon.livejournal.com]

[Clearly, a few days without Gon and/or videogames within arms reach is enough to make Killua stir crazy as all he actually says are five very determined words.]

Arm wrestling competition. Who's in?

[Hey, hey, Genei Ryodan. Sound familiar? D'you get it? D'you get it? Huh, huh?

Come one, come all, ye inhabitants of Death City. Show him how strong you are so he can start deciding who all is worth his time. I mean- No. Clearly he's just stir crazy.]

September 13, 2009 - Monday

[voyeur_moon]

[If the pool isn't your thing, you can always hang out at the shopping district. The mall is fully air-conditioned, and it can't hurt to browse around and check out the stores.]

[There's also the cinema and the arcade. It's cool and dark inside the movie theater, good for hiding from the sun and the moon's grinning faces...]

[Today's temperatures are 97/79F (36/26C).]

September 13 Early Morning [Video]

[thebestandwurst]

[Hello, it is 4AM. The communicator is on the floor, looking up at the ceiling of a Death City Heights bedroom. There's a thump thump thumping around it as someone -- easily identifiable as Germany -- briskly walks around the bedroom to rummage through the cabinets and drawers.]

... Where is he... No, but-- [He even looks under the bed, just to be sure. A quick glimpse of him will show a stricken expression on a pale face.]

[Germany walks out of the bedroom, and comes back quickly after, and goes through another round of searching.] Even his cooking items--!

[Eventually, though, he does notice his communicator on the floor and picks it up. Stares at it for a few seconds.]

Italien has been returned home. [curtly, before he shuts it off.]


[ ooc: Feel free to reply when your characters wake up at a more normal time. :| And he's still attending training, but the breakfast he's making might be a little undercooked. ]