May. 21st, 2011

[identity profile] scionoftheflame.livejournal.com
[Good morning Death City, have a lovely image of Luke, looking like he hasn't slept in a couple nights.]

I have a question... does anyone know of a way to get to sleep without dreaming... that works more than once. I... need some sleep, but my dreams aren't letting me, really.

Most suggestions are welcome... but anyone who suggests I do something to harm myself, like someone did when I accidentally set fire to my stove... I am just going to ignore you.

[He blinks slowly, having sounded at least as tired as he looks.]
[identity profile] dofaye.livejournal.com
[Most of what one can see at the video's beginning is a few plant pots filled with dirt -- and seeds, but those aren't exactly visible. Jules' hands are off to the side, freshly washed now that he's done planting. He is ridiculously proud of getting these seeds planted, even though the effort it took was pretty minimal.]

Funny that even in a city of death, beautiful things can be grown. And normal things at that. You'll be a normal peppermint plant, won't you? I don't want my tea to be poisonous.

[Yes, he is talking to the seeds. He starts to hum a piece that he would call recent, but to the modern music enthusiast would be called part of the romantic era.

He didn't have anything special to say, you see, he's just showing off his plants. Still, he figures he ought to give some sort of commentary.]


It's nothing fancy, but as you can see I've started a small garden in my bedroom. I'm afraid that I know more from books and watching the gardeners than I do from actual experience, but I think it's turned out all right so far.

[Which is to say, he doesn't think he really needs help but if somebody happened to feel like offering assistance he wouldn't particularly mind.]

Oh yes, and on a completely different topic: would anybody have an interest in helping Nanako and I learn some self-defence techniques? I had a personal trainer for a short while, but he was sent back home. In particular, if a Mr. Kurapika is available, I've been told he might be of some help. We go to the group training sessions sometimes, so meeting up shouldn't be difficult. Thank you.
[identity profile] madama-b-fly.livejournal.com
Well then! I think I can't wait that much longer to earn a bike, can I? I wouldn't like to keep a challenger waiting.

[Oh yes, if you remember, she's referring to this "racy" post by a certain Carmine Zuigiber.]

So... who here is willing to lend me a bike to race? I wouldn't mind paying the favor back.

[The question is, what favor is she even willing to grant?]
[identity profile] foxwithafan.livejournal.com
[Mitsunari has... somewhat settled in since he posted to the network last. He sounds vaguely irritable when he speaks, like this update on himself is something he feels he has to do rather than wants to do.]

I have found work. If I must be stuck here then earning a wage is the sensible thing to do. It is... easy, overall. An extremely mild version of one of the jobs assigned to me in peacetime by my Lord.

[A pause, and then he adds:]

I have also uncovered my weapon form, though it is no surprise to me what it is. I take the form of a Tessen; an iron-folding fan, to those unfamiliar with the term. Becoming a version of the weapon I wield back in my home makes sense... I would still prefer to have it with me.

[Not necessarily just for protection, either. But he's not going to elaborate on wanting something just so he can hold it out of habit.]

Finding a meister soon is now a priority... and that is all, I suppose.
[identity profile] quarterlynx.livejournal.com
WHAM!

[ -- that is the sound of the video feed starting up, the communicator has been flung into the wall and clatters to the floor. The setting is of some cheap motel room, and two pairs of bare legs are visible. If this alone isn't indication enough that it's Haru, his voice can be heard, but this time it's hardly as happy-go-lucky as usual. ]

You promised! You said you could get it by this morning!

[ The larger, broader pair of legs stepped closer to the milky white set. ] Look, it's not like it's a simple matter. How about you give me a little bit of extra incentive?

No. No. [ There's the sound of struggling. Haru's voice becomes muffled for a moment until he fights away from the demanding lips. ] Get offa me. Get the fuck off of me!

Heh. That's what I'm trying to do! [ Haru growls very distinctly and this is followed up by a sudden shriek of pain -- by his client. ] SHIT! That's my eye, you son of a bitch!

[ Some force is used, whether it's a punch or a shove is unknown at the moment. But either way, Haru hits the wall nearest the communicator, leaning on it like a crumpled, broken rag doll. The man storms out shortly afterward, slamming the door behind himself. Haru draws in a shaky breath, sliding down to the floor where trembling hands cover his face. Why the hell is it so difficult to obtain drugs around here?? ]
[identity profile] der-geliebte.livejournal.com
I appreciate everyone who attended my birthday. That was a very pleasant surprise. I still have some cake. It's first come, first serve. There's strawberry and chocolate.

The presents were very lovely. Thank you.

If there are any students of mine who would like to work on last week's subject with me, I'm available today before we start class and our new subject.