| Aquainted with the Night |
[11 Aug 2007|12:45am] |
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I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
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( La Mer...(Private//Unhackackable) )
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| One Year.... |
[24 Jun 2007|09:37pm] |
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Cat Power - 'I believe' |
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Destiny is something not be to desired and not to be avoided. a mystery not contrary to reason, for it implies that the world, and the course of human history, have meaning.
The rain is causing some mild flooding in the G and F lines, but a few sturdy sandbags have kept it out of the house.
( Private//Unhackable )
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| Compiling Lists |
[07 May 2007|10:32am] |
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Ave Maria - Vienna Boy's Choir |
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Since losing my face striking my own bargain just as many others likewise did, I have found myself with quite a bit of time on my hands.
And the necessity to seclude myself from the city at large.
I have likewise noted the influx of new arrivals, and can thus conclude that the world(s) are continuing to turn.
A relief, yes, but also dispiriting for it means more beings are being sucked in to this place.
Nevertheless, with so many newomers, and in the spirit of Miss Elena's most helpful summary I have my own updates to add to the afore mentioned guide;
( New Resident's Guide to The Nameless City )
((OOC: I was bored, sorry ^^;;; ))
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| Vicious Cabaret |
[15 Apr 2007|03:49pm] |
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Vicious Cabaret - Piano solo |
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They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway.
They say that life's a game, then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...
In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in kitties.
There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair.
Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime,
But at least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere.
Facing their Responsibilities either on their backs or on their knees
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away
And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The ballet on the burning stage.
The documentary see
Upon the fractured screen
The dreadful poem scrwled upon the crumpled page...
There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole
And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease.
But he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains
And endevours to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees.
while his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with a brutal eye,
That have never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a nation's threat.
But he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines
But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The Situation Tragedy
Grand Opera slick with soap
Cliffhangers with no hope
The water-colour in the flooded gallery...
There's a girl who'll push but not shove and is desperate for her father's love
She believes the hand beneath the glove maybe one she needs to hold.
Though she doubts her hosts moralities she decides she is more at ease
In the Land Of Doing What You Please than outside in the cold.
But the backdrop's peel and the sets give way and the cast gets eaten by the play
There's a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles
And the patrons and actors too are uncertain if the show is through
And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The torch-song no one ever sings
The curfew chorus line
The comedy divine
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings
There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises
There's something hear for everyone, (reserve your seat today)
There's mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies
Wwithin this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret.
((OOC: I apologize for offensive terms in this song, but it is cannon, please do not be offended?))
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| Attention Please |
[07 Apr 2007|05:08pm] |
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I am aware I have not been very active on the Interlink of late, and I do humbly apologize.
However, there is more pressing matters to discuss; mainly the gathering within the forest.
I have been monitoring these events of late, and I can firmly say that while many persons were unrecognizable to me, they were quite badly injured.
I am uploading coordinates from my location.
God speed, Sir Hellsing.
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[07 Jan 2007|08:54pm] |
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Good lord, what an odd day.
Evey, love? Perhaps baking was not all-together the best profession to choose?
I do apologize for my 'radio silence' as it were, but I have been quite preoccupied with other matters.
After a great deal of hard work on the part of Jan, and others, my home was restored to proper safety spec's.
I have been distracted by far mor pressing matters on occasion, but have spent the majority of my efforts in cleaning, and renovation.
Now thanks to a large scale effort on the part of many ( Jan, you know you have my undying gratitude) I finally have a home the Underground habitable.
( (Filtered to Sir Hellsing,( and whomever she deems trustworthy)) )
( Private to Evey//Unhackable )
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| Your Attention Please? |
[30 Dec 2006|04:18pm] |
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My fellow citizens, as many of you are now aware, the clock has increased it's rotations, and you may have sensed the speeding of the ever present 'ticking' within your minds.
I am currently within the mechanism chamber itself, and I must say I am rather distressed, for the clock is much altered.
Apart from a larger amount of corrosion, the 'gear shifts' ( for lack of a better term, for they resemble such things rather minutely) are spinning at a dangerous rate.
Some of the rotary tines have, in fact, snapped completly off.
The clock has been artificially sped, slowed, and tampered with several times, but I must admit to you, my friends, this appears to be entirely different.
I would even venture to say that any attempt at slowing the clock by force will be met with disaster, for the gears are moving far too fast to safely approach.
A stray button. pr bit of clothing becoming caught could result in ghastly injury.
I must now ask you all, friend, foe, and Deity alike; has thier been word of clock tampering, or some form of announcement by the deities?
Sir Hellsing Are you, by chance, aware of Millenium's tampering with the mechanism in some way?
Xulchilbara!
Does this change in the speed of the countdown have ought to do with that thing running rampant?!
Yondaime Arashi I apologize for my foreward manner, but I am aware who you are, sir, and whom you represent.
Do you, or any within your employ know of unusual activity concerning the young man with reddened eyes?
( Filtered from Those affiliated with the Pyramid Head )
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| Happy Christmas |
[25 Dec 2006|06:12pm] |
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'Emmanuel' Vienna Boys' Choir |
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Happy Christmas to one and all.
It is odd to find myself still within these city walls on the marking of the longest night of the year....
With all of the oddities we endure, I must say I have been honored to meet a great many fine and upstanding persons.
I am not accustomed to gift-giving, and so I will beg your pardon if you find any of your recieved packages to be innapropriate in some way.
( Evey )
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( Valerie )
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( Miss Ruth )
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( The Valentine Brothers )
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( Miss Rangiku )
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( Sir Hellsing )
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( Lady Alexiel )
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( Lord Lucifer )
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( Erik )
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( Miss Alessa, and Henry )
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[10 Dec 2006|06:09pm] |
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It is a good thing I kept the measurements from the previous jacket I purchased.
I believe it will..ah.. suit your chosen attire well, Love.
I believe quite a few people will be in attendance, and so I will hope to see many of you tonight.
Miss Paige, i do humbly request the honor of a dance from you at some point this evening?
((OOC: Since Evey is feeling nostalgic so is V ♥ ^^ ))
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[05 Dec 2006|03:33pm] |
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Evey, love, where are my wool gloves?
I can't seem to locate them, and would prefer Artemis wear the leather ones. He has none of his own, and will take a chill otherwise.
I have a pot of cider mulling in the kitchen, and I believe the shepherds pie is nearly finished.
Ah, mustn't forget the sandwiches...
Colette, where are you?
Your making your mother worry, and she is still ill, darling.
Ah! There are my gloves.
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| Your Attention Please |
[29 Nov 2006|04:38am] |
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....I realize that periodically we, as citizens one an all, are subjected to 'curses'.
..And so perhaps 'cursed' is not the proper term, but I feel that it certainly applies in this situation.
As you may all be aware by now, there was a minor earthquake in the vicinity of City General.
Said Earthquake was caused by...well...what I can only describe as a mutated, horse-like creature:
Two 'heads', and a larger maw in the center of it's 'chest'.
Several sets of eyes, and prehensile...I suppose 'feelers' on it's smaller mouths.
Ah yes....It spoke just after attempting to consume me whole...
It said a name...and who do you suppose that name was?
Rosiel
Apparently I am also being stalked by deities as well, for not long after this little revelation, Miss Mouse drove the creature off, and followed into the hole it left behind just beyond the ruins.
She used a weapon of some kind, and that I was surprised to see.
...It seems, my fellow citizens, this being is likewise at war with our city deities...and apparently me.
Twice in as many days it has attacked me, or rather, the area myself, and Evey are within at that precise moment.
For this reason, I felt it prudent to leave Evey in a secure location and hunt the creature without the concern of her well being formost on my mind.
If you wish to acompany me, please arm yourself, and start at the last known sighting of the creature.
Thank you, and good evening.
{Addendum}
This person is, I believe, forced to play host to a parasote, and is being compelled to attack the damaged hospital.
It would be prudent to place a watch about the premises until the mother-slug may be contained, or destroyed.
It would be likewise advisable to use any non-lethal means of subduing those still infected with parasites until a satisfacroty means of removal may be found.
( Filtered to Mr. Cal Thompson. )
((OOC: Please ignore the watermark on the rifle, and yes that's a covenent rifle from the game 'Halo'. SNIPERS REPRESENT!! XD ))
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[28 Nov 2006|08:19pm] |
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The sounds of a heart monitor |
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Those blasted slugs are even within the hospital!
...Disgusting creatures.
Ah, well, at any rate; I would like to thank Miss Rangiku, The brothers Valentine, Agent Mulder, Miss Elena, Miss Holly, and the hard work of all the excavation crew who were instrumental in digging Evey and myself out.
Evey is..better, but she was very ill once emergency crews were able to admit her to the ICU.
Apparently, I was correct about the parasites' bites being venomous, for Evey not only had to battle the effects of the poison itself, but had a rather serious allergic reaction to it, and after our forced confinement, was in deep shock upon admittance.
She is stable now, and resting more comfortably....but she remains conscious for only short intervals.
Ah, excuse my manners, I am somewhat tired... I remained by her side once the medical staff allowed us into her room but, I feel I must extend deeper thanks to Mr. Cal Thompson, your advise was helpful in diagnosing Evey, sir.
......I suppose once she is more herself, we will have to make alternative living arrangements...
Our home is..well, it is in ruins frankly, and there is no telling how long reconstruction may take to get the tube station and train in working order once more.
I am going to remain with Evey tonight, they are moving her out of the ICU in a few hours, so she will have a more spacious room then, but I am afraid I will have to impose upon someone for a borrowed change of clothes for her?
The EMTs cut the shirt she was wearing....
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| S.O.S. |
[27 Nov 2006|10:29pm] |
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The groaning of stressed support girders |
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The slug infestation was bothersome...
But the explosion within the Underground has been positively devastating!
There is a great deal of rubble strewn about, and an alarming number of stress fractures within the concrete and mortar of my home.
A pipe has burst somewhere close by, and I believe it may lead to our water supply.
The damage is rather concerning, but I can not find a means of ascertaining how deep the debris is blocking us in.
Damnitt all.
Evey is ill, and we are now trapped within our home.
Please, if anyone can read this, I implore you; Evey is in need of medical assistance, and I am incapable of removing her to the Emergency Treatment wing of the City Hospital.
If there are any among you who might be able to assist in digging out the tube station, I would be grateful.
Be cautious, my home is rather structurally unstable at present, and I can not say how long our 'roof' will remain intact, else I would have employed explosive measures long ago.
The slugs are also still present, but I am holding my own against them.
Granted, they are not the most difficult of targets, but they are in abundance....
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[22 Nov 2006|12:08am] |
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I have never..never...been so relieved to wake within this body.
Rosiel, was it truly necessary to paint my mask?
I have been forced to strip it down to the plastiscene, and repaint it entirely.
Terribly sorry, old boy, but I was not about to let you remain with turquoise eyeshadow.
..The bizarre boots I discovered within my room are your doing as well, I take it?
Along with my aching feet...
( Private to Jan )
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[20 Nov 2006|01:27am] |
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Oh...Dear...God.
...MY MASK!
I swear by all that either you or I hold sacred that I will tear every feather from these wings, roll about in filth, and deliver this body to that abomination!
....If you so much as touch Evey, you deranged angel, I will make you regret it for the rest of your immortal days!
I feel ill..
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