A strikingly pretty girl with long, curly blonde hair and large, bright blue eyes wanders in, looking quite confused. She wears a long, pale blue dress, very Victorian, and simply shoes. There is no makeup on her face, not that she needs it, or anything. Twirling a curl around her right index finger, she speaks:

Hello?

Oh, I do believe I'm lost! My ( Read more... )

*Jack Twist is at the bar, several empty bottles of beer surrounding him and obviously drunk.  He looks around at the general crowd, clears his throat and says in a slurred voice ( Read more... )

*Luna's been known for taking turns of phrases, metaphors and maxims too literally -- so now, on every single faucet in the entire Mansion, is a large sign with the words--

"DO NOT DRINK.

(Unless you want to get pregnant)"

Have your characters make of it what they will. She really does think she's done her good deed for the day; saved the world ( Read more... )

*fidgets* Erm... Hi. Does anyone here know anything about time distortions or time magic or anything like that? 'Cause I seem to have lost a week or so and I'm wondering where it went.

*is a rather gangly, young man with a backpack tossed over his shoulder, brushing black hair aside and pushing a pair of glasses up his nose so that they're actually useful for a pair of greengreen eyes* Eh, hello. So, my name's Zach, Zachary Bosch, and apparently I'm lost. Completely lost. Like somebody give me a clue where I wound up this time ( Read more... )

The wind brings honeybees, it seems. Buzz, buzz. *grinning widely*

Excuse me, could I have the attention of all persons of adequate age who are not getting laid on a regular basis? HEY. YOU. ARE YOU HORNY?

( Cut for Adult content--minor crackplot, open post. )

*And since one Randall's here, why not the other? Enter a young man, bearing a close resemblance to Jonathan, but his face is lined from illness, not cruelty. He is quite thin, and dressed in a loose-fitting shirt and breeches. He looks around and clears his throat, slightly awkwardly, and speaks in a hoarse voice ( Read more... )

*Mina appears nervous, and touches the crucifix that Arthur gave her often, as though to reassure herself that it is there. When she speaks, her voice is quiet ( Read more... )

She had slipped in unnoticed through a side entrance, and is now observing the community in her own quiet manner. Physically, she is petite and youthful (and beautiful, some might call her, though none have). Her eyes, however, are -- old is the only word to describe them; old, wise, and strangely blank ( Read more... )

Her hair is dark, cut in a boyish style and she's wearing a pair of coveralls, the thighs colored with oil where she's wiped her hands. A sash of deep scarlet is wrapped around her waist, a sign of her sexless-ness, but it seems to only be used as an accessory, something that brings out her figure. Her face is freckled and free of makeup, and her ( Read more... )