A long time ago, I spoke on spiderwebs. How lies can branch out and become more and more complex until they are a web. A tangled mess. What good does it do to try and fight your way out of it? You have to wait. Time eventually will wear it down. Every time that someone is caught in it, the web breaks just a little more. Every time the wind blows ( Read more... )

[Iago is FULLY CLOTHED TODAY! Be thankful. :c]

I didn't mind being a fox. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. But being that age? I was- am- a soldier. A sword to the gut, looking like this, is preferable to a permanent sleep like that. Parts of me ached that really shouldn't have been aching.

I need to do something to feel better. Does anyone feel in the ( Read more... )

[Iago sounds...tired. He's in the second floor common room, for anyone who sees, and he's trying not to bleed on the furniture. TRYING.]

I killed Crane. [He couldn't sound more gleeful if he tried.] Someone gave the idiot coward a knife and he stabbed me.

[He sighs.] So before I go to zero, I might need someone to look at this.

[OOC: This ( Read more... )

The relationship that we had was false. He never really cared for the things that I did because he never really cared for me. And yet I returned to him time and time again, hoping that he would give me something I could never get for myself. I was trapped in his web, you see, and I had no idea about that confinement ( Read more... )

[Iago's very, very calm as he sits at his desk, gently tapping his fingers against the wood. Anyone who knows him, though, might see that it's very, very fake.]

Edward Sexby. [A smirk.] Edward Sexby. It's a bit long to be holding a grudge, isn't it? Do you feel better? Hitting him in the face...I'm sure that was a beautiful feeling. Your hand ( Read more... )

[Iago doesn't seem well.There are dark circles under his eyes, since he hasn't slept since the night before the flood started. Paranoia isn't a good look for him. Especially this sort of paranoia, which is the same kind he was inflicting on Othello for so long. The paranoia that he's being betrayed behind the scenes. It's been getting worse since ( Read more... )

I despise these types of floods because I'm usually affected by them. And they're always horribly inconvenient to my daily life ( Read more... )

[Iago’s drunk. Again. Thanks, Prefect! But this time there is no destruction. No throwing of furniture (yet) and only Iago…sitting behind his desk, his hair tied back. He’s drunkenly wielding a quill like a sword in front of the camera. He’s…eerily calm.]I have been here for exactly 1 year, 7 months, and 14 days. And in that time, I have ( Read more... )

My dear, dear Marquis. Perhaps you would indulge me with some wine tonight?

I've been good, haven't I? No one has died and there was no more damage to my room. I would consider that a success worthy of a small celebration, wouldn't you?

[The people on level 7 might have heard a fit of epic proportions going on most of the evening. Iago has thrown down his bookshelves, tipped over his desk and upended his bed the best he can. But he's deliberately turned on his communicator now and is drunk. Absolutely, completely, almost blind drunk. He's kicked his door in already and it's open, ( Read more... )