[Tisiphone is still stuck in the lobby. After going through a few doors she found herself back where she was and so she's given up again. Now she's starting to sound like one of those people who trek over deserts and end up having very wary, tired out voices. She is not happy.]Day two of the house of horrors. Still in lingerie and Phobos' shirt. ( Read more... )

[Tisiphone is stuck in the lobby wearing nothing but underwear and one of those thin dressing gowns that only goes down to about half way down her thigh -- she's carrying her phone. I might post a thread up in a bit, if there's any volunteers to torment here but, for now, feel free to be as mean as you like XP]

Cronus has a serious death wish. A ( Read more... )

Bastard thinks he can be a complete manslag without me knowing about it? Idiot. He deserves what he got. Try and play football with that crack in your shin, why don't you. See how good you really are. I'll give you a matching crack in the other shin if you dare come into my line of sight at college. Got it ( Read more... )

Errrrr... guys?

[there is the sound of keys on a keyboard clicking, followed abruptly by Tisiphone squeaking]

I don't want to alarm anyone but...

[she takes a deep breath, knowing full well she sounds crazy]

There is a hedgehog where my laptop used to be. It makes clicking sounds when I poke it and it feels like my laptop...

[you can hear ( Read more... )

The new curator arrived and guess what? The bastard fired me. He fired me. How dare he? I would totally throw rocks at him when he walked to his car if there wasn't CCTV and if I hadn't already tried it.

It doesn't matter that I was going to quit anyway. He had no reason to fire me besides the doodling on a piece of pottery. It was a fake anyway ( Read more... )

[sound of sweet wrappers being opened]

Bet you're all so jealous. And why, you ask?

[brief pause]

Because I have cherry lollipops!

[evil laughter]

Oooh, you poor little people! So deprived!

[more evil laughter]

I have nothing more of interest to say.

[childish humming as Tisiphone sticks her tongue out at the screen]

Out!

Turn it up i never wanna go home
I only wanna be part of your breakdown.

Hands up who else is bored of this?

I'll be there when your heart stops beating
I'll be there when your last breath's taken away.

Enough, Cronus!

Though you'll never tell, then you're the fool I hope it gives you hell.

I am not going outside again until this- this thing is over with. I can't escape myself, so many times I've lied.

On the way to work I was nearly hit by a car. It seems whatever gods are left up there are trying to wipe out the entirety of the museum's staff. Isn't it just peachy? On the plus side, the replacement for the curator is on his way and ( Read more... )

I wanna talk to you.

I've got another confession to make. The curator is dead. What. The. Hell. According to some guy who randomly turned up and said he was on some Board of Somethings or... something >.> I have to remain as acting-curator until they can find a suitable replacement.

You'd think I'd be happy to be in charge of the museum, right? ( Read more... )

Here's a fun little game.

I have four bloody decent shotguns here. I'm getting desperate. Here are the instructions/rules.

1) Take your preferred shotgun.
2) Shoot someone, anyone, besides myself or my sisters, in the head, chest or stomach ( Read more... )