[Sora Koudou]

Are you around, honey? I haven't seen you in a while... and I've got something for you.

[/filter]Well, that was one helluva week. This place sure knows how to bring the crazy - after a year, I've still gotta give it that. I know I could sure use a dose of normal ... anyone out there feel like joinin' me on a trip down to town for ( Read more... )

[now that she is no longer a cat, Eunice is celebrating her one year Paraversary in the gym, in yoga pants and a tight black tank top, pummeling the living daylights out of one of the punching bags. she's got her hands wrapped up in boxing tape, her hair tied back, and the whole nine yards. it's not completely clear WHO she thinks she's taking ( Read more... )

[there's a soft sigh blown across the pages of the journal, as Eunice lounges in the music room with her morning tea, looking out the window across to the field where the Koilos was dismantled yesterday]

I guess three-hundred and forty-nine days isn' quite as big a deal as fifteen hundred, is it, in th' scheme of things.

[she drums her fingers ( Read more... )

[spending a couple days as a doll had its merits, it really did - mostly the blessed oblivion and missing out on all the madness. but the best merit was that somehow, she found herself in McGinty's ( Read more... )

[while some people are bitching left and right about their changes in wardrobe, Eunice is taking hers in relative stride. she's made her way down to the kitchen in a slate-blue dress much like this one, a cookbook to one side, her journal open on the other]Arright. So. This here's my first official Paradisa Christmas, and while I know a lot of y ( Read more... )

[Eunice is in the kitchen, making herself a bowl of cereal so that she can loiter and people-watch, and all that good stuff. there's the clink of cereal hitting the bowl, and then ... there's a sort of glorpy noise]

Oh, EW. That is fucking dis. GUS. Ting. ... ... Anyone else here ever seen the milk go bad?

[she tosses the whole shebang into ( Read more... )

[Eunice is standing in the hallway outside her door, making her shrines there, on either side of the doorway. They're both simple but colorful: one sugar skull has a stuffed bear in a Boston Bruins jersey propped up against it, along with a cup of coffee and a ... pair of boxing gloves wut. The second sugar skull has a Celtic cross hung over it, ( Read more... )

[there's the usual sounds of someone getting up coming over the journal, then scuffling, and then a SNAP, followed by]

Awh, SHIT!

[ahem]

Arright, fine. Make lemonade, as Mama used to say. ... Any y'all ladies out there wanna say "screw costumes" and go shoe shopping in town with me? I just broke a damn good pair of heels...

( Private )

[there's the sound of a lot of flipping pages - someone's doing some heavy-duty reading]

[Filtered away from Villains, Murderers, and Anyone Who'd Assist Them]

The Meta, huh? Well. Good job... one down.

Now.

How many to go? Only two names I've got concrete right now are Legato and Riful. Care to help a girl out?

[Filtered to Vigilantes ( Read more... )