[ dictated quickly and clearly isn't aware the journal's open. and muffled since he has his face smashed into his pillow. AND IS CURRENTLY COVERED IN VARIOUS METAL OBJECTS fsdafajk so there might be the occasional spark ]Okay! I get it! First Gotham, now this. Just keep rubbing it in my face that I'm useless as a hero. You have other heroes runnin ( Read more... )

[ YUP YUP happy as ever. and he's not into filtering ssoo he's gonna be talking into the journal ]

Yo! Noah Jew! I found some books on kung fu in the library if you're still up for learnin'. I know you wanted a teacher, but maybe this'll be a way to start?

[ there's gonna be a clacking sound now ]

Shyne. Self-titled album.

[ another clacking ( Read more... )

[ there's gonna be a black kid with dreads (who might seem vaguely familiar to some of you) walking down the stairs to the lobby. he's drinking out of a soda through a straw with one hand, and with the other, reading a copy of Plantman and humming "My Girl" by Lil' Romeo ( Read more... )

[what's up superfriennnnnnds. Yeah!]Calling in a big favour, guys. All the people going with the spiders into the Dead Zone are going to need a base camp on the border, and we need to get the majority of it set up overnight so they can head out in the morning ( Read more... )

[ in the lobby, there's a strangely (read: fashionably ) dressed black teenager sitting on a floating disc. that's wrapped in purple electricity. in his hands is the journal and he's flipping through some pages. ]

Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore. . .

[ pause and he looks up just in time to see a little flood of spiders scurrying past him ( Read more... )