An invitation

[fishesandfights]

Ok.

So I've been doin' stuff. The usual 'trying to get my ass out of here' stuff. And I may have been a bit...I dunno, what's a better term than negligent?

Ah, what the hell. Negligent of folks I know. Anyways, I am a man of few words so I'll get right to the point.

Poker game. My place. Tomorrow night. Who's in?

[003] I am; and I am not;

[commandsthewind]

( England )

[open; written]

Let me or float or sink, be high or low;
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die, and so forget what love e'er meant.

[Elizabeth leaves it there for a moment, her quill hovering, and there's a black splash of ink that runs down the page before she realises she hasn't done anything else. It left her mind reeling, because she thought herself so long past these sorts of wants. She's not even sure where to begin, enough had happened, and much of it which would never be spoken of if she had any say in it. No one here was a member of her state, nor was an advisors to dig in her business. Her body did not belong to them.

Privacy. Real, true ability to people to stay out of her business. Still some things needed some kind of expression, she couldn't keep everything locked in her head. Just most of it, and the important parts. It just means being as cryptic as she liked, to which she has endless practise.]

Funny how much you can grieve for that which you never knew. Such emptiness that cannot be comprehend, and how it drives us. But something must in the end, even when that which we must do parts us from what we want.

In brief: the man known as England is gone. I do not think this matters to anyone but me.... such occasions should be mark at least once.

Elizabeth R.

( Arthur )

Case 17

[unnaturalpause]

( [Maladict] )

( [Nikola Tesla] )

(no subject)

[foughtfortheusers]

[There's an agitated rumbling noise going through the journal.  Rinzler had went to check on CLU's room...  Missing nameplate.  He continues checking the rest of the castle in case of it being moved, getting more upset by it.  CLU would have toold him if he was moving...

Nothing.  No nameplate left.  He's gone.  The noise turns almost sad as he proceeds to write in the journal.  He knows there's a few people that should be aware of the news.]

For those that knew him, CLU is gone from the castle.

5th campaign

[campaigns]

( Kalinda )

Ch. 3 Of Clocks and Horror [Forward dated to late Sunday Morning]

[not_a_codfish]

[Over the journal, you begin to hear what sounds like what you would imagine a clockmaker's shop to sound like: a discordant cacophony of ticks and tocks. Followed soon after by the most blood-curdling, fear-inducing shriek you have ever heard. The sound of pure. Unadulterated. Terror.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!

[This is followed by loud shouting and the sounds of crashing and smashing]

WHY. WON'T. THEY. BREAK?

( Hook's Pirate Crew )

[ooc: Hey everyone, Hook's on his Loss. Have fun. :)]