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kalinda[Are you people being serious right now? PEOPLE LIKE HER WERE TRAPPED BEHIND THOSE THINGS NOT TOO LONG AGO!]
Yeah, I'm done with mirrors for the rest of my stay. [...] Try not to get yourselves killed.
Yeah, I'm done with mirrors for the rest of my stay. [...] Try not to get yourselves killed.
backdated to december 31st;
Jan. 3rd, 2013 01:31 pmkalindaIt's odd how we all tend to come together for an event, no matter what the case is.
[Those who know her, there is your signature commentary on the day's events, as given to you by your favorite private investigator.
But wait, there's more!]
Honestly, in spite of the individualistic nature that most of us are incline to cling to, there is rarely an event that is proposed by the masses that goes ignored. Those who tend to stay quiet are still there "to see what all the fuss is about" for one reason or the other, even though it's obvious that they would like to be part of the status quo in one way or the other.
[Okay, she's made a point. She should probably close that journal now that she has it out.
Wait.]
I'm inclined to admit the fact that I'm starting to oblige myself as well. It's "something to do", it's something to break yourself free of the monotony of perfection that the castle provides us. For people who tend to have their acquaintances from home leave over and over again, it's a way to familiarize oneself with good will and social circles, even if a person doesn't exactly feel "at home" with the people there to begin with.
[Wait? Feelings? Talking? About some degree of sentimentality? What...]
I suppose that's something that someone like myself can call familiar, though.
(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN... via journal. This is part of the plot I missed due to real life priorities during the holidays. Kalinda's usual tight-lipped nature is now changed to talking a lot! whaoaoaoaaaaa!!1 pre-existing cr, feel free to bank on this idegaf.)
[Those who know her, there is your signature commentary on the day's events, as given to you by your favorite private investigator.
But wait, there's more!]
Honestly, in spite of the individualistic nature that most of us are incline to cling to, there is rarely an event that is proposed by the masses that goes ignored. Those who tend to stay quiet are still there "to see what all the fuss is about" for one reason or the other, even though it's obvious that they would like to be part of the status quo in one way or the other.
[Okay, she's made a point. She should probably close that journal now that she has it out.
Wait.]
I'm inclined to admit the fact that I'm starting to oblige myself as well. It's "something to do", it's something to break yourself free of the monotony of perfection that the castle provides us. For people who tend to have their acquaintances from home leave over and over again, it's a way to familiarize oneself with good will and social circles, even if a person doesn't exactly feel "at home" with the people there to begin with.
[Wait? Feelings? Talking? About some degree of sentimentality? What...]
I suppose that's something that someone like myself can call familiar, though.
(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN... via journal. This is part of the plot I missed due to real life priorities during the holidays. Kalinda's usual tight-lipped nature is now changed to talking a lot! whaoaoaoaaaaa!!1 pre-existing cr, feel free to bank on this idegaf.)
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Dec. 1st, 2012 03:16 amkalinda( Friends )
[And after she writes this filter, she's noticing that a certain familiar voice is not present. It takes her a few minutes, but after further investigation...]
It seems as though Mr. Eli Gold has left the castle. Sorry to disappoint if you've grown accustomed to his charms, but he's in a better place now.
[Being a complete ass to people and getting paid like, a million dollars for it. Hooray.]
(ooc. ahaha i don't expect k to have very many friends because what are friends! also going to bed now tags in the morning)
[And after she writes this filter, she's noticing that a certain familiar voice is not present. It takes her a few minutes, but after further investigation...]
It seems as though Mr. Eli Gold has left the castle. Sorry to disappoint if you've grown accustomed to his charms, but he's in a better place now.
[Being a complete ass to people and getting paid like, a million dollars for it. Hooray.]
(ooc. ahaha i don't expect k to have very many friends because what are friends! also going to bed now tags in the morning)
hedonic[ This isn't the first time the journal has opened at an inopportune time to pick up on incredibly indecent sounding situations. Of course, it's almost always a misunderstanding, isn't it? Like a poorly phrased line, or overexuberant exercise session. Maybe that's all this is!
Except no, it isn't. Anyone who doesn't immediately close their journals can pick up on the little sounds that add up to the big picture. Husky panting is the first clue, ever present, and most definitely belonging to more than one woman. There's a hushed moan, the subtle whisper of silken fabrics as they brush together, away from the friction of bare skin.
Then, a loud thump and creaking of springs lets out, followed by a purr of a chuckle that might seem familiar to any poor soul who has suffered it before. A different voice interjects, though. Kalinda's voice. ]
Fighting for dominance again?
[ Another chuckle from the other woman, revealed as Echidna when she responds. ]
Is it a fight, now? That would be fun.
[ You bet your bottom dollar you just opened your journal to some lady sex, castle. What do you have to say about that? Or are you just going to hide the children? ]
Except no, it isn't. Anyone who doesn't immediately close their journals can pick up on the little sounds that add up to the big picture. Husky panting is the first clue, ever present, and most definitely belonging to more than one woman. There's a hushed moan, the subtle whisper of silken fabrics as they brush together, away from the friction of bare skin.
Then, a loud thump and creaking of springs lets out, followed by a purr of a chuckle that might seem familiar to any poor soul who has suffered it before. A different voice interjects, though. Kalinda's voice. ]
Fighting for dominance again?
[ Another chuckle from the other woman, revealed as Echidna when she responds. ]
Is it a fight, now? That would be fun.
[ You bet your bottom dollar you just opened your journal to some lady sex, castle. What do you have to say about that? Or are you just going to hide the children? ]
[ ooc; open over the journal akjfhask i'm so sorry, everyone! PLZ INTERRUPT THEM. ]
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Oct. 2nd, 2012 03:33 pmkalinda( Filtered to the others who were also a part of Mr. Boy's detention. )
[With that out of the way, Kalinda's staring the journal idly. She doesn't particularly like broadcasting herself in this thing, but she sure likes scouring it for information! And you know, idle chatter.]
This place never ceases to surprise me-- and this is coming from someone who was rarely surprised back home. People are often predictable, and read easily at that. As different as we all seem to be, it's oddly strange how there are more similarities than one might think. There's just these universal truths... I guess here, they literally transcend universes.
Not to give in to the philosophical, by any means.
That being said, I have to ask what it is about this place that has surprised you the most. Be it the company we're sharing or what this place is capable of. Whatever. I'd hate to be caught off guard by the next extraneous circumstance.
[With that out of the way, Kalinda's staring the journal idly. She doesn't particularly like broadcasting herself in this thing, but she sure likes scouring it for information! And you know, idle chatter.]
This place never ceases to surprise me-- and this is coming from someone who was rarely surprised back home. People are often predictable, and read easily at that. As different as we all seem to be, it's oddly strange how there are more similarities than one might think. There's just these universal truths... I guess here, they literally transcend universes.
Not to give in to the philosophical, by any means.
That being said, I have to ask what it is about this place that has surprised you the most. Be it the company we're sharing or what this place is capable of. Whatever. I'd hate to be caught off guard by the next extraneous circumstance.
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Jun. 4th, 2012 11:38 pmkalinda[And in the middle of the night, there's a loud gasping breath of air as a body moves from a bed.]
Nick-- [A breath. Wasn't she just sitting in a chair? With a gun? Just how long was she out?
A pause. A long pause.
And soon there would be the cocking of a gun, footsteps moving across her floor, and a door opening. Minutes would pass before Kalinda finds herself sitting on her bed, glaring down at the open journal at her side.
In an annoyed, tired, and subtly frustrated tone masked in neutrality, she'll continue the accidental dictation with full intention.]
And here I thought I was home.
(ooc. open, via journal! yeeee-- OH YEAH SHE HAS A LOSS CHANGE NOW LET ME JUST MAKE AN OOC POST ABOUT THAT.)
Nick-- [A breath. Wasn't she just sitting in a chair? With a gun? Just how long was she out?
A pause. A long pause.
And soon there would be the cocking of a gun, footsteps moving across her floor, and a door opening. Minutes would pass before Kalinda finds herself sitting on her bed, glaring down at the open journal at her side.
In an annoyed, tired, and subtly frustrated tone masked in neutrality, she'll continue the accidental dictation with full intention.]
And here I thought I was home.
(ooc. open, via journal! yeeee-- OH YEAH SHE HAS A LOSS CHANGE NOW LET ME JUST MAKE AN OOC POST ABOUT THAT.)
BACKDATED TO YESTERDAY;
Apr. 9th, 2012 08:07 pmkalinda[Here, journal. Have the most annoyed accusatory tone in the world as sticky fingers attempt to turn the pages.]
...and who was the gentleman with which I was discussing Peeps the other day?
...and who was the gentleman with which I was discussing Peeps the other day?
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Mar. 7th, 2012 05:50 pmkalinda( Those who are learned in or otherwise employed with practicing law. )
( Those who work in enforcing the law, regardless of morality or technique. )
[Now that those filters are out of the way, she cannot help but muse in the journal.]
This place is the slap to the face for pretty much every skeptic, isn't it?
The impossible happens at every turn, who's about to pinpoint when it's all about to make any sense.
Not that I'm having trouble adjusting, it's just... [There's a pause, and perhaps a sigh, maybe a chuckle under her breath.] Hard to believe that there are a distinct lack of answers.
( Those who work in enforcing the law, regardless of morality or technique. )
[Now that those filters are out of the way, she cannot help but muse in the journal.]
This place is the slap to the face for pretty much every skeptic, isn't it?
The impossible happens at every turn, who's about to pinpoint when it's all about to make any sense.
Not that I'm having trouble adjusting, it's just... [There's a pause, and perhaps a sigh, maybe a chuckle under her breath.] Hard to believe that there are a distinct lack of answers.
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Feb. 11th, 2012 12:43 amkalinda[Now, Kalinda hadn't found waking up next to a stranger a new thing by any means, though in a castle where she knew next to little about the residents themselves? That was certainly something a little different.
She'll pause for a moment, staring down at the women before her. Oh, naked. That's... well. Okay, she can understand that. Because, well--
Oh, well. Never mind that! Why doesn't she remember this?
She'll tentatively move a hand to the woman's shoulder, applying just enough pressure to allow for a subtle motion.]
...hey.
[there’s a groan and Isabela finally opens her eyes, squinting at the form next to her.
...
...That must have been one hell of a night if she can’t even remember any of it.]
Hey there, sailor.
[To which Kalinda offers the woman but a simple glance, relaxing only in the sense of pressing her back against her headboard. She'll look down, perhaps let her eyes linger for a moment, before catching the woman's eyes again.]
Is there a reason I don't... exactly remember this?
[She won't make a move to reach for the covers; it's not as thought it would help any.] I'm sure I would have remembered a woman who-- Well.
[Isabela sits up, stretching luxuriously. Shame? What’s that?]
Either we got completely drunk off our asses and managed not to get a hangover, or the castle is up to its tricks again.
[glancing around at the Valentine’s Day decorations] Or I’ve started sleep walking right into other people’s beds. [hm] I wonder how plausible an excuse that is.
[And a glance before allowing her eyes to raise to the ceiling. Well, if she has to stretch...]
Yeah. That's one hell of a trick.
[an amused chuckle as she walks naked to the door]
It could always be worse. [and...the door doesn’t open.]
...Maybe I spoke too soon.
(ooc. Kalinda is black, and Isabela is this lovely color. Aw yiss. B] )
She'll pause for a moment, staring down at the women before her. Oh, naked. That's... well. Okay, she can understand that. Because, well--
Oh, well. Never mind that! Why doesn't she remember this?
She'll tentatively move a hand to the woman's shoulder, applying just enough pressure to allow for a subtle motion.]
...hey.
[there’s a groan and Isabela finally opens her eyes, squinting at the form next to her.
...
...That must have been one hell of a night if she can’t even remember any of it.]
Hey there, sailor.
[To which Kalinda offers the woman but a simple glance, relaxing only in the sense of pressing her back against her headboard. She'll look down, perhaps let her eyes linger for a moment, before catching the woman's eyes again.]
Is there a reason I don't... exactly remember this?
[She won't make a move to reach for the covers; it's not as thought it would help any.] I'm sure I would have remembered a woman who-- Well.
[Isabela sits up, stretching luxuriously. Shame? What’s that?]
Either we got completely drunk off our asses and managed not to get a hangover, or the castle is up to its tricks again.
[glancing around at the Valentine’s Day decorations] Or I’ve started sleep walking right into other people’s beds. [hm] I wonder how plausible an excuse that is.
[And a glance before allowing her eyes to raise to the ceiling. Well, if she has to stretch...]
Yeah. That's one hell of a trick.
[an amused chuckle as she walks naked to the door]
It could always be worse. [and...the door doesn’t open.]
...Maybe I spoke too soon.
(ooc. Kalinda is black, and Isabela is this lovely color. Aw yiss. B] )
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Feb. 5th, 2012 09:17 amkalinda[It's a corridor she turns, and a much different one at that.
Gone are the lawyers who were once celebrating a victory and gone were the familiar corridors of a bustling office-- unless they've seriously remodeled.
Great.]
...and me without a weapon. [A very soft, albeit a very annoyed sigh.]
I wish I had my bat. At least a weapon designed to bludgeon would match the setti--
[And on cue, there's a baseball bat clattering to the stone floor.
Kalinda allows for ten complete seconds to stare at the damn thing before looking around and tentatively picking it up.]
This works.
(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN. In person, through the journal, around the corner, on the ceiling, behind a door, under the rug... Just don't make her hit you!)
Gone are the lawyers who were once celebrating a victory and gone were the familiar corridors of a bustling office-- unless they've seriously remodeled.
Great.]
...and me without a weapon. [A very soft, albeit a very annoyed sigh.]
I wish I had my bat. At least a weapon designed to bludgeon would match the setti--
[And on cue, there's a baseball bat clattering to the stone floor.
Kalinda allows for ten complete seconds to stare at the damn thing before looking around and tentatively picking it up.]
This works.
(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN. In person, through the journal, around the corner, on the ceiling, behind a door, under the rug... Just don't make her hit you!)