Subverted Under Out of Character

FINISHED BINGO CARD

Sun, 13 Mar 2011 09:56:08 GMT

But at least it's finished! These are all links to stuff I moved to google docs from inksome and couldn't be bothered to repost them.

Low Battery: Temperance and Elle have a sister moment.

Locked Out: Bert is drunk and thinks that Val's apartment is really hers.

Dark Secret: Gabe discovers Elle's dark secret.

Breakfast: After a fight with Gemma Elizabeth makes a friend at a diner.

Weather Patterns: Gemma and Quincy talk about the weather and their move to the States.

Silly Secret: Jack tells Hugh a silly secret from his past.

Your Mom: Iulie and Adrian receive a letter from their mother and send one back.

Something New: Temperance and Nadja meet to talk about being room mates and Temp takes her on a tour of her apartment.

Right Out of a Movie: Outfit Montage with Gemma, AJ, and Quin.

Organized Chaos: Gabe buys flowers from Bert.

Polaroid: AJ buys flowers for mother's day from Bert and Gemma takes polaroid pictures of the event.

Your Favorite Song: Lyle goes looking for a DJ and runs into D Rock who just so happens to be a DJ.

Best Day of My Life: Elle gets released from PMHF

A Chance Happening: Morgan gets a new job but her old job keeps coming back to haunt her.

Waking Up Some Place Strange: Adrian gets hit by a car and wakes up in the hospital and Iulie has to use magic to prevent them from being found out.

A Foreign City: Iulie meets Harrison when she drops all her things on the ground.

Clouds: Gemma is cloud watching when AJ almost runs her over.

Summer Fun: Andrew, Ian, Annie, and AJ go to the beach!

Unsent Letter: Luka writes a letter that she never sends.

Death: Ian takes Annie to the zoo and they talk about her mother.

Meltdown: Gemma and Elizabeth are at it again.

I Told You So: D Rocks little sisters visit during their school vacation.

Waiting for a Train: Jack, Hugh, and Emmy visit their mother's grave.

Injury: Ivan is taking care of Petya's foot when they have a minor interruption.

Bingo card in progress

Thu, 14 Oct 2010 16:49:34 GMT

Green is for logs. Pink is for threads.
Inksome threads are denoted with a *

Life's a bitch*: Jack, Jane

Adverse Reaction*: Kylie, Angel, Jack
Waiting*: Aquila
Best day of my life*: Tilly, Travis
It's Cold*: Cam and Kat
It's Cold: Clair and Amelia (I did this one twice because I wasn't paying attention).

Waiting for the train / bus / other*: Leif, Nadja
Awkward situation*: Leif, Nadja, Amelia, Clair (at Malcolm and Morgan's party)
Unsent letter*: Janeane
Wildcard (Sent letter)*: Evangeline
Hyperbole*: Rachel, Ingrid

Favorite theorist/philosopher*: Gray, Evangeline
Liable*: Asher, Margaret

Waking up some place strange*: Anatoli
Weather patterns*: Dahlia

We're open.

Thu, 14 Oct 2010 16:42:45 GMT

Instead of lj-secing our entries over here and then re-copying comments like we did with the other games, I figured screw it. We've never bothered with any of the previous incarnations of subs. We have a tendency to keep the old story where it is and just move forward. I'm a big fan of moving forward.

I'll try to lj-archive the old comm. If that doesn't work I'll try to back it up some other way.

But anyway. Let's kick this community open and try to be more active with it if we can.

PS: Just in case you forgot I'm kicking your asses in RP Bingo. I'm going to port over my old card (and let's go ahead and count those old logs/threads). If anyone wants a completely fresh start we can do new prompts and I can make new cards. Let me know.

Icon Allotment Being Downgraded

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:28 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY agent_anarchy)

Just be aware that Inksome is downgrading their icon allotment from 150 down to 50 on April 1st. I'm not sure how they'll be handling this (deleting any icons over 50, last uploaded, least used (I doubt it). My suggestion is to go through your icons and get them down to 50 yourself. It sucks, but it's better than down to 10 (which was the original plan).

Stuff

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:27 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY agent_anarchy)

I made us a polyvore group to share character related sets. Beware the panda.

I haven't played over here in a long time, which I feel terrible about, but hopefully we'll get some plot ideas moving and start playing again. Oh man, we could have an RP bingo revival!

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:26 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY agent_anarchy)

Couldn't sleep. Felt industrious.

Updated the off-site archives to include our brief stint on Insane Journal.

I didn't actually sort out what was what, it all just got tacked onto the end of the subverted portion of the archives, but it's done for now. So yay!

Insula De Virsta

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:26 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY agent_anarchy)

A few years back a couple of us played this game called Insula De Virsta. It was fairly long running and spanned two communities with epic posts, lots of plots, and all kinds of magical mayhem.

Joey has humbly requested (and I've been pondering a similar idea) a reboot of our much beloved island game. He proposed that we make it a sister to subverted under (since some of our old island characters have been playing here anyway).

I like this idea and I'm ready to roll with it, but it'll take a bit of doing on my part to get it officially ready (all the same, if you played before and you're itchy to bring back old characters, please feel free to make a journal for the game and start playing).

For those of you new the island I'm going to explain it on the agent_anarchy journal (here). No obligation, but there's room for crossover and mayhem if you want to join us.

The community is the_island if you'd like to take a browse. Sadly, the old game was on greatestjournal and while I have the archive of it on my computer I haven't put it up anywhere.

Any questions or comments will be answered below if you ask.

Bingo in progress

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:25 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY containedchaos)

I know that this card looks ridiculous but whatevah. Haha.

Best day of my life : Giselle
Something new: Temperance, Nadja
Waking up in a strange place: Adrian, Iulie
Unsent letter: Luka
A foreign city: Iulie, Harrison

Bingo card in progress

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:23 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY inthefreakdom)

Green is for logs. Pink is for threads.

Life's a bitch: Jack, Jane

Adverse Reaction: Kylie, Angel, Jack
Waiting: Aquila
Best day of my life: Tilly, Travis
It's Cold: Cam and Kat

Waiting for the train / bus / other: Leif, Nadja
Awkward situation: Leif, Nadja, Amelia, Clair (at Malcolm and Morgan's party)
Unsent letter: Janeane
Wildcard (Sent letter): Evangeline
Hyperbole: Rachel, Ingrid

Favorite theorist/philosopher: Gray, Evangeline
Liable: Asher, Margaret

Waking up some place strange: Anatoli
Weather patterns: Dahlia

Bingo Card!

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:22 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY all_these_fools)

RP Bingo Rules

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:21 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY agent_anarchy)

1. Have fun!

2. One thread or log counts for 1 square only on your card. However, one thread can count as a square for more than one person playing (so if Sass and Becky play a thread about low batteries they can both count that square off, or if Joey and Kierstin play a thread about locked out and mistaken identity, they can each decide which square they'd rather have count).

3. You can play for more than one bingo on your card. You can also go for broke and try for a blackout (playing every square on your card).

4. The center square is a wildcard and you can count any thread or log towards it, or pick your own prompt from the list.

5. There aren't really any prizes beyond having activity in this community again, but maybe we could make icons or art or fic for each other if anyone feels like being a prize peddling panda.

6. There are no deadlines for finishing your bingo and this could be an ongoing game if everyone is up to it. If you want a new card you'll have to beg me, because making them is a bit of a process.

7. If you want to keep track, please do so in the OOC and tag it with rp bingo. You can alter your card once you get it (crossing out squares you've finished in mspaint or whatever you like) as a visual guide, or simply list off what you have.

8. Again, have fun! I'm really looking forward to this game within the game!

Bingo Card

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:21 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY containedchaos)

Rp Bingo

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:19 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY agent_anarchy)

I think we have a pretty good list of prompts to get us started with.

So! Reply here if you want a card and I'll set one up for you.

Crazy Idea. Brainstorm.

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:18 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY agent_anarchy)

So I'm playing this whacky fiction writing game called kink_bingo over on dreamwidth. And I think we could play it with rp to maybe jump start the action over here.

Essentially everyone who wanted would get a card with 25 squares (24 prompts and one wildcard on the middle which could be pretty much anything). You just try to do five in a row and make a bingo out of your card; one thread or log per square. The prompts could be interpreted fairly liberally, this is just an idea to get us interested in subverted again and playing like we used to.

Becky and I are working on prompts to put on the bingo cards, but we should all brainstorm right here in comments.

List so far
1. A foreign city
2. A chance happening
3. Favorite theorist/philosopher
4. Right out of a movie
5. Organized chaos
6. It's cold
7. Puzzles
8. Clouds
9. An accident
10. Awkward situation
11. Your favorite song
12. Breakfast
13. Summer fun
14. Life's a bitch
15. Waking up some place strange
16. A little dog
17. Hyperbole
18. Stumble
19. Adverse reaction
20. Blast from the past
21. Superstition
22. Polaroid
23. Unsent letter
24. Innocence (or loss of)
25. Death
26. Online networking
27. Wrong number
28. Injury
29. Party
30. "I told you so."
31. Myths
32. Waiting
33. Best day of my life.
34. Worst day of my life.
35. Your mom
36. Liable
37. Mistaken identity
38. Locked out
39. New shoes
40. Low battery
41. Waiting for a train / bus / other
42. Dark secret
43. Silly secret
44. Baking disaster
45. Public power outage
46. Weather patterns
47. Meltdown
48. Something borrowed
49. Something new
50. Something old
51. Something blue

HEY

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:58:16 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY agent_anarchy)

We have never had a proper OOC for Subverted Under. So hey. Check it out.

A Family Gathering, open to any Parrish or Westerveldt

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:51 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY cityofstrangers)

The penthouse apartment, for one reason or another, had always been a common meeting place for the Parrish-Westerveldt family. If they wanted to see each other, that is. Renee wasn't at the top on the list for inviting family over (unless for a party) so it was quite out of character when she invited them over for dinner.

She had randomly decided to have the family dinner in hopes to resuscitate their family back to life. It seemed for the past year, after the twins shocking disappearance, that the family seemed to quietly die. No one talked about the devastating news that most likely took the lives of two of Renee's sisters. And for Renee it had gone on long enough. She was sick of being shushed when she tried to bring it up and she felt like she was going to crack if she didn't let how she felt out. If anything positive had come from Ingrid and Rachel's disappearance it was Renee's need for family, a complete opposite of the Renee one year ago.

The dining room table was full of food and the chairs were filled more than Renee had expected. The room was quiet still, with only the sounds of silverware moving and servants' feet shuffling, but their presence was enough to ease a fraction of Renee's nerves. She hoped someone else would break the silence, and soon, because if she took the floor first it would be full of irrational emotions and running eyeliner.

Bottom of the Barrel

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:50 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY cityofstrangers)

Her arms crossed over her chest as her hands held her shoulders. Her grip was hard and pulled the skin on her back tight. It would hurt if Mindy's mind was anywhere inside her head. She heard the bathroom door open and close but it didn't register. It wasn't important.

Geri stepped slowly across the tiled floor of the bathroom in the apartment she shared with Mindy. Geri looked down at the floor when her foot fumbled over a black high heel. She noticed it's match close by as well as a black dress and black stockings lying on the floor like a trail of bread crumbs leading to it's owner.

Mindy was sitting in the corner of their walk-in shower huddled up and holding herself. The pressure of the water flowing from the showerhead was low and just dropped to the floor pathetically.

Geri reached the shower and kneeled down to look into Mindy's face. "Hey," she said softly.

Mindy's expression remained blank and unchanged. Geri's voice had brought Mindy back into her body but it felt numb. She couldn't feel her fingers or her toes and the water that splashed onto her legs from bouncing off the floor was like ice. "Hey," she replied, her voice shaking.

Geri could see that she was cold. Her complexion was pale and she was shivering slightly. She reached out to her to try and coax her out but was cut off and pushed away lamely.

"Don't touch me," Mindy whined.

"Fine," Geri said before holding her hands up, "fine." She stood up momentarily to turn the faucet to a warmer temperature. "Compromise," she whispered to herself before kneeling again. "What's going on?" she asked.

The warm water was hitting Mindy and it felt refreshing, it felt nuturing, it felt good, and it felt like everything she didn't want to be feeling. She began to sob as her head fell.

Geri didn't seem to be helping as she watched Mindy fall apart. Her outfit, all black, then seemed odd, as it should, when Geri slowly put the pieces of this broken puzzle together. "Who?" she whispered, "if you don't mind me asking..."

Mindy continued sobbing weakly as she ignored her roommate. She knew Geri hadn't done anything wrong and quite frankly it was out of character for her to care at all. It wasn't the first time Geri was there for Mindy when she was a wreck or in one of her moods and for that Mindy was grateful. Though, grateful as she may be there was no way she could explain what was going on in her head. There were no words to explain properly how she felt because there were no words to explain how it feels to pick out your own coffin when you're not nearly thirty years old.

Instead Mindy half stood from her balled up position and stood there holding herself before Geri. Her roommate reached for her towel and wrapped it around Mindy before walking her to her room. Mindy shuffled across the floor and fell into her bed when she finally answered Geri's question who had already walked her in and walked out. "Me," she said in a hushed tone to herself.

Crappy little moods

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:49 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY katrana)

Enough was enough. Kat hadn't been at work for a week, calling in 'snappy' for the past four days. It was unlikely she'd be any more amiable tomorrow, either. She was sick of her job. Sick of working for a living, sick of earning minimum wage to maintain their crappy little lifestyle in their crappy little apartment in crappy little Burnham City. It was putting a strain on her crappy little mood (which, to be quite honest, had always been rather fragile) and was making her resent what she was coming to think of as her crappy little marriage.

She wanted to go home. Hug her children, then possibly go on a very long vacation away from them and everybody else just to collect her thoughts. She barely knew herself at the moment.

Leaving Burnham

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:48 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY restless)

Bernadette's bags weren't as heavy as she remembered. Margaret insisted that she pack everything important. "I'm not certain we'll return."

That statement struck her as terribly off, but she couldn't explain how at the time. Now they were standing in a dark field and some shady woman had sauntered up to Margaret with an envelope. Bet was trying to listen in, but their voices fell flat and didn't carry far enough.

Margaret shook the woman's hand, shoved the envelope into her jacket pocket and walked back toward Bet. "Are you sure you have everything you want to take with you?"

"What is this about?"

Margaret offered Bet a single moment of silence. It was the closest she ever got to treating Bet like a petulant child. Her question was genuine and it would require an answer. "Your mother wants you back."

Bernadette all but spluttered nearly dropping her luggage. "My mother is dead."

Margaret placed her hand gently on Bet's shoulder. "If only it were so simply my dear." She paused and looked the young woman over. In their few years together Margaret had become quite fond of her foster daughter. She didn't often feel the pangs of motherly love, but it was aching triumphantly just now. "The woman you knew as your mother is most certainly dead, but she was only the woman who raised you. Your real mother has been stuck for some time, unable to travel here."

"So what? Are we running from her?"

It struck Margaret with a cold sort of awe that Bernadette didn't question it further. She would believe whatever Margaret told her, even if it was the greatest lie. Of course, for the time being there was no lying. "More or less. There are a few other places she won't go and I think we should seek refuge until you're fully prepared."

Bernadette wanted to have a full on tantrum about this, but the way that Margaret paled at the mention of her real mother worried her. She'd never seen Margaret worried, not even when she lost control of the peculiar abilities she was endowed with. That anything could rattle the woman surprised her and made her willing to run away and hide. "So where are we going?"

"There's another world we can enter from this one. My contact set us up with a place to live for the time being and I can teach you everything about it once we arrive." She stopped a moment to steady herself. She had left this world herself many years ago. There was no doubt that the war was long since over, but she couldn't help the shiver as it ran down her body. Margaret was returning home.

She took Bet's hand in her own and squeezed it gently. "Just close your eyes and hold tight." A rushing sensation passed over them, strange noises filling the spaces around their ears. Bet wanted to open her eyes but she had a feeling she'd never sleep again if she did.

In the space of a breath they had passed whatever barrier separated the two worlds. They stood in another dark field, but the skyline was different. The city was a little further off and the stars were all wrong. Margaret let go of Bet's hand and began to walk through the tall grass. "It's not too far of a walk." That was an exaggeration meant to make Bet feel better, but there was nothing for it now. They had to get to New Meridian before anyone noticed the two terribly out of place women, both of whom actually belonged here just at the wrong time.

(Log) A Belated Happy Mother's Day (Wednesday afternoon)

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:47 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY burningburnham)

Who: Bert Blue, Quin, Gemma, and AJ
What: Polaroid cameras are back
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Burnham City
Bingo: Polaroid

It had been another boring day down at the Burnham City high school but the Davies siblings and AJ always had a back up plan to make things more interesting. On this particular Wednesday afternoon the girls were toting around an old Polaroid camera and snapping off instant pictures of their friends and teachers. After stopping in to pick up Franklin, the three friends continued their tirade downtown snapping pictures of innocent passersby. Quincy grabbed the camera out of his sister's hands as they walked down the street together. He snapped the ever elusive picture of his sister and her best friend with a grin. "There, now I think we should be all even now," he said handing the camera to AJ with a wink.

"I'll take that good sir," AJ said snapping another picture of Quin.

"You're going to have fifty of him before the end of the day," Gemma said snatching the developing photo out of the camera and shaking it a little. "Check this out," she grabbed a handful of photos out of her bag and about forty percent of them were Quin. "We could have a model portfolio," she poked him in the sides.

"Did you get my good side then?" Quin gave AJ a sideways grin.

AJ had been around Quin long enough to stave off any blushing when he used his boyish charms. She had almost gotten over the British accent, but not quite. She punched him in the arm. "Dork."

"Did you send your mum anything for mother's day?" Gemma asked suddenly. "Someone made mother a cake and forgot to remind his lovely little sister," she eyed Quincy suspiciously. "Right Quinny dear?" she pinched his cheek.

"Shit," AJ said remembering that she had not sent anything to her mother. "Andy sent a card from both of us. Damn, even Ian sent his mother a postcard reminding her that she in fact has a four year old granddaughter and a twenty six year old son. Man… mom is going to know it's one of those things that Andy did on his own because the hand writing is the same."

"Conveniently young ladies there's a florist right down the street from where we're standing. Perhaps the lady can send some silk flowers your mothers way," Quin gestured grandly at the floral shop down the street from them.

"Let's stop in and see! I can just send along a card that says… um… I was sick!" AJ skipped ahead toward the store with Gemma on her arm. Quin followed behind, entering the store last.

As soon as they entered they were each hit with a strange mixture of scents. It was overpowering floral with a hint of cigarettes, whiskey, and stale coffee. The next sight was something the three teenagers were not expecting at all. A tall, blue haired girl wearing a military influenced vest that didn't quite conceal her pale skin underneath and tight blue, metallic leggings walked through the shop and approached them with an air of confidence and a cup of black coffee. "Hi, can I help you?" she asked stopping to lean on the counter, she couldn't be much older than Quincy.

"Do you mind the dog?" AJ asked timidly, she was holding the bulky puppy in her arms just in case.

Bert smiled and patted his head. "Not at all, especially when they're so cute and squishy... hey wait a minute... I know this dog... BCA?" she looked at the three human faces and vaguely recognized them.

"Yes that's where we live," Gemma said brightly.

"Me too, it's really saying a bad thing about my social graces that I recognize your adorable dog first," she laughed. "So what can I help you with today?"

He smiled devilishly. "Do you make silk arrangements?" As AJ put the restless pup down so he could investigate the scents of the floral shop.

"Of course," she said brightly. "What were you thinking ofohmygod… Polaroid. No way," she smiled as she inspected the camera that Gemma was positioning to take a picture. "That's so retro."

"Smile!" Gemma said brightly and snapped a picture of the florist. "Ooo! Is that an Alexander McQueen knuckle duster clutch?" she asked spotting Bert's clutch on the counter near the register.

"Yeah," Bert said brightly. "It might be a knock off but honestly I'm okay with that. I like the accents by the way," she smiled.

Gemma laughed brightly and snapped a picture of Bert with her clutch. "I'm Gemma, this is my impetuous brother Quincy and my darling friend AJ," Gemma was always the one to introduce the group to their new and interesting friends.

"I'm Bert Blue," she said proudly. "And I can show you to the very best of my silk arrangements," she lead them to the back room where she never brought customers. This was a sacred privilege for anyone to be let into this place. She must have really liked them. She pushed her ash tray to the far end of her work table and brought out four arrangements, two at a time. "These puppies," she said laying them out are my best. I made them yesterday afternoon after I was having no luck with fresh arrangements," she explained. "Why silk though?"

"My mother lives in Alaska," AJ piped in. "I figured fresh wouldn't make it," she said a little sheepishly as an after thought.

Bert smiled warmly. "Very cool. Alaska. You live with you dad in the city?" Bert asked, not meaning to be nosey.

"Actually my older brother," AJ said. "He sent her a card and signed my name with his. I figured I should put a little effort in. I'll sign his name with mine this time," she smiled.

"I like that," Bert said. "So what kind of woman is your ma?"

It took AJ a minute but she finally came up with the right words. "Traditional, kind of fierce in a mom way, she loves her dogs, she makes a mean cup of hot cocoa, and she's very kind."

"A-ha! Bert produced an array of soft pinks, whites, and yellows. Each silk flower was delicately crafted to look like a real flower, it was something you couldn't just go pick up at the grocery store or the gas station. It was art work, the finest they had ever seen. Gemma and AJ both leaned forward to marvel at the arrangement.

"This is simply beautiful," Gemma gasped. "It must take you hours! They look real!" she guffawed over the basket.

"Look at this Gem," AJ said point at a soft yellow flower that had a little leaf stuck to it. She was too afraid to touch the delicate looking things. "This is stunning," she said. "It's probably going to cost a fortune though," she looked at Bert a little embarrassed. "Sorry."

Bert smiled it off. "They're actually not too bad. Fifteen for each silk basket."

"What?" AJ said. "That's not enough! You must have sat her for hours crafting these little flowers! I can't give you fifteen dollars for this, it's at least worth forty!"

"No way little one, fifteen," Bert smiled and started walking toward the front of the store with the negotiated basket in her arms as her heels clicked against the floor. Gemma, AJ, and Quin followed her to the cash register where she was already punching in numbers.

"Are you sure fifteen is enough. I didn't mean to haggle," AJ said, her face beet red as she produced a ten and a five.

"No haggling at all. I usually decide how much a bundle is worth anyways. The first bundle I sold took me twice as long because you're always slow at something when you first try it. So my first bundle was thirty bucks. For a few months now I've been selling them around twenty, fifteen, depending on how many flowers I make in each one," she explained. "It's not like you insulted me," she laughed. "Here," she slid an empty card over the counter. "You can fill this out and we can have these puppies shipped tonight. Out UPS guy doesn't come until six because he knows we always get last minute orders when all the husbands get out of work at five."

Quincy laughed. "What kind of tosser does that?" he asked. "I've never heard of a bloke coming into a flower shop at five to order a dozen for the end of the day."

"That's because European man are far more prepared for life than American ones," Bert replied smartly as AJ filled in the card and slid it over the counter again. Bert nestled everything together.

"One last shot," Gemma said lifting the camera. She snapped a picture of Bert with the flower arrangement. They said their goodbyes and thank yous and headed for home. AJ feeling much better that she had at least tried to do something for mother's day, late as it may be.

(Log) Low Battery (Elle and Temperance)

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:46 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY containedchaos)

Who: Elle and Temperance
When: Thursday morning, after this
Where: Burnham City
What: Elle meets her sister for breakfast, they tend to do that
Bingo: Low Battery

Temperance was not pleased with being called out of bed so early by her sister especially since she had so little time these days. She begrudgingly dressed herself and left to meet Elle at their favorite breakfast café in the heart of the city. She spotted her sister looking uncharacteristically shaken.

Elle was biting on her lip, she had picked her forearms red. It was not exactly her strong suit, but she needed someone to talk to. It was killing her, killing her like she had never thought it would. "Morning," she said adjusting her sunglasses.

"Are you hung over?" Temperance asked as she sat down.

"A little," she shrugged and sipped on black coffee. She felt horrible, everything felt horrible. She had not stopped drinking yesterday, not until she had passed out. "But that's not what I need to talk to you about."

The waitress came over. "Ladies," she said brightly. "The usual?"

"Yes please," Temperance said. Elle only nodded, she didn't know if she would even be able to stomach eating anything at all. "So what's up?" Temperance asked sipping on her coffee and looking at her sister over the table.

"I… I had… I kind of had… oh fuck it. I had a miscarriage yesterday," she snapped a rubber band hard against her wrist. "I've been having an affair with Gabriel and I'm pretty sure that little miscarriage just ended the whole thing," Elle held up her compact and reapplied her lipstick, trying to cover up the fact that she was crying. "Whatever… I'm over it," she said quickly before Temperance could say anything.

"I didn't even know you were…" Temperance said, her eyes glistening as she saw her sister struggling with this. "Do you need help? Do you need to talk to one of your old counselors?"

"Stop right there," Elle snapped. "You will not tell a fucking soul about this, you will not send me back there because of this. I'm not going to end up like his sad little suicidal wife all locked up in pleasantview."

"Alright, alright, just calm down Giselle," Temperance said holding her hands up. "This is not something you can just walk away from though…"

"A baby… a fucking baby died inside me and it was my fault," Elle felt sick as the tears flowed freely from her eyes. "I killed his baby," she spoke the words so softly Temperance could barely hear her. Elle tried to wipe the tears away but they kept flowing no matter how hard she tried to stop.

"Do you want to go home?"

"No… I should eat… let's fucking eat…"

"Do you want to stay with me for a few days?"

Elle nodded. "Can I sleep in your bed with you like when mom and dad used to fight?" she asked sadly.

"Of course," Temperance held her sisters hand for what seemed like a long time. The waitress discreetly put the food on the table and slipped away barely being noticed. After a quick and forced meal the Williams sisters walked back to Burnham City Apartments and did not stop on the first floor where Elle lived. Temperance decided that skipping class for the rest of the week was pretty reasonable seeing as though her mentally unstable sister had just had her first known miscarriage.

(Log) Dark Secret (Giselle and Gabriel)

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:45 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY containedchaos)

Who: Elle and Gabriel
When: Wednesday morning
Where: Burnham City Apartments
What: Temperance and Gabriel are seriously the worst room mates ever
Bingo: Dark Secret

Elle sat on the edge of her bed, itching her forearm and chewing her bottom lip as her legs jittered nervously. Everything hurt. Now that it was gone she didn't feel anything but pain. She was hollow.

Gabe knocked on her door tentatively. "Elle?" he asked softly.

"What?" she snapped her head up.

"Can I come in?"

Elle stood up quick, collecting her sheets and shoving them under her bed. She pulled a bathrobe under her body tightly and sat back down on her bed. "Yes," she said after a last minute scrambled of hiding the nights incident. Gabe walked in meekly and pulled a chair up to her bed. "Hey," he muttered quietly.

It had been three months since they had started sleeping together and he still felt guilty. Guilty for sleeping with her, guilty for cheating on his wife, guilty for treating Elle differently the past two weeks, guilty for not loving her back, guilty for letting their affair go on as long as it did. He put his head in his hands and stared at the floor.

"Hi," she said shortly.

"How are you?"

"Fine," she lied.

"Really? Because you look awful… oh my god… Elle!" Gabe jumped up from his chair and grabbed Elle's leg. He examined it as blood trickled down. "What happened? Did you cut yourself?"

Elle was caught. She knew she had to come up with something quick, she couldn't let him know. "Uh… uh… uh…" she pulled her leg away from him. "No, I'm just bleeding, god," she turned away from him. She couldn't let him know it happened to him again.

"Elle," he said softly. "Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, just leave me alone Gabe."

He looked down at the floor and saw the corner of her white bed sheet sticking out. He give it a little tug, a blood soaked linen lay on the ground between them. He knew immediately that she had miscarried even though he didn't even know she was pregnant in the first place. "What the fuck happened?"

She refused to talk.

"Giselle," Gabe rose to his feet and stood over her. "What happened?" he asked near hysterics. "We need to get you to the hospital, but you need to tell me what happened."

"Whatever Gabe, I don't need to go to the hospital! I'm fine! It's not my fault the stupid thing couldn’t handle a few drinks and cigarettes! Besides, I didn't want a kid in the first place!" she screamed. Well… that was her plan. She knew she was pregnant, and she didn't stop partying, she knew what it would do to the baby growing inside her.

"You just… you just killed the baby…"

"Like it matters? It wasn't yours anyways!" she lied, but she knew it would hurt less. Stupid, stupid lying whore, how can you do this to him? The only person you've ever loved. You stupid whore! She tried to hold back the tears but they burst forward, drenching her cheeks.

Gabe didn't know what to say, he just sat across from her. He reached over tentatively but she shied away from him. "Don't touch me," she choked out the words.

Gabe leaned away and sat silent for a few minutes, watching his feet as Elle sniffled. She finally stood up. "I'm going to wash up," she said simply.

"Yeah, yeah… okay," Gabe stood and left the room without looking back. He wasn't going to argue with her about going to the hospital and he didn't really want to sit there anymore, especially if she was going to yell at him. Even though she told him that the baby wasn't his, he knew in his heart that he was.

His stomach gripped him, as he paced back and forth. Anger was twisting and turning inside him, but nothing was as strong as his sadness as he collapsed into the chair in his bedroom and cried.

(Log) Your Mom (Iulie and Adrian Miklos)

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:43 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY containedchaos)

Who: Iulie and Adrian Miklos
When: Wednesday evening
Where: BCA
What: The siblings receive a letter from home
Bingo: Your mom

The midnight colored owl fluttered in through the open window silently and gracefully landed on the end of the sofa. He sat there for a good few minutes before either of the siblings even realized he was there. "Futu-i!" Adrian shouted when he noticed the owl sitting on the sofa.

Iulie looked over and her eyes widened, but still she chastised her brother. "You could be a little less crude dear brother, cursing? Really?" she shook her head and walked to the black owl. She knew the owl quite well. It was none other than Henrik, the Miklos family owl. He pecked at her hand lightly, a small show case of affection as she untied the note there. She read the note aloud in Romanian.

"Iuliana and Adrian, we are very displeased with you. Of course we won't come looking for you, there would be no point. You've already shamed your family enough as it is and bringing you back here would just let everyone see how perfectly useless the two of you have become. I am quite certain you won't come back at this point, but I just wanted to make sure we were all in agreement that you are not welcome here. If I even sense your presence anywhere near the mansion, you can be sure that I won't let it stand. This is your punishment for not only abandoning your highly prized positions at Durmstrang but also for bringing shame to your family. –Your mother."

"Surprise, surprise," Adrian rolled his eyes. "Hey! Where are you going?"

"I'm sending her a letter of my own, but I'm going to do it in a proper fashion. Let her wait it out, eagerly for a reply," she grinned and stooped down to write a quick reply on a ripped piece of paper. This time her reply was in French. How thoughtful of you to write us. Lovely hearing from you. You were never there for us as children, what more could we expect as adults? Have a nice life. –I.C.M and A.R.M

She shoved the piece of paper into an envelope and addressed it to Sophie Miklos in Romania, stamped it, and made her way to the post office. It would probably take two to three weeks before Sophia received the reply, and Iulie knew she would be waiting for it, waiting eagerly to read any hint of pain or hurt, which was why Iulie wrote such a casual, unemotional letter. It was her way of rolling her eyes at her mother from across the globe and getting the same result she would have if she were standing in front of her.

(Log) Backdated to December (Ivan, Mikhail, Petya)

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:42 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY displaced)

Who: Mikhail, Ivan, and Petya
When: Backdated, December 2009
Where: BCA
What: The Europeans move in!

Ivan dragged the last of the bags into the new apartment and leaned against the wall. "That's it," he said to Mikhail and Petya.

Petya was sitting on the window sill looking into the room and Mikhail was pacing. "Was this really the best idea?" he asked Ivan in Russian.

Ivan looked at his brother seriously. They always had this argument. "It was a fine idea," Ivan said in perfect English. They had all decided that their common language should be English since they were now living in America and their second language would be German. Petya had asked Ivan to teach her Russian in their spare time and he had agreed, but it would be a while before she could understand fluent Russian.

"What's a fine idea?" Petya asked.

Mikhail huffed and went to a bag. He started riffling through it. "Mikhail was wondering if us moving to Burnham city was a great idea," Ivan explained to Petya.

She shrugged. "Probably not the best idea, but it's not terrible."

Mikhail looked up at the young girl, his new "little sister." She was just like him when he was younger. She was just running but he knew that she wouldn't stop for a long time. He knew he had to take care of her. "We should enroll you at your new school," he said to her after a minute.

Petya shrugged. "Whatever you think is best," she said. "Can I have a few days to get used to this place though?"

"Of course," Mikhail said.

"My friend Iulie said she would give us a tour once we were settled in here," Ivan said looking around the very empty apartment. "We need some furniture."

"Yes we do," Mikhail said.

"We can sit on the floor," Petya grinned. "And eat out of our hands."

"Let's get a moving truck," Ivan grinned. "I know there's a second hand furniture store around here somewhere. We should be able to get enough to have a decent amount of furniture and hopefully some comfortable beds."

Petya stood up. She still couldn't believe the past few days had actually happened the way they did. One second the school was shutting down, the next she was on an airplane, and now she was here in this little apartment in a completely new city with two professors she barely knew but she knew she could trust them and they would be her new family. "I'm ready," she said simply. She was ready to go shopping, ready to except her future, ready to except her new brothers.

Mikhail shrugged and joined them. "Alright."

At the end of the day they had furnished their new home with a tan couch, a vintage red chair, a sage green chair with cherry blossoms on it, a Persian rug, a clock table, several hanging lights, a book shelf, a vase, and a dark brown kitchen table with four chairs. They had found three decently priced twin size beds and outfitted them with their own style of comforter. They could even afford their own rugs and bed side tables for their rooms.

They were invited over to dinner by Ivan's Romanian-French friends Adrian and Iulie Miklos. After a joyous reunion and a nice introduction the friends had a small dinner together and enjoyed each other's company. Even Petya enjoyed herself, which was something that rarely happened. At the end of the night, Ivan, Mikhail, and Petya trudged back to their own apartment which was in the same building and fell asleep peacefully in their own beds.

V-day D-day Party at the Pleasantview Cafe, February 13th (open to all)

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:56:41 GMT

LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY inthefreakdom)

Of all the days of the year that Elle Mann adored, Valentine's Day was fairly near the bottom. It wasn't so much that she had anything against the day; it was more that she had to watch moony-eyed teenagers and young couples clogging up her cafe on dates. Their precious romance was annoying and they'd sit at their tables staring at each other all night.

She decided then that she'd celebrate Valentine's Day (or the evening before as it worked out) in a way which would encourage all the local singles to come out and trash the idea of romance. She updated the cafe web page and put up fliers around town and in Burnham City. She decorated the cafe with torn paper hearts, little bomb shaped candles, candy and crossbones.

The local DJ already had a selection of anti-love songs ready to go and the party was thumping. Tonight was going to be a good night; Elle was counting on it.