Jun. 22nd, 2007

[identity profile] mischief-george.livejournal.com
A few days after his non-date that turned out to be very much a date and then kind of got weird because girls were sodding mental, George decided it was time to be proactive. To pull himself up by his bootstraps and try to figure out what the hell had happened.

So, he sent out a few owls. It was time for reinforcements.

ExpandOwl to Fred )

ExpandOwl to Sirius )

ExpandOwl to Jim )

---

And then, because... Well, because he had to, George sent out one last owl.

ExpandOwl to Stephanie Brown )
[identity profile] mmm-brainz.livejournal.com
(( Permission granted from Heroes!muns :D Italics are Sylar's written answers. ))

Well, well, well. This place was... interesting.

There was a single chair just by the usual table of applications, all alone. A man sat idly inside, slightly slumped, hands laced together in his lap. Totally not dangerous. Nope, not at all. Everything was so very nondescript. Khaki pants. Simple navy blue t-shirt over a dark gray long sleeved one. So neutral it almost stuck out. The quirked grin tugging up a corner of his mouth might have seemed friendly on anybody else, but on him? ...Damn, it was just creepy.

Vast improvement from before, at least. No gouges through the middle of this shirt. But the sweatshirt he'd had before... Well, getting a little stabbed tended to do that to someone.

He cleared his throat once, cocking his head at the application on the table beside him. Hmm. Stacks of papers and only little old him to fill them out? Don't mind if he does. A lone quill lifted off the table and started to scrawl out a single word across the top of the sheet, in a rough chicken scratch of a handwriting. SYLAR.

ExpandCoincidentally, the quill was not a Dictaquill. )
[identity profile] carlaespinosa.livejournal.com
((OOC: Application done with the permission of the Scrubs-muns. Carla is taken from just after the canon events of 'My Nightingale' (S2, ep 2), though she's been at Sacred Heart for the time that the HH Scrubs chars have been gone. Enjoy!))

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Damn straight, Todd, you're going to keep walking. My ass is not for you, and I sure as hell don't want to add a little shake to my walk." A young woman appears in the sorting room, shouting over her shoulder to...someone. Muttering to herself, not really paying attention to her surroundings, she turns as if expecting a shelf of supplies. "Few doctors go on sabbatical and it's like the whole world goes loco. Muchos de hombres estúpidos, pensando con la cabeza incorrecta, que es cuál es incorrecto."

Her hand reached out, grasping at...air. Blinking, Carla looked around, realizing for the first time that she's not in a supply closet. "What the..."

Turning in a circle, mouth dropping and eyes going wide, Carla murmured a stream of profanities in Spanish. "I've gone crazy. I've finally cracked." Then, snapping back, she glared. "Mrs. Cranston in 201 needs a central line, Mr. Benton in 212's catheter is loose again, and God knows that his attending can't touch it because he might get tinkle on his new scrubs, and I have fifteen prescription orders to write up. So whoever is responsible for this little mental breakdown better cut it the hell out right now, because I do not have the time.

There was silence for a long moment, and the pissed-off 'Jenny from the Block' look faded as Carla glanced around the room again.

ExpandMadre de Dios )



"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____CE_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___CE________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __CE_________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____CE_________"

closed

Jun. 22nd, 2007 07:42 pm
[identity profile] c-macaulay.livejournal.com
(( OOC note on timeline: this occurs after Camilla's experience with magic brownies, which in gametime occurred on June 16. Therefore this takes place days before the Midsummer's party, at which Camilla appears with her ability to speak regained. RP is now finished, and worksafe though angsty. ))

ExpandI might go crazy from love / And probably I won't snap out of it / But for now I hold myself back / Just out of reach like a cat / ... Deep in my heart I know it, I feel it, I'm about / To finally start moving, clearing, cleaning the bad luck out / But for now I hold myself back )
[identity profile] lestat-d-l.livejournal.com
A very pale man entered the room, bright blue eyes taking in everything while a huge grin swept over his features. He seemed utterly entranced with the entire place, though so far he had only seen the stone walls and a desk with a chair just waiting to have the pleasure of his ass sitting on it. His clothes were a bit... dated, though quite high society, and he straightened the lace sticking out from under a jacket sleeve as his other hand ran down one of the walls.

"Just lovely!" he gasped. "Such workmanship I haven't seen in a long time."
He knew he was in a castle. He could tell. Hell, the place positively reeked of castle-ness. He moved to the chair and stroked its back, almost like a lover, before swiveling around to sit in it.

"All I have to do to stay is fill out an application?" He raised an eyebrow. "This is too easy."

Usually he had to turn on a little charm, or at least dispose of the current residents, before being able to do as he pleased in castles.

ExpandI do hope this doesn't take too long. I'm feeling a bit peckish. )

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