Application for Claude Rains (Heroes)

[invisibleclaude.livejournal.com]

((Done with permission from Peter- and Noah-muns. Claude is taken from after the end of the first chapter of Heroes (ie first season) and will have spoilers for that.))

The Sorting Room appeared to be empty. For a few long moments the application and the quill poised, waiting, seemingly for no one. Then, with a flicker, a man appeared in the center of the room, eyes warily searching the corners before he approached the table.

He was, in a word, scruffy. Worn clothes, shaggy beard and hair, the all over hunched look of someone who didn't sleep in a clean bed every night. Homeless, one might even say. A bum.

Pulling a soft pretzel out of his pocket, he began to absently munch on it while he looked around. "What kind of place is this?" His North London accent was thick and his eyebrow twitched up in an expression that might have been amusement. Or could have just as easily been disgust. It was hard to tell.

( Me? I'm no one. I'm the Invisible Man. I'm Claude Rains. Now get away from me. Forget you ever saw me. )

application for Quindar Ventibuck, random bartender #4 from Heroes! (OC squibbait)

[squeeoverme.livejournal.com]

(( Long-promised, rather late, but timely, no? Quindar's PB is Kevin Zegers. This app truly is a joint effort. Kisses to all my collaborators. ))


He's the kind of guy who only comes along once a week, or never, depending on your criteria for actual physical proximity. He'll beam his way into your heart, and I'd say real men can't do this, but he's a real man, so clearly they can. He's the kind of real man who eats quiche.

His name is Quindar Ventibuck. (Oh...) An improbable name for an improbable man. He's what they call a 'special person'. So special a whole different set of Olympic Games had to be set up for him and his kind, because it just wasn't fair to pit them against the normal athletes. But you won't find Quindar performing that kind of pole-jump. He's laying low. He's got a mission.

A mission of dire importance. He's driven. You can see it in his eyes, those soulful basset-hound eyes of his, languid yet possessed of a unique fire. You want him to save you. You want him to destroy you. You want to save him from himself. He'll give you coupons for all these things.

He'll take you to a seedy dive where you'll talk about top-secret stuff. Then he'll take you to his sparely furnished studio loft where you'll talk about his inner pain. All night long he'll make your eyes dance and your smile sparkle. In the morning you'll cook together, the way lovers do. Emboldened by his shy compliments, you'll shoot him a casual hip-bump that somehow doesn't manage to land you on the floor or send you careening into the oven door, because everything he touches is transmuted to pure sexiness and that includes you. He'll turn to you and give you the smile that launched a thousand squees ... and then skewer you in the heart with a meat fork. After that you'll be filet de fangirl, but hey, he did tell you that you looked so good he could eat you alive.

And now, for no good reason at all, he's at Hogwarts!

( The boy with the thorn in his side / Behind the hatred there lies / A murderous desire for love )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. too sexy for your application
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. too emo to sign this.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. stop trying to distract me from my Herbal Essences time.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. wouldn't you like to smear marmalade on my pecs? too bad, you can't"

Semi-Open RP - in ur tent, harassin' ur gurlfrend

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

( Turn your ugly face // are you so surprised to see me? // yeah, I was your little childhood playground toy // and if I remember // yeah, if I do remember rightly // I said the tables would be turned around, boy // who's getting scared now? // tell me, tell me how does it feel // it feels so good from where I'm standing )

OOC: We're all going on a summer holiday

[invisivi.livejournal.com]

Hi! In about a week, (Note to self: USE YOUR CALENDAR) On the 18th, I'm going to be going to Northumberland (\o/), so until then my Internet access will be sparodic and for a week afterwards it'll cease entirely to exist. D:! I'll be back on the 27th of August, though, ready and raring to roleplay. (No, really. I'll have the withdrawal symptoms to end all withdrawal symptoms.)

Thus, Dale Smither, Pingu and Violet Parr will mysteriously disappear about that time. (I think that's when the marriage-plot's ending? Yes/no?) Fear not, for they have a five-star plothole awaiting them.

I'll try to round off threads before I leave.

If I never return, I've been eaten alive by giant rabid Northumberlandish shrews.

FYI

[manriki-chan.livejournal.com]

This is probably pretty long in coming, considering my long absences from RPing here. I feel far too close to character-squatting these days, so I've decided to officially leave.

I've had a really fantastic time here, and met some wonderful and amazing people (some of them IRL!). It's possible I'll still nip back from time to time, especially to IRC, and if any are available I might pick up a few of my chars when I come back from Malaysia in December, but for now it's cheerio.

Gogo Yubari
Charlie Pace
Gimli son of Gloin
GIR
Elan
Randolph Carter
Draco Malfoy
Jonathan Teatime
and the not-yet-sorted Fool
are now popcorn.

See you all in another life. Thanks for all the great memories. x

OOC post: Reclaiming some pups

[keygirl-dawn.livejournal.com]

Okay, I've got a new, faster computer and LJ isn't nearly so annoying now. Thus, I'm reclaiming a couple of my characters and will be around. I'll be playing Dawn and Franz Liebkind. Someone else asked for Death of the Endless a while back, so if that person still wants to play her, consider her yours. If not, please let me know and I'll take her up again.

Also, can I get in touch with the Who-muns?