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gotmyass.livejournal.com

With a snort and a jolt, a man with fluffy brown hair awoke to find himself laying across a desk in a room that he was pretty sure he'd never seen before. Looking around, he frowned. "Well. I've woken up in stranger places." He poked his finger against the wood of the desk, and, convinced it was real, he pushed himself up.

Once he was sitting up, he realized that he wasn't the only thing on the desk. All around him lay papers and strange looking feathers ("whatever works for you, man"), all in a spectacular disaray, suggesting he had tossed and turned while he had been passed out. Picking up one of the sheets of parchment, he found it had questions, and grinned. "Questionnaire. Awesome." After groping around on the table for a pen and closing his hand around the inky part of a quill, he realized that hey, the feathers weren't supposed to be used the way he had first guessed. Bending to the task at hand, he muttered "At least I hope not. No clue where it's been."

( Contrary to popular belief, hippies can spell. )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____GB____
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____GB_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____GB____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______GB_____"

hellminxmel.livejournal.com

( To Marla Singer, unwarded. Attached are a couple of handguns, most oozing Dark vibes )

Maia's last thought before she arrived at Hogwarts was that it didn't matter how much crap she got, she still had her music.

O HAY THAR MAGICAL ENVIRONMENT.

This is just a normal, regular MP3 player (Maia stole it in Egypt), and she's not happy that it's affected. Bashing it against walls and things doesn't seem to help. And she'd even worked out how to charge it with her vibes! True, it made the music slightly silkier in a very bad way, but that just made it an asset to her and a weapon to others, surely.

Maia, angrier than usual, rips out her headphones and seems ready to throw the little machine across the corridor. All that stops her is knowing that without it, she will go completely insane. It's bad enough nobody's fallen victim to her yet, and she's not even got NEAR Mel.

'Stupid thing,' she mutters instead, kicking the other side of the stone seat she's taking up.

And then growls a bit when the iPod just flashes merrily away at her that she needs to go to some particular website.

((OOC: Experience totally not coloured by the mun's own trouble, why do you ask?))

Current Location: who cares

wayward-son124.livejournal.com

Okay, so I'm not going to be around much for the coming week or so. Exams! Fun times all around :D I just printed out two study guides, one 17 pages and the other 38, and... realized that I am going to have to do this, because that's just for two out of my seven classes.

So, yes. I am barely going to be around until Tuesday. I might scrunch some time in between studying sessions so I don't go insane, but just to let people know why my tagging is going to be horrendously slow.

Sincerely,
Hillary
Aka, Dean/Wilson/Lorelai/Bones/Zack/Tenna/Pickles/Ophelia/Jack Sparrow/Doug/Veronica/Marla/Jenks/IHaveTooManyCharacters!mun :D

Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: Incubus - Dig

hellminxmel.livejournal.com

( Did you believe it cause I said so / Did you believe it was true / Did you believe it cause I said so angel / I sure lied to you )

Feel free to have your characters--if they know her--mistake Maia for Mel. She won't correct them, and she'll endeavour to be as vile as possible. This is a-oked by Mel-mun, seeing as she is me.

jacks-tumor.livejournal.com

The owl? Long overdue, to be sure. Marla had been sorted weeks ago. But it didn't mean that she had much of a concept of time to begin with. There had been people to ignore. Bars to clean out. Cigarettes to smoke. She was fairly sure the chair by the window of the common room had the permanent stench of cigarette smoke embedded into it now, considering how often she'd lit up there.

Still. That girl, Chiana, at her sorting. Well, they had made a deal. And she'd intrigued Marla. Something that not too many people did. Humanity was boring, as a whole, and she couldn't be bothered with it. Luckily enough, Chiana did not happen to be human, she was pretty sure. Either that or the chick had a weird fucking affinity for make-up.

So, to the Owlery it was. But not without severe problems.

( Owl to Chiana, unwarded )

Current Mood: irritated
Current Music: Le Tigre - After Dark

jacks-tumor.livejournal.com

((God, oh God, stop me, really. Nine characters. I'm in for it. For reference, I'm playing a combination of movie and book!Marla, just because they both have their own kind of batshit insane tendencies. This is also Marla before, you know, insert large spoiler here at the end of Fight Club, so Captain Blankity Blank is not dead, in her eyes. She's also operating circa the late 90's, so try not to break her head TOO much.))

Four walls of stone, a table piled with yellowed parchment and a single quill poised on the heap, just waiting for somebody to get it writing, and Marla Singer had to wonder just what in the world she had taken before she'd stepped out of her shitty little apartment that morning. Brief check, from her rat's nest of a hairdo, tied into haphazard ponytails in various locations across her head, down to bone white legs shoved into a ratty pair of black combat boots and, nah. She wasn't on anything. She wouldn't be standing right now, then, would she?

( Cut for vulgarity and various things that may be not safe for work, naturally :D )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ~~Multiple Sclerosis~~MS
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and ~~agree to abide by each and every one of them.~~they can shove themselves up their asses, anal lubricants aside. MS
~~I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.~~ Hah. I don't wear any knickers. Their loss. MS.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. In all its fruit reserving glory, I'm sure. Smuckers will be fucking thrilled. MS.

Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Combichrist - This Shit Will Fuck You Up

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