Because playing possum is not working out for him.  What kind of a stalker would he be without a middle of the night phone call?

Bobby had been locked in his office all night.  He'd be locked in there all night for the last six nights.  He didn't want to be anywhere near the blonde woman who was currently taking over his apartment.  He could tolerate her for a few more days, so long as she allowed him to hide in relative peace.  Tonight, she had made it painfully clear that she was not Mab, will never be Mab, and that Mab had probably already forgotten about him.  He didn't want to believe her.  But he could do the math.  Mab hadn't come to check on him like he had expected her to.  So she never confirmed nor disproved his death.  And if she really, truly believe he was dead...what reason did she have to wait around?  He still didn't want to believe that she wouldn't wait around simply because she needed him that badly.  But it was better to be safe than sorry.  It had been nearly a week since he had held a conversation with her (via e-mail, though) and it had been almost exactly a week since he had heard her voice.  He missed her voice.  He needed to hear her voice.  So locked in the safe silence of his office, he placed a phone call to his former home.  And hoped she'd answer.

She's off from work and dreaming about a guy on the beach.

Also, though only mentioned for a second, it's important to note that her mother is living with her...  that might not be a good thing.

( Lyrics )


( Someday he'll come along )

Character Application

Name: Rebecca Browning (Becky)
Fandom: Original
Alignment: Neutral
PB: Catalina Sandino-Moreno

Another addition from the mun of Janie and Addie. Becky is the seventeen or eighteen year old assitant of a mad doctor. Nick works for ES and will be NPCed from this journal because Nick is entirely too insane.

Becky wants to be 'normal' but knows it might be impossible because of her duty to Nick, who she believes is her Father. She's highly dependent on him and will do whatever he tells her.

She desperately wants out but will not vocalize that because she knows exactly what Nick and ES can do to people. When not gathering subjects, she enjoys writing, poetry, art and being emo.

Also, this is the result of many threats from many muns, so please let her in? I'll give you cookies... as soon as I make them.

Character Application

Name: Iduna "Addie" Ásynjur
Fandom: Original with Norse Mythology roots
Alignment: Saint
PB: Teresa Palmer

After much prodding, and threats of death, I'm pleased to present Addie. All she'll tell you right now is that she's a single mother living in LA. She works in a flower shop and is that woman that you see everyone pushing around.

I promise she's trying to change that! She will if she can join, both mun and muse promise.

Just a fic that puts Linette's First Change to paper. Graphic, I suppose, though not terribly so for this particular community.

"Remember," Luca cautioned, "We got no support here. This isn't the Bowery."

Linette looked around Division Street, at its slanted tenements, trash-choked gutters, soot-frosted piles of slush and gray-washed streets, all identical to the slum she called home.

"Couldn't tell for lookin' at it."

"Don't mistake me a'purpose, girl," her brother growled, bopping the crown of her skull with the meaty side of his fist. "Keep your head, for the love of God."

( The Seeds of First Change )

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Name: Jean-Claude
Fandom: Anita Blake
Alignment: Neutral
PB: Cherif Fortin

As owner of "JC Corporation" I have recently arrived in Los Angeles on a small business venture. I trust you do not mind me joining your little community?

My name is Jean-Claude and most of my information has been posted on my profile, and so I shall not bore you by repeating myself. My scribe, however, wishes me to repeat that I am based on canon from before the first Anita Blake novel, Guilty Pleasures (and based on none of the comic books, which the scribe refuses to read out of outrage for the artistic style).

If you need to know anything else, I am more than happy to answer questions.

MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Kilian's life has officially been destroyed ladies and gentlemen.

Go me!

You may now resume the torture of your muses.

*collects the lycan tears*

These might be worth something... >.>

Kilian sat, alone, in the dark, on the first few steps of a grand staircase inside the manor. Her arms were lazily laid on her bent knees, and her face was blank as she stared at the floor. In each hand, she held a silver colored star, a Brigadier General's rank insignia. Her former rank insignia. For a long, long time she'd been sitting there, as had the phone that was now laying at the bottom of the stars. She and it had both been there since the end of the phone call. On the phone's screen was the picture that had been taken of her, Lucian, Ajay, and a bunch of her troops after the battle on Catalina, and that's where her eyes were locked. That picture... it was the only thing she had left in her life. That was it. She had lost everything that mattered.

Slowly her fists tightened, and slowly but surely the points and prongs of the stars in her palms dug into the flesh of her hands under the pressure. Not once did she whimper, not did she even feel the pain as her body's tissue was sliced open. Once her fists were tightened as much as they could be, her fingernails digging into her palms as much as the stars, they began to shake, and then her arms followed suit and so on until the whole of her body was shaking. Blood trickled from her palms and the droplets fell to the carpet, staining it with the crimson liquid that had been flowing through her veins only seconds before. Another moment, and then a single tear slid down her cheek before plummeting to the floor, absorbed quickly by the carpet.

Slowly she bent forward, a lump in her throat leaving her unable to breath as more tears slid down her cheeks, her eyes closed as she shuddered. Slowly her hands opened, and the crimson colored stars fell from her hands. Twice they bounced after hitting the stairs, and came to rest not more than a foot or two from her phone. The wounds in her palms healed quickly and the blood was soon smeared over the knees of her old uniform pants. Finally the lump in her throat broke and she found herself wracked with sobs, her whole body shaking as her hands went to cover her face. They did nothing to stop the tears from coming, but it didn't matter. It was only out of reaction that they had moved at all. Slowly her body leaned toward the wall, until her head and right shoulder were against it.

She'd lost everything. Everything she held dear. Everything that made her who she was. Everything that she was based upon. Her life had ended. She was still amongst the living, yes, her soul confined to a purposeless shell, condemned to spend the rest of its pitiful existence in this miserable world. Her kind - left. Her friends - gone. Her command - given away. Her company - lost to the very men she'd thought she could trust with it. The last phone call she'd recieved, the one that had caused her phone to end up at the bottom of the staircase, had been Qatar Industries' board of directors calling to inform her that her company, was no longer hers. It was theirs now, and she had been removed from it entirely. The only thing that had ever truly belonged to her in this world, that really mattered, and it had beed taken from her.

The worst part in all of it though, was that it was all her fault in some way or another, and she knew it.

But that didn't stop the tears.

At the tone, please record your message...BEEEP

HEY! STORM! Inquiring minds WANT TO KNOW!!!

Would you TAP WOLVIE'S FINE, FINE HUNK OF (married) MAN ASS?

Get back to me when you can! Just trying to make a bud of mine feel better.

Having received the package, there's only one thing I want to do. Pretend none of it ever happened and lean on someone warm.


Who just happens to be Deadpool.

The messenger arrived with bowed head, clearly nervous. It was entirely possible that it was because of the small white in her hand that could have only come from one of my contacts in the human world. Or it could have something to do with the six foot plus tall mercenary in red and black spandex who had probably bothered to shut up for a grand total of five minutes over the course of the day lurking over my shoulder. Funny thing about the fact he always talked. Like so many celtic peoples, the Unseelie have traditions where bards are feared and respected for their abilities. Apparently someone had spread the rumor that’s what he was and why I put up with it. Imagine that.

( The box... )

"Preparations"
Day 17 of the Vampire Invasion

It seems as though the upgrades to Project Matrix were performing far better than even the research teams had been planning on. The few people that had recieved the upgrade so far were being monitored, and reports indicated that their IQ's had seemingly skyrocketed. That was of course due to the supercomputer linkup that it provided, but regardless, it was still fact. These people knew things that would have taken years of study to learn. They could interact with computers and just about anything that used a computer to operate, as if it was nothing more than another limb. Of course, if they tried to interact with too much at once, it could become sluggish, or worse, they could overload, but thankfully that had only occured a very small number of times. The sheer number of practical applications for this technology, in and out of warfare, was staggering. At the very same time though, the very real danger did exist that the technology could fall into the wrong hands if it was ever let out of Stark Industries' grasp.

Unfortunately, despite the fact that Project ReGenesis seems to show signs of multiple pros and very few cons, it is the cons that seem to carry more weight. The original project always had problems, and the upgraded version seems to have only increased their prominance. The primary problem is that with the reconstruction of the body comes increased aggression. None of the scientists are exactly sure what's causing it, though a medical student has advised me that it may be caused by the hormonal increase after the body has finished its reconstuction. The technical staff has been put under advisement of this possibility, and they are currently in the process of trying to somehow counter this problem. If something cannot be done, Extremis might very well be put on hold, permanently. Hopefully, something can be figured out in ( Read more... )

Bobby finally accepts that his marriage is over, but he has to do it his way.

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