Rapunzel
10 August 2012 @ 09:32 am
[Rapunzel frowns, focusing on the row of plastic bottles set up in front of her. She’s got a frying pan in one hand, her hair in the other.]

Okay, so...let’s go through this again. I’m gonna tie my pan to my hair, then use it basically as a whip, and hit the cans...right?


[Mindy nods, grinning. This had been partly her idea and it was beautiful. Rapunzel had taken to this beautifully.]

Yeah. Try for the bigger empty soda bottle. [Mindy drew a frowning face on it and three fingered claw-hands.]


Okay, hold on.

[Rapunzel ties her hair to the end of the frying pan, frowning in concentration.]

Okay, here goes nothing...

[Despite the weight of the frying pan, Rapunzel has no trouble using her hair as a whip, throwing it and the pan at the bottle, knocking it down with ease. She grins in triumph, making a slight ‘oomph’ noise as she pulls the pan back.]

I did it!! How was that?


[Mindy is is too excited to answer at first, whooping and shouting excited obscenities, both fists in the air.] That was fucking awesome! Try for the soda can next to it.

Can do!

[She repeats the process, knocking down another soda can, going for a third one.]

I think I’m getting the hang of this!


[Mindy’s grinning from ear to ear, clearly proud of Rapunzel.] You are! Check you out! This is the coolest thing I’ve seen.Now...tough question. [A pause.] How many do you think you can get in one shot?


Hmmm....three? Maybe more if I angle the throw right...want me to try?

[She pulls her hair back, readying it for the throw as the video cuts off.]



[ooc: Red is Mindy, pink is Rapunzel.]
 
 
[The Man With No Name]
10 August 2012 @ 10:56 am
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Some interesting reading yesterday.

[ooc: Trollfais is go. Also, this post is a text post, but feel free to respond in any format--even action, if you're out near the edge of town.]
 
 
itsjustafruit
10 August 2012 @ 09:53 pm
What are you gawking at? Never seen a naked person before?

Look, can you car--

[Someone, presumably whomever Crowley's speaking to, makes an unintelligible comment and starts to laugh until the laugh is cut off, turning to a strangled scream that recedes as though the screamer is running very far away, very fast.]

Inconvenient.

[Crowley is naked, and per canon, angels (which Crowley started out as, tyvm) are "sexless unless they really want to make an effort." He's not making the effort, and he has acquired the turntable he was so... ahem... excited by, so he's unwilling to turn into a snake and leave it behind. Naked, Ken doll!Crowley at your service for action, voice, or video that the City will happily turn on at inconvenient moments.]
 
 
Estellise Sidos Heurassein
10 August 2012 @ 10:39 pm
Oh no... if the knights or the council find out I got out of the castle...

[Estelle frantically looks around her room. It's not the castle. Just where is she? Why is she wearing such casual clothing and not her princess' garb?

Running through the house, she just wishes to find anyone that could help her. She runs outside, realizing very quickly, she's not even in Zaphias. Or maybe she is and this is the outskirts, but the castle can't even be seen. From what she knew, it was raised so that everyone in the city, Lower Quarter and Public Quarter, could see it easily.

Running into the City, she just wants help, but she's scared. She's never been outside of the castle on her own before! Of course, she's thought about it, and has attempted, only to be returned soon thereafter.]


Excuse me, can you please tell me where I am, and how I can return to the castle?

[She asks all the passersby the same question, hoping for any help she could get. While she's dreamed of escaping the castle, now that she was out... quite frankly, she was scared...]
 
 
Charlene Roberta McGee
10 August 2012 @ 11:32 pm
[It's a room that the video shows. High walls. A window looking down into it from another room where several men in suits stand, staring down at a little girl with blonde hair. It's Charlie. Significantly younger than she is now but still somehow managing to look older than she is.

She has monitoring devices attached to her scalp and there's a man in a full body silver suit nearby.

It's clear she doesn't like the look on his face. He seems afraid of her, keeping her distance.

One of the men from above speaks.

"We ready down there?"

The man in silver answers and one of the men from above speaks again.

"Go ahead, Charlene."

Charlie turns her focus to a metal table. On top of the metal table is a metal tray with woodchips on it and Charlie just rolls her eyes.

"Woodchips. They should have given me something harder."

And then a look of intense focus appears on her face. Despite the fact that she's inside, it appears as though she's caught in a rough breeze. Her hair dances and swirls about her face but her concentration remains the same. Her breathing speeds up some and there's a hum in the air.

The woodchips start to smoke and Charlie keeps concentrating.

And then...suddenly, they're burning. Charlie's eyes shift from the fire she created to the men behind the window and the tray flips, sending burning embers everywhere. The tray bounces harmlessly off of the glass and the embers die out and Charlie's noticed something important.

The man in silver is gone and the door is wide open

Well, then.

She can't tell what the men upstairs are saying. Only that they aren't looking at her so she leaves, sneaking out quickly. She's fine for a few minutes and then...

"THERE SHE IS!"

She's running fast for someone so young, dodging people and singing others, just to get by.

She rounds a corner. Someone's there and they have a gun. It fires and Charlie can't move out of the way fast enough. She gasps, looks down at her arm. There's a dart sticking out of it, red fringe at the end.]


You...bastards.

[Charlie's voice is groggy but so, so angry and then she faints, falling to the floor with a thud. She only barely registers more men in silver suits picking her up before she blacks out entirely and the feed ends.]


[It flickers on again and there's the Charlie the City knows. She's frowning. She has nothing to say. The device gets stuffed under what is probably the laundry Charlie's been folding and there are the sounds of feet walking out of the room and a door slamming quite hard.

The feed will idle out a moment later to the face of one Petrichor sniffing the screen.]


[ooc: it's been almost a year since Charlie arrived and one of her first curses was Memory Theater. Figured she was due. The memory is partly her POV from this and a touch of headcanon for what happened after she walked out.]