H e r m i o n e
27 April 2013 @ 01:50 am
The current climate in the City reminds me of the war I left behind. I understand that not everyone is in control of what they do, but there are some actions that cannot be amended. If you have the courage and the ability, fight - for yourself as well as your loved ones.

[She wants to keep it short and sweet. There's no reason to make it worse for the current puppets of the Deities.]

I'm here to talk or listen if anyone needs it.
 
 
"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick
27 April 2013 @ 09:55 am
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 [It's not the network device that is projecting the image. It is a high mounted camera in the yard of the prison. The water around the island is blue and inviting just beyond the fences. That is if you can see it. The camera can't. Mr. White can't. Right now he is leaning up on the fence, staring out. He doesn't have any sunglasses to hide his expression. Concentration, worry, subtle despair. 

After a moment he pushes off.

The other inmates are working out, smoking, socializing. He walks and keeps to himself, walking stiffly and with purpose. Don't mess with me. Lips purse and he starts to whistle.]

 
 
eames
27 April 2013 @ 01:18 pm
[ Well.

Prison isn't exactly a place Eames thought he'd wind up in, in this fair city of theirs. There was that one close call with the overenthusiastic self defense, but that'd ended up in an ankle bracelet and time out spent at home - definitely not locked up in a prison with a bunch of the undead serving as guards. Not exactly Eames' cup of tea, what with a general aversion to the ghoulish - and if all the ghouls are working their ways up the ranks, here, might be that a certain Cobb-faced zombie happens to be one of the populace.

So.

Eames is less than enthused.

It seems the City does still know how to deal with the occasional consequence or six - it would figure; no boat ride has ever been good news here, thus far for him.

For the day, during the recreational period between lunch and dinner, Eames sits himself out in the courtyard - not working out, not really socializing, but definitely eyeing some of the ghouls up.
]

So the deities' solution to the wandering undead within the City is to let them run a prison instead?

[ The question is, though -

can these ghouls run fast enough to catch up, if he made a break for it?

Can he run and/or swim fast enough?
]
 
 
Subway Master Nobori
27 April 2013 @ 08:16 pm
[Guess who's never been locked up before! Hint: he wears a hat, gloves, and is definitely not a cop.

Nobori's presently sitting in his cell, with his eyes closed, wearing a calm expression and ignoring the projected images of how he and Dr. House died, as a result of Chandela's flames causing the gas used by the Doctor to kill him to explode and claim them both. Big explosion. Repeat, once again, from the beginning...

Chandela's settled beside him, flames burning very low.]


Shandelaaa...

A kind thought, but a thought it will remain. Your powers are sealed here.

[Chandela looks down, disappointed.]

For now, we can only wait until we reach the next station.

[The messy ordeal continues to play over and over.]