16 October 2012 @ 12:37 pm
[ fail!filtered from the pandora hearts cast ]

[ someone's been brooding for the past several days, and not even the chance to play with cute kittens has made him feel much better. he's been pondering over things, and very specific things too, but hasn't yet figured out how to go about doing said things.

which is why he's turning to the city now. ]

If you want answers to something, but no one will tell you, what's the best way of getting those answers for yourself?

[ and it's fail-filtered because he still doesn't really understand technology, okay. :( ]
18 September 2012 @ 02:28 pm
[ he doesn't remember it.

of course he doesn't, not with Humpty Dumpty so lovingly tracing spindly fingers over every inch of his memory. they come as snapshots, or vivid scenes that he dismisses as simple, useless nightmares of flames and blood and heads rolling across the floor.

it's the nightmare he wakes up from now, with a start that knocks his device half across the nightstand, and turns the video feed on soundlessly. the device sits at an odd angle, but as Elliot sits up, still a bit disoriented, the words on his sudden wardrobe change make themselves clear on the screen.


he doesn't realize it until a moment later, at which point he blanches, and immediately makes for his closet, pulling him off camera. there's the sound of fabric sliding across skin, growling, and then sudden movement, as Elliot grabs his phone and shoves it in his coat pocket.

the feed goes dark, and after about five minutes of pitch-black rustling, it finally times out. ]


( ooc: feel free to catch him out and about in the City. the letters have made their way onto the back of his coat, so no hiding for him! )
29 August 2012 @ 12:16 pm
[ if you're out and about in the city today, you might find your eardrums assaulted by the sound of very loud - and very violent - yelling.

but what else is new?

turn the corner and you'll find yourself a witness to a particularly bad case of robot abuse, as one (1) elliot nightray, gleaming black sword in hand, promptly skewers one of the many robots in the city right through the center. ]

I thought I told you to STOP FOLLOWING ME!

[ it's not actually the same one that was following him five minutes earlier, but like he gives a damn about that. ]
09 August 2012 @ 09:31 pm
[ in true fanboy style, elliot is skimming the intranets, looking for some decent fanfiction. he's got nothing better to do in the city, now that everyone's ditched him. B| he's at his desk, unaware that his device is recording, and reading a section of the fic he's just stumbled upon.

spoilers: it's not very good. ]

'--and as Edgar's mouth enclosed Edwin's throbbing manhood, a sound like an elephant's warcry erupted from the blonde's lips, and he arched upwards, bucking up like a too-enthusiastic bouncer thrust from a trampoline.'

[ ....................... ]

What kind of idiots write trash like this??

[ never mind that his face is bright red from reading it. ]
24 April 2012 @ 05:03 pm
Where the hell are we?

[ Liam frowned and shook his feathery head ] I have no idea. Not in the City.

Wherever it is, I hate it. It's hot, it's humid, there are annoying trees everywhere, I can't see where I'm--


That would be the sound of Elliot not paying attention to where he's going and slamming into a hefty tree branch. Ordinarily, he'd just topple over into the dirt, but today is no ordinary day. As his body is falling forward, his head goes flying backwards to land on the ground a few feet away, rolling until it hits the tip of Liam's left foot. ]

[ Liam cries out a warning only to---


He tripped over said head.

... and left a leg behind. ]

Elliot. [ Liam pushes his glasses back on his nose as he sits up with (some) dignity ] I do believe you've lost your head. [ he knew it was bound to happen sometime. He just didn't think it'd be so soon. ]

Don't be ridiculous! I know exactly where my head is.

[ See? The body's even going to prove it by scrabbling up to it's feet and drunkenly lurching towards where Liam stands with Elliot's hand. Too bad it trips over Liam's leg first.

It's another minute before Elliot's body reaches Liam, at which point it grabs its head and promptly sticks it back on its neck.

Backwards. ]

[ Liam stifles a laugh ] Yes, I do believe you do.

((ooc: Liam and Elliot have turned into a firey from the labyrinth. Enjoy playing with their heads! or whatever other body part happens to just, well... come off.))
17 April 2012 @ 12:08 pm
[ dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today to witness one of the most wonderful events known to man and animal, those most glorious institutions commonly referred to as procreation and birth.


elliot happened to miss out on the procreation part thank goodness but he's currently (unwillingly) bearing witness to the (questionable) event that is a tribble giving birth. ]

he's accidentally knocked on his phone in shock, and the feed is happily recording, in full technicolor, the process by which one tribble becomes, well, many. ]

--what is it doing?
29 March 2012 @ 02:59 am
[ welp. it's official. elliot is shit out of money. which means.... ]

where do i get a blowjob in this damn city?

[ pity his finger slipped while typing it out ]
04 March 2012 @ 10:29 pm
[ tch. elliot's not normally one for advice-giving, but he's going to flick on the communication device regardless, his (usual) look of annoyance firm on his face for all the network to see. ]

If you want to make life easier for yourself and everyone else, don't go around trying to be [ oz vessalius ] some sort of self-sacrificing hero. It's idiotic and stupid and it pisses people off.

(ooc: backdated to the fourth!)
28 January 2012 @ 09:44 am
This is stupid.

[ cue a shot of elliot leaning back in a chair, a book propped open in his hands. ]

Everyone who suddenly showed up today should just go back home. That, or be quiet. There's no need for yelling all the time.

[ ...haha. ]

( ooc: fourth wall, bring me all your trolls people etc etc you know the drill. just...if your character is going to tell him he dies, please do give me a heads up. |Db )
20 January 2012 @ 08:53 am

[ the sound of muffled footsteps, quick and light, can be heard, followed a scant second later by swearing. ]


[ language, young master nightray. ]

Ugh! Give me that back or I swear on my honor as a Nightray that I will make you pay!

[ and now, more rapid footsteps, this time much louder and clearer than the last set. if you're prowling around the streets of the city, it might be best to scurry out of the way lest you be slammed into by an angry little boy. ]