Well, that's new.
I think I might be the first person to get hate mail in ancient Minoan.
I especially appreciate the handy-dandy translations on the side. Never woulda known what they were without them. Thanks, White. If you're really here, I'm so gonna kill you. For real, this time.
- Current Mood: irritated
Hey, I appreciate all the little candies and whatever that I've been getting chucked at me for Christmas. I never really do nothing special, since I don't have any family and it's tough celebrating when my boos are who-knows-where. But if anybody actually likes candy canes, I was bored and left some hanging around random doors. If you want one and didn't get one, I'm chilling on the roof, making more.
[OOC- You know those little reindeer candy canes? Well, Max found a box of candy canes and some crafts, and decided to spread a little bit of holiday cheer. Not too much, hence why she didn't actively go out hunting for people, but just enough for you to have probably gotten a strange little piece of candy with antlers from what may be a total stranger hanging on your doorknob. Feel free to come up to the roof and force her into being social.]
- Current Mood: creative
I finally managed to get my baby just how I like her, and Jack Frost decided to take a crap all over Wonderland.
Screw it, once I find a chain or even wrangle up some honest-to-God snow tires or claws, I'm still taking her out. If there are still people missing, that's a good enough reason to get her going. And if there ain't, I promised a few people a ride. Hope you all got enough winter gear, kids.
- Current Mood: irritated
She also looks conflicted, as though she's fighting between an impulse and the remnants of a conscience. It's a long time before she says anything, but she finally manages to growl:]
If you see me... run.
[The communicator is then dropped on the floor as she turns and staggers out of the room.]
[OOC- Yeah... she's not one of the nice geists, obviously. She's pretty much taken over by her years of training to be an efficient killer. If you stumble across her, she will attack you and, unless you've got some special abilities that will trump a genetically-engineered super soldier, you should be prepared for a beat down, at the very least.]
- Current Mood: predatory
Oh, and uh...
- Current Mood: worried
[Max is sitting in a chair as a servant puts the finishing touches on her hair. She's fully decked out.]
Which lucky guy is taking me to this ball? The line forms to the left.
[Glancing up at the woman doing her hair, she smirks.]
Hey Annette, we're fully stocked on beer and nachos right? Perfect.
- Current Mood: rejuvenated
It's starting to get quiet around here. I've almost forgotten what that's like. It's sort of nice.
[Private - Hackable since she doesn't think she needs to take the pains to use her awesome computer skills around here.]
It'd be a whole lot nicer if Logan or Joshua or Original Cindy were around. I'd almost take Alec, but that Alec lookalike walking around is weird enough. Besides, it's probably better that Logan's not here. Without the whole transgenic thing to preoccupy us, we might get... too close for comfort. Again.
- Current Mood: contemplative
First someone sabotages the bike I've been working on and the engine almost takes my hand as a tribute. Then they start shooting. Shooting. At me.
I don't like guns. I really, really don't like guns. And I don't like bullets being lodged into my torso! I might be a fast healer, but this hurts like a bitch and is gonna seriously screw up my response time.
When I find the mystery sniper, he's goin' down. Hard.
- Current Mood: bleeding my own blood
So if this next "event" is about being prey and dinner at the same time... and there are claws....
No. No way in hell am I dealing with cannibalistic mutants or some weird shit like that. My life is enough like a sci-fi movie.
- Current Mood: uncomfortable
- Current Mood: annoyed