suitcaseofnails

Some weeks deserve to end in a drunken stupor while watching some silly movie about robotic gunslingers. I would so love to find the maker of said film and slam their face repeatedly against the chest of a real robot just so they can feel what it's like.

After I drag someone back to where he belongs. Pft.

I feel like I've been stuck in a bad hangover for the past several days. It feels so strange, like the world's going by and yet I can't do anything to stop it. To take a moment and start finding something that fits. I feel... like my skin's peeling off and my bones are itching and I so know that isn't something that was caused by someone else. Who am I? What am I? Don't people know this by my age?

Ah well, listen to me. Silly silly dreams. I shouldn't let them bother me. Especially when there's fun outside and I can't do a thing.

Sigh.


[ooc; for the uninformed, Elendira has been hit by the nightmare Cor and is just talking to talk. Just wait though. Once she gets over the sadness, she'll be throwing stuff at the occupants of the Ark]

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...static...

ow

goddamn bastard

fine

...ow...

...hiss...static...

/voice


[ooc; Knives finally caught up with Elendira, so she is out of touch and hurt and probably will AWOL for the next couple of days >.> <.< >D ]

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Well. This is just so amusing. Really. I am just laughing my head off.

Do you realize how hard it is to put on nylons with nine inch nails? Let along do anything productive?

Honestly. I can't even put any makeup on or even dress nice! Although I must admit that some of you people are ever so amusing.

/voice

[ooc; Crimson Nail is her name so long nails are now attached to hr fingers]

Well. What a petty little mess, mm? To the right~ rodents, funny little notes and whining. To the left~ civilians running about crying, aching, and dying. My o my, what is a lady to do?

So. Who is still standing?

So. A long bit of wood popped into existance on top of my makeup kit. It's a bit silly, but when I waved it about, the cat started hovering about meowing like a poor dear. And then there is this business about these drab robes and that sad green color. Why darlings, we can do so much better than that~

EDIT: Honestly! What is with this place? Can't a girl go out for a walk? But nooooooooooooooooo! There is some ghastly creepy person walking through walls and staring! Honestly! Like he never seen a lady before!

[ooc; Slytherin for the record and she's got a yew wand with a hippogryffin core, 13 inches, good for transfiguration]

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So. I got enough of those huge squishy pillows and other odds and ends to help everyone find seating and be comfortable. Also I so changed those drapes into something a bit more colorful. I would spend some more time shopping but I suppose there should be a limit to how much I can carry by myself. If I had help, I would have gotten that cute little kissing chair, but oh well, I suppose that would be next time.

Kyrie dear, I hope you don't mind that I brought back a few treats as well as some new furniture~

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What a dreary gray day. I am so going to the Range after this week is done. Maybe we should drag everyone out for a real party as well. I know a simple beach party just will not do.

You know, I really enjoy the extra ventilation but really. Darlings. Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of silk? And I won't even begin to talk about fine linen and cotton.

Sigh.

But seriously, this reminds me of a dear brute I know and ever so much cherish. Even if he's been a tad quiet lately.

Pft.

Call me if there's really something exciting to do besides paint toe nails, mm?

Honestly. You can stop whining now. I so think you've been eating too much sweet stuff lately. Really. Isn't that a poison to your kind?

Pft.

And in other news, I am so going to kill someone.

The most annoying sound in the world is a nail breaking. The second most annoying sound is hearing the squeal of a pig. Or maybe it's a man pretending to be a pig~