suitcaseofnails: (plotting)
Oh Knives~ I have have something for you and Vash.


[ooc; Not affected and is plotting to hit Knives over the head with a Nerf sword. Because while hitting him with a suitcase would be fun, she doesn't want him to get mad when he comes to his senses. She also has one for Vash so... yeah, I can't stay on hiatus right nao.]
suitcaseofnails: (just a bit upset)
voice on

KNIVES!


Get out of your silly little Sims games and bring me something to wear!

Please? I'm stuck at your brother's harem and it's disgusting!
suitcaseofnails: (erk?)
Darling Knives,

Now what am I suppose to shoot? The Leggie-in-a-box just ran off and left me. To DRY. PFT!

♥~
Elendira~
suitcaseofnails: (plotting)
That was fun. A little shopping and managed to drop that silly thing off to get all stitched up. Although really. I should invest in having a few of them made at this rate.

And I do believe that this curse is a rather fun one. As in, listening to people who can't sing outside of their bathtubs and showers sing at the drop of their hats. It's a refreshing thing really. It makes me wonder just how many people are buying earplugs now, mm?
suitcaseofnails: (curse day)
Oh do scream louder~

So. A jester and a priest went to a bar - oh, but do stop me. It is such an old joke~

A tisket, a tasket, human souls in a basket.
suitcaseofnails: (curse day)
I'm not sure which is worse, really. The stench of Hell or the stench of humanity. Oh, whatever should I do~?

I know! Darlings~ Let's have a race~ If you catch me, why there'll be a big surprise~

Although really. You tiny wimps have nothing to hold me back. Such a shame~



[ooc; Elendira the High Demon as per DMC type. And yes that is a known demon I am using for the icon >.>. Also characters will have to be pretty darn powerful to win the prize since speed's not her only power. And yes, she'll be tearing up the streets and having a blast with those humans she runs over/into/around because demons of the DMC world tend to be big.]
suitcaseofnails: (creepy grin)
Oho~ So you really want to try me, children? Let's see how well you can dance~


[ooc; Affected? Not? Try to decided. Tagging will be slow with work]
suitcaseofnails: (just a bit upset)
voice on

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]
suitcaseofnails: (thinking)
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]
suitcaseofnails: (nailing it)
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?

Tenth Nail

May. 26th, 2008 07:06 pm
suitcaseofnails: (err yeah)
[ voice on ]

You know, I so would like to know why they keep on repeating some curses. It's ever so annoying.

Ah, but how annoying is the little birds outside and you sitting there moping?

Oh, you. I really am not listening to that commentary. You're nothing more than a rather loud illusion.

And you're skirting around the truth. You've lost it, Crimson Nail. Look at you. Some great hunter you are now.

No one likes a sassy cat. So. Quiet or it's a bath for you.

Bitch

Fur-ball.

[ laughter ] Naturally.

Oh I SO give up.

That you have. Completely.

[ voice off ]


[ooc; As before, a Highland Wildcat but this time it is not very happy with her]
suitcaseofnails: (annoyed)
Well, well. Someone's going to have fun. While I just sit here. Organizing. Doing nothing. Being bored.

Sigh.

Oh Double Fang~ Where are you~?


[ooc; is she affected or is she being bitchy? The world may never know -.-]

Sixth Nail

May. 21st, 2008 02:31 pm
suitcaseofnails: (smug)
Mm, well, I guess this is a touch better than last time. A little spicy, a little sweet, and a lot of heat. Anyone want a lick~?


[ooc; for the record, she is cinnamon dark chocolate]
suitcaseofnails: (thinking)
Really. Why even bother? There's nothing I can do to make a dent in anything.
suitcaseofnails: (idiot)
So. This? Is not funny. Not one bit. I don't care what you people think either.

And before anyone asks - yes, Knives is divine in bed, Livio is a beautiful in leather, I'd do Wolfwood if he wasn't so very taken, Greed is a real gentleman, Jan deserves a smack around the ears, Atora is really cute in those little corsets, Meryl is cute in that little black dress, Abel is adorable, Vash should wear his hair down more often, and Lady has nice legs.

Mmhmm, I notice women too. So what? Just because I dress like a woman doesn't mean that I am all woman.

Any more questions?
suitcaseofnails: (armed)
How disgusting. Really, darlings, rotting bodies? That is just so unstylish.

Pft. How annoying.
suitcaseofnails: (nailing it)
And here I thought that things were so easy. But no. Someone had to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. And really, what am I to do but take it by the balls and see exactly how far the little ants will blow themselves up.

Rather, their itty bitty little bombs. Oh how quaint. Really. I do believe there are a few people to have a little dance with~


[ooc; Elendira is so affected and is talking about nuclear warheads and army people and everything else that would give her a few days of excitement. She still thinks she is a Gun so have fun?]
suitcaseofnails: (just telling how it is)
I really do not see the point in eating something that has absolutely no real food in it. Honestly. Read the labels. I dare the idiots to actually pronounce half of this stuff in these little treats.

Pft. If anyone wants the crap I found stuffed in one of my suitcases, they can have it. See? I am tossing all of it out the window. Run get it before the dogs do, mmkay?
suitcaseofnails: (erk?)
[ voice on ]

Dear City. I know you find this ever so amusing but really. How can I do anything when I can't even see? Answer me that, mm? I can't even put together an outfit!

Ahem! So. If I am suppose to sit around all day - lost - I expect something in return.

Or maybe someone~

[ voice off ]


[ooc; Elie has a fog front around her head, a real London pea-souper kind of fog. And she is dressed a the man she really is since it's the only outfit she can find in the fog XD]
suitcaseofnails: (can you see me)
Damn City. Damn damn damn! I was wandering for hours thinking this was some sort of dream! Of course, when I did wake up, it was only in time to remember what a total and complete idiot I was to leave my apartment and go wandering the streets. What the hell was I thinking?

Pft. And to make matters worse, i still kind of remember some things. Like at how cute Knives was as a child and there was Livio who was just so very confused and I think there were a couple people yelling at me. Really. What on earth did I do? It's not like I have a mean bone in my body. Oh yes, anyone would believe that kind of shit then I'll eat one of my own nails. People are just so gullible.

God, what am I going to do with myself. I can design clothing until I have fake fur dribbling out of my ears but it's nothing compared to what I used to do. To be a Gun, really, it was what I was. And now this, this sort of half-life. I am not a part of anything but whatever I want to do and that is just odd. I am no longer a Gun. I'm just here.

Honestly. I don't know why I'm still here.

[ooc; For today, Elendira has no internal monologue. Basically she'll tell you everything on her mind if given half a chance]