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Player's Journal: ignipotent
AIM: along cat is long
Y!M: potatosforpowerwrist
Email: aeloriax[at]gmail.com∞

Amazing. A pair of breasts and suddenly you're receiving double the tips. And that's all I have to say about this week.

But if I could have predicted being cursed, I would have pushed it. Money— I don't need the City's charity. Asking for something from home would translate into something horrific like dropping Rainer on my front door rather than my dog. I can't say I'm particularly homesick either. And it's not because because of negligible acquaintances.

Anyway, tomorrow's thanksgiving. I think? I can spot it somewhere between the 24th and the 27th, but I usually forget the exact date. Never used to celebrate it back home. But since it is Thanksgiving, we should all expect man-eating turkeys as part of tomorrow's curse. I hope they eat Caspian and Chase.

[ The setting is Blue Light- low lights and loud chatter of a full house drowning out the cool jazz in the background. It's packed to the doors, mostly because it's a Saturday night and curse days indeed encourage people to take a few shots to their troubles.

The camera is focused on the bar, an area currently manned by one Peter Pevensie and... someone in an over sized, gray hooded sweat shirt. The hood is large enough to shield his- her face in shadows. Gray-hooded individual is currently making a cocktail for the customer in front of her. A customer who may already be mildly intoxicated ]

Hey, sweetheart. Why don't you show your face?

[ There's no response from the bartender, so he takes matters into his own hands, reaching over to pull down the hood with a tug. ]

There you go. That wasn't so bad was it? Next time wear something sexy and call me- the number's written on the Greens.

[ She's staring at him with a glower of death, and probably is a few seconds away from ripping out his throat. That doesn't stop him from forcing two Greens into her hand, as he pries his drink from her other. ]

...Right. How about you kill yourself instead?

[ With that, she tosses the coins at his face- it'd probably be more intimidating if her voice was lower. ]

Damn, girl. Who knew you were a saucy bitch.

[ And those few seconds are up, for there's a yelp and a clatter of a glass as the bartender punches the customer in the face. She- he meant to cause more than a bloody nose, but these hands are new. The video cuts off with the customer holding his nose and the girl shaking a now-bruised hand.]

[ooc: He would destroy you, if he knew who you were. D< Replies from amorafelix. Either action or voice is fine.]

I hated this movie.

Limp dialogue, horrible acting, special effects stolen from 80's archives, unrealistic assumptions— At least that's what I gathered from the trailers.

[ there's a crash, but the sound's too muffled to distinguish what actually broke. ]

...At least it wasn't Kate this time.

[ooc: ...Think Wesley Snipes and Blade. sob. I AM CRYING AND SHAKING FOREVER. / warning for hostility x 9000 because he's more disturbed by it than he's letting on. ]

[ The camera points toward the ground, a red-orange haze blurring the focus. A pair of converse step into the shot, only to hastily jerk away as the lick of a flame flashes across the screen. ]

A few months early for Walpurgis Night—

[ The voice is strained, almost breathless. Suddenly, the video tilts upward revealing Amory. A ring of wraps a circle around him, though there's still at least five feet between him and the fire. Minus the erratic flare ups. ]

Fuck.

[ Flames roar up again, crossing half the distance as a chorus of yells follow the growing fire. It's hard to discern what they're saying, but it's clear enough that it's cheering. ]

....

[ He makes no motion to move, only staring - eyes fixed wide on something. The source of the sound? His expression is not of fear, as one would expect, but something more sullen, perturbed even.]

Is this really.. [ his words are broken by a string coughing, and the video cuts off a minute later. ]

[ooc: sob. No need to rescue, since it's posted right before midnight (Or pretend it was posed 11:53 or so? The curse will end before anyone or anything burns. >_>;;]

[ Even late hours draw stragglers to the City square - drunkards and night owls scattered here and there waiting for the sun to rise. But he's the only one who seems to have a destination. He being Amory, though maybe not the Amory one would immediately recognize. There's a few years off his face and a few inches off his height.

He crosses the square quickly, hands propping up a book as he manages to somehow read and walk at the same time. Probably manage isn't the right word, since a second later he slams into a person's back. ]

Watch out where you're going, kid!

Sorry! I should have-

[ He freezes. Realization is finally setting in now that he's actually looking around him. And this certainly wasn't right. ]

...This isn't anywhere near Campbell Hall.

[ Amory doesn't seem particularly frightened. Angry? That's more like it. He takes a moment to compose himself, though anger still pulls his words taut. ]

If you're messing with me, Alex. I swear- This isn't the time for practical jokes, and you should have enough common sense to know that.

[ooc: He's de-aged to eighteen for the two days. :3 Have fun. ALSO. Pretend the this was posted a few hours ago. ;; I fell asleep sob. ]