| Civil War Zone, War Planet, War Time NFB |
[Jul. 23rd, 2008|10:02 pm] |
This was getting ludicrous. They had found nothing. Although it figured Granpere was crazier unbranwashed than completely under alien control.
Pip slumped down against a tree and set aside his M-16, wishing he had something like a P-90. He pulled his hat over his head and closed his good eye, figuring he could take a quick nap then get back to searching. |
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| Somewhere far away and long ago. Or long ahead. |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|09:59 pm] |
The lights were blinding. Absolutely blinding.
And he couldn't move his hands or feet.
Yeah, this officially sucked.
[[OOC: NFB. Because very far away and in another time]] |
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| Old Theater, Lakeview |
[Mar. 8th, 2008|08:35 pm] |
For such an old theater, this place had an usual amount of loiterers. It had closed a long, long time ago, and the effects of Katrina had not been kind to it.
In its hayday, it had been the center of film in New Orleans. People had flocked from all over to see the latest art-house released and the latest Hollywood epics. It had seen the debut of Gone With The Wind, it had seen the debut of The Good, the Bad, and The Ugly.
Now it was seeing assault by a rather... unusual bunch. |
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| OOC Availabillity. |
[Jun. 28th, 2007|12:58 am] |
Like Blackadder, I'm going to be headed out tomorrow for the land of liberals, actors, and gay people (California) for Anime Expo.
There may or may not be time for me to get on and play, so I'm not giving concrete reasons why my characters are gone. If I don't have time? Well, they're just feeling anti-social and such. |
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| New Orleans, near City Park |
[May. 12th, 2007|10:46 pm] |
And just like that, they were driving towards City Park alongside Bayou St. John.
It was a nasty turn even in the best of times. It was particularly bad if just five seconds ago, you were being killed.
Pip slammed on the brakes, but it wasn't enough and the care jack-knifed into the bayou. |
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| Outside of Lakeview, New Orleans, R and O's Restraunt. |
[Apr. 22nd, 2007|08:40 pm] |
Pip pulled the jeep into parking lot by the restraunt, glancing over towards the lake as he leapt out of the car. "I think we're near where the levees broke," he said, taking a step towards the levee between the lake and the land below it.
Beside him, R and O's stood alone and solitary, a number of other restraunts beside it dim and empty, their customers and their owners gone for other places. It looked a little questionable, a little hole in the wall-y. But the lights were on and the smell of fried food drifted out from within. |
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| Parking lot on the Mainland, mid-morning |
[Apr. 18th, 2007|02:05 pm] |
Pip sat on a bench, surrounded by his stuff, with a cat resting next to him, lick her paws.
He took a final drag on his cigarette as the sound of footsteps approached behind him.
"I'm really sorry," a voice behind him. "I really am."
"That's okay Brian," Pip responded. "I'm used to it by now. Always leaving."
"Yeah," Brian said, approaching Pip and putting a hand on his shoulder. "But you shouldn't have to be."
Pip sighed and stubbed out the ciggarette. "As I'll ever be." He reached up and wiped away a tear.
He hadn't really cried them all out after all.
Then Brian whiped a blindfold over Pip's eye, hand cuffed his hands, and threw him into the van, followed by all of his luggage.
Merdebaise looked at Brian disdainfully, then hopped up into the van behind her pet.
Brian looked out over at Fandom Island and shook his head. "You're a king bastard, aren't you Jean-Luc?" he said as he got into the driver's side of the car and started it up, taking it out on to the highway, traveling far from Fandom. Headed due south.
[[OOC: And this represents an RP break for this journal! From here on out, it will be used in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) milieux_ecole, not fandomhigh. It's been a blast, kids!]] |
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| The Causeway, early morning |
[Apr. 18th, 2007|09:08 am] |
Pip stood by a large pile of luggage and weapons cases, lit up a cigarette, looked around, and sighed.
Goodbye, Fandom.
[[OOC: If you want to say goodbye to Pip? This would be the time and the place.]] |
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| E-mail |
[Apr. 17th, 2007|07:24 pm] |
From: Pip Bernadette <pip.bernadette@fandomhigh.edu>
To: Group [friends]
Subject: Leaving
So, I probably should have found a way to tell all of you this earlier?
But I suck at the big conversations. I really do.
My grandfather has decided to pull me from enrollment here and send me someplace else. Needed to "toughen me up", in his words.
Tomorrow morning, one of his men will be picking me up on the mainland and taking me down to the new school. I'll have a little time before I have to leave. If you want a chance to say goodbye, well.
That'd probably be the time. I'll be by the Causeway if anyone wants to see me off.
-Pip
[[OOC: If you want/think Pip would have sent you this e-mail? You got it.]] |
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| Room 505, After Class |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|01:51 pm] |
Pip grumbled as he entered his room and tossed the phone off to the side.
He reached under his bed and pulled out a duffel bag, having his hand scratched up by Merdebaise for his troubles.
He sighed and slowly started packing.
[[OOC: Open for anyone. I'm going out to Sakura-con, so Pip is being called back home to be "evaluated" by his crazy grandfather. If you don't hear it from him himself, you can assume he e-mailed you about if you think your character would get such a thing.]] |
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| Room 505, morning |
[Mar. 21st, 2007|02:05 pm] |
There were no sock puppet monsters in Pip and Kabuto's room.
There were an enormous number of shredded socks, and a triumphant looking cat sitting among them, grooming herself.
But no sock puppet monsters. |
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| E-mail to Pippi Longstocking |
[Mar. 17th, 2007|11:20 pm] |
From: Pip Bernadette <pip.bernadette@fandomhigh.edu>
To: Pippi Longstoccking <pippi.longstocking@fandomhigh.edu>
Subject: The bloody hell?
Did you see Sam's e-mail? Who the hell does he think he is?
Jackass.
How's New York?
-Pip |
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| OOC: Availabillity |
[Feb. 2nd, 2007|03:58 pm] |
I'm going to Ikkicon this weekend! Huzzah for me!
However, this means I'll be unavailable until Sunday.
Pip is weak and all tired from the shadow plot.
Schrodinger is off doing something nefarious and evil for Millennium. Let's say he's corrupting a member of the Presidential Cabinet to be a vampire. That's canon.
El is being his usual loner self.
See you on Sunday! |
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| Room 505, Evening |
[Feb. 1st, 2007|10:43 pm] |
There was a slightly see-through lump in the bed. He was not completely see-through and not completely intangible.
He still felt like crap, though.
The see-through lump rolled over in bed and groaned a little. |
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| At the end of the Causeway, Early Monday Morning |
[Jan. 4th, 2007|10:50 am] |
It is not particularly well known, but Pip is, in fact, posessing of a full dress uniform. He doesn't take it out very often, but it is there.
Well, normally, it would have been there. Currently, it was folded up neatly inside his duffle bag as he waited for the taxi to come up.
Funerals. Had been a while since they had to had a funeral. Must have been a really tough job.
Pip wondered what it was.
The taxi pulled up and Pip leaned in to give him directions. He tossed his bags in the back and tried to remember if he had done everything.
Left a note for his roommate? Check.
E-mailed his friends? Check.
E-mailed his teachers? Check.
With a small nod, he slipped into the taxi. The door closed quietly and the taxi drove off into the morning fog.
[[Pip's off to attend a funeral whilst I go to Ohayocon. Basically, if you think Pip would have sent you an e-mail about where he was going? He did.]] |
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| Out and around the grounds of Fandom, Monday Morning |
[Jan. 3rd, 2007|05:38 pm] |
Pip stretched a bit outside the door and turned to Kabuto (who was presumably there). "By the way, I should probably mention that I smoke. Do you mind or not? In the room, I mean."
[[For the roommate, but theoretically open for anyone who passes by.]] |
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| Availabillity |
[Jan. 3rd, 2007|02:52 pm] |
OKay, I know that I just took a leave of abscence recently to account for my sickness, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to do it again.
Only for good reasons of convention coming up. Not bad reasons of god-awful stomach flu.
So starting from tomorrow onwards, I will be pretty much be unavailable. El will still be out on his touring the countryside thing, Alfred will be forced to deal with a sudden cook strike/revolt, Schrodinger will be off on another one of his secretive missions, while Pip will be called away for a funeral of Britannica Cowboy officer.
I, on the other hand, get to go to Ohayocon! Huzzah! And will be, in fact, cosplaying as Pip!
Pip as Pip. Craziness. |
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| OOC INFO POST OF DOOOOOOOOOM |
[Jan. 3rd, 2007|11:33 am] |
DOOOOOM I SAY! DOOOOOOOM!
I'm sure that, technically, this is a bit late for the game, but I have the excellent excuse of x-treme sickness as to why it's so late.
I've got four characters and a restaurant to explain, so this OOC info post will be a bit of a long one. If there's only one that you read, however, (and I won't blame if you do skip some of them) I implore you to read Schrodinger's. There's several aspects of Schrodinger that I find sometimes need explaining as well as a plot opportunities I would like people to know about.
Without further ado:
( Pip Bernadette, Badass for Hire )
( Schrodinger, Sociopathic Nazi Bastard )
( Schrodinger, plots, and you) )
( Alfred Pennyworth, Butler Extrodinaire )
( Cafe Fina )
( El Mariachi, the Man with No Name ) |
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| Availa-what'sit |
[Jan. 1st, 2007|09:19 am] |
I?
Have either gotten bad food poisoning or the stomach flu from hell.
Either way, I won't be doing much of anything FH related.
*salutes and collapses back into bed with the garbage can within close reach* |
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