cape_kore | Entries tagged with { jesse pinkman

[Charlie doesn't look so good right now. Seems to be a theme with him when he's desperate enough to actually post on this thing. But the welled up anger and frustration about this whole situation is itching under his skin to do something. Like subject the whole town to his dark-circled eyes and ridiculous curly haystack of hair. You're welcome.]

Anyone got a fucking soup recipe or some shit? Like we even got anything to fucking cook with.

I got shit to trade for it if you do got any.

[He gives the camera a glare, clearly seeing if he has any other reason to say anything. Apparently not. The feed ends.]

[ooc: After the 'Meyer getting attacked by a tiger' plot. Charlie is home with the sicky and not happy about it.]

tryingitall

I've had a thought, Kore--because I do that, occasionally, when I'm not too busy drinking. We've had a lot of new arrivals turn up injured lately, and also a number of re-arrivals with nasty wounds. What about a few of us volunteering as a quick-response group for these occasions? A welcoming committee for the bruised and bleeding, as it were.

I don't know whether the infirmary is equipped for overnight stays, so someone will have to inform me. I'm afraid to go look. If not, maybe some sort of temporary shelter would be appropriate, as well.

...

...And on a completely unrelated note, could the person who's been painting murals of birds around town pretty please come forward? I want to shake your hand.

happytobleed

[ Castiel's presence can be felt by the other angels just before the recording comes on.

When the video comes on, it's shaky and it quickly becomes clear that he's crawling on the beach. He pauses and then it shows his throat more than his face and there's a deep cut across the center of it, but rather than bleeding, it's glowing silver. His skin is covered in wet sand and when the video finally shows his face, his hair is wet and matted with sand, as well. ]

I think I need help.

[ His voice is scratchy and raw and the words can be heard on angel radio at the exact same time.

The video cuts out. ]

OOC: He won't be answering anyone right away and anyone who looks for him at the beach will find that he's gone. He'll be going to find Dean and then answering any responses to this about an hour or two later, so please feel free to factor that into your character's response.

magnets

Sunuva- bitch.

[ The camera goes all screwy as Jesse pushes himself up, sits back on his knees and sweeps his hands off on each other. He doesn't seem to notice the camera's even on as he paws at himself and finally stands, swearing a few times under his breath as he does. Idly beats some gravel off his jeans. He sounds dumbfounded when he finally speaks again. ] I'm back here.

[ And the camera turns with him, a few confused steps before he throws his arms out to both sides, an irritated kind of shrug. ] I'm back- here. [ And his hand raises again, so he can first tap a finger against the screen, and then slap an angry palm against it a few times. He repeats, ] Sunuvabitch.

[ Then he finally fiddles with the buttons, intending to turn on the communicator, but, ] oh, [ it's already on. ] Ya wanna clue me in here? [ He glances around the area. ] Yo, anyone still out there?

zen_navigator

[This particular detective has been rather quick to notice the new bit of tech strapped to his wrist. It's not long after he arrives then, that a man with a messy mop of brown hair comes into picture on the video screen. The view is directly up his nose for a moment before the shot raises to encompass his face instead. He looks a bit confused, but otherwise unperturbed and uninjured.]

Hello? [A set of fingers taps against the screen, resounding roughly against the microphone.] Hello? Anyone on the other end of this listening? [The view drops to a crooked view of a bright mustard tie and a shirt that looks like it's been in his wardrobe since nineteen seventy-four. The voice continues to speak as the man turns around.] I seem to have been kidnapped and transported. There are far reaching implications. A number of alarming possibilities readily spring to mind... [The face returns and two bushy eyebrows raise over wide eyes.] This is Dirk Gently. I have woken up in a gazebo. A GAZEBO.

[He looks away from the camera, scanning his environment. The inside of the gazebo and a view of the park can be seen behind him for a moment before his face returns. It's just occurred to him that his kidnappers could be the ones on the other end of the line, so it might be in his interest to move somewhere other than where they'd left him.] If this is about any of my outstanding debts, I can assure you that I will be fully capable of paying in full upon my whole and healthy return to London.

afallenstar

[ Of course she's been trying to leave since the moment she had been taken, but it hasn't worked. Each and every attempt had been completely unsuccessful, with literally no effect whatsoever.

Until, that is, when one attempt finally does work.

The feed kicks in with enough time to show little more than white light, almost like there's a problem with the video, and there's the faint sound of wings. It fades fast though, along with the light, and it's replaced with the slightly dishevelled looking face of one missing angel. She's out of breath, a little dizzy and definitely disoriented, but the one thing she does before anything else is drop a hand over the communicator. It's black for a few seconds while she fumbles with the buttons, and then the feed cuts out.

Welcome back to Kore, Anna. ]

servingmichael

[ Raphael's post comes at near nine pm. He's sitting, not that the small camera gives much of that, but he's on the walkway at the top of the lighthouse. ]

My brother Lucifer is missing. If you think you are the last one who spoke with him, speak up.

[ His voice is cold and commanding. ]

Anna Milton is also missing, although that alarm has already been raised. That's two from my world. So those from it, pipe up. Dean I assume you are still hiding in your little attic, but if I need to come over to confirm it, I will.

[ The rest is locked to all the angelsibs. ]

Castiel, I would imagine you want to keep to your household, with Meg and Dean.

[ Why he didn't know. ]

But keep an ear open. I will come looking for you if I don't hear from you. The rest of you - House 11 is Gabriel's. I expect everyone there.

voliere

[ Okay, so figure out the things you know, Elizabeth. List them off for sure.

This is solid ground. She knows - it's a little disorienting, really, because as stable as Columbia is, you're always aware you're on what is essentially a giant hot air balloon. Sort of. Not really. The physics are complicated.

She's in a church. It's devoid of the imagery she's used to, though. No Prophet, no Lamb, no False Shepherd. No Booker. No men trying to capture her (yet). And no tears, or at least, none she can see at the moment. The thing on her wrist is a little like a voxophone with a screen, she's thinking, squinting at it thoughtfully. It had spoken to her a few minutes ago, but she hadn't been able to get it to play again. In fiddling with it, she's managed to start recording herself, though she has no idea that she is on camera.

Alright. So that's figured out. Now to find Booker. He has to be here - did she accidentally bring them somewhere? They'd just been outside the Hall of Heroes - she had heard gunfire, and then she was suddenly here. What's going on? ]

Mr. DeWitt? [ She calls quietly, the camera only half on her face as she opens the door to the outside, frowning. ] ... Booker?

magnets

[ The camera turns on just as Jesse mops a hand over his face, tiredly or some such. It's been a long day and it's quiet, the too kind of quiet that he can't find himself really handling all too well. ] So, uh. I was thinkin'.

[ What was he thinking? He takes a nervous drag off a cigarette as his hand comes back to settle on the back of his neck instead, and he earnestly regards the camera. ]

Anyone feel like doin' somethin'? Guess this place doesn't have, y'know, anything real cool. Like go karts or movies or whatever. Guess there's nothin' on the tube but static. [ Which he's been watching for the last hour, but that's nobody's business. ]

I don't know, this place got board games or anything? What's, uh. What's anyone gotta do for fun around here, am I right?

tooghoulforschool

[It's stupid to be back on the network publicly so soon after the incident. Especially when he knows Jesse's back and he told Galen he'd stay away. But he needs to know. Can't ask anyone to ask for him when he's hiding out around the church.

So he'll just use audio. Make it quick. Hope someone gives him answers before anyone has time to notice. Don't make a scene.]

... Missin' some people. Not answerin' my calls, just wonderin' if anyone's seen 'em. Cassandra and Conrad. Cute little girl that could probably kick your ass and a prissy, pale dude that probably couldn't.

You know where they are, just leave a message or somethin'. [He sniffs, mumbling something inaudible before quickly saying,] Thanks.

retrograding

[ It's around noon when Jet Star finally turns on his communicator. He hasn't changed much at all, actually; he looks exactly the same as he had before all of this species mess had started. Of course, that doesn't tell anything - there have been others who look normal until something set them off.

He starts his broadcast with a heavy sigh, looking down at the communicator. It's far enough away from him that anybody watching could see the blank wall behind him. As always, his voice is calm and soft. Though this time, it's a little more authoritative. ]

When I first arrived here, I offered my medical skills to everybody here, as meager as they were. I seem to have come into possession of skills that are a little more powerful than before, so again, I extend the offer: if anybody needs medical attention, especially... now, send me a message. My name is Jet Star.

I'd like to use this for however long it may last.

[ It's not on purpose - but as he ends his broadcast, there's a soft light cast against the wall - and for those who are looking (it's hard to miss) the shadows of two large wings flicker against the blank surface, stay in sight for a moment, and then vanish. The feed cuts off. ]

retrograding

[Because the broadcast is a video, Jet Star comes on the screen with his hair somewhat tamed and his eyepatch in place. His expression is as calm as ever, and the video is steady. The only evidence that there might be something wrong is the sound of clattering and a somewhat distressed voice in the background - but Jet ignores that for the most part to address his audience.]

I have one very simple question for the people of this town today, and I like to think it isn’t an unreasonable request. Two friends of mine, Party Poison and Kobra Kid, have not been home for a while. Has anybody seen either of them? They’re rather hard to miss. Party Poison has red hair, and Kobra Kid is blonde, the former is short and the latter is tall --

[Fun Ghoul suddenly appears over Jet's shoulder, scowling at the communicator.]

One's fuckin' stupid, and the other one's twice as fuckin' stupid. Give 'em the real facts, Jet. Two days! [He holds up two fingers in front of Jet's face just in case you assholes forgot how to count.] Never gone this long without sayin' shit, ask that raccoon-eyed piece of work what she did with our boys--

[And he cuts himself off to disappear into the background again, sending something else crashing to the floor. Jet watches Ghoul stomp off with a sort of sad expression, and when he looks back at the communicator, the look sticks.]

We aren't accusing anyone of anything. But if you are out there, either of you - or if anybody knows where they might be, please let us know.

Please. Thank you. [And the feed cuts off. Jet has some calming to do, excuse him.]

magnets

So, people'a Kore-

[ Pinkman's device turns on with his cheekily grinning at the camera as his fingers drum antsily on the kitchen counter. There's also a Finch peering over at the camera from the side, with a grin to match. ] We gotta little treat for all you bitches today. It's called straight-up science time with a couple'a Jesses. So pay attention, alright? Ya might learn somethin'.

[ Finch ducks down out of view of the camera, and when he comes back up, he's holding this crudely made volcano, painted brown and totally shoddy. But it works for what they're trying to do. He places it down on the counter, and shakes the little container of baking powder he's picked up from the counter. ] Bet you all have seen a paper volcano afore, right? All y'need is a badass little volcano like this one, dish soap, water, baking soda, and - [ He lifts up a jug of vinegar, gesturing at it. ]

Some'a this shit here. [ Pinkman cuts in, turning the communicator back to him momentarily so it's closer to his face when he announces for anyone who didn't, you know, read the label, ] That's real vinegar.

[ And then volcano again, in which Pinkman subtly pushes down a piece of duct tape holding the sides together - the thing really is held together with spit and a prayer - before he pans the camera up to Finch. There's a laugh in his voice when he asks. ] You wanna do the honors?

[ Finch is laughing too, cackling really, grabbing for the vinegar. He salutes the camera. ] Aye, I'll do the honors. Wish me luck, man. [ He hovers closer to the volcano, and lifts the jug to pour it into the baking soda volcano. And lo and behold: it "explodes". Messily. Like, really messily, and they're both standing close enough that it blows up abruptly and sprays on both Pinkman and Finch. Finch doesn't exactly yelp, but it's a close thing, and then he's laughing again, brushing his sleeve across his face. ]

Man - [ Pinkman starts to rebut, but he's laughing too much to answer for a moment, the camera going askew as he mops a hand through the muck dripping down his face, flicks some of it off. There's red foam dripping all down the counter and onto the floor. ] Bitch, I said 'not the whole thing' -

[ And the camera dotted with bits and pieces of red food coloring, the feed abruptly cuts off. ]

rigging

[ Jesse's not super huge on using the communicator. That's why he tries to keep it covered most of the time. But today, he's forgotten, or he's just not mindful of it, because he's more interested in paying attention to the papers and pencils and brushes in front of him. Wherever he is, it's bright and sunny, and high up. For a few moments, it just shows out into the town - the lighthouse is visible for a split second when he raises his hand to scratch at the back of his head, and when it comes back down, there's a view of the library and the fountain.

Did you guess he's sitting on the roof of house twenty? If you did, gold star.

It takes another moment, but then Jesse brings his hand to rest over his mouth, which means he's unknowingly giving his viewers a survey of the art in front of him. He's got two papers drying off a bit to the side, and in his lap, there's a sketchpad with a few rough sketches of people here. Galen, Kenzi, and Bruce are all somewhat recognizable, but he's not working on those. What he is picking at with his pencil is a drawing of a girl with tree-branch veins.

Jesse sighs, the static loud over the speaker, and mumbles to himself. ]

Fuckin' - where's my... Shit, th'fuck did I put my -- [ Another sigh, and he gives up on the drawing, moving to reach for the pack of cigarettes. Grumble grumble: ] Feel like a goddamn -- [ And the feed clicks out. ]

( ooc: credit - one, two, three. Not mine. )

chlorophylliac

[Ivy's face and bare shoulders appear on the screen, neatly framed - she's never used a device quite like the one she's using now, but she's accustomed to this sort of technology. Her expression can be summed up as 'I'm tolerating this but I'm not sure why'. She's in the park; you can just about see some of the gazebo behind her.]

...'We hope you enjoy your stay'. Mm. Easily the politest kidnappers I've encountered so far.

I assume that these devices are meant for communicating with those I'm sharing my 'new home' with. My hosts - our hosts - appear to be the type who'll see and not be seen, never mind negotiated with.

[Her eyes flicker to one side. There's a camera just visible over that shoulder; it's been strangled and crushed by a length of dark vine.

She pauses momentarily, since being actively courteous doesn't come easily to her.]

I won't assume that anyone here knows any more than I've just been told, but if so I'd be grateful to learn more about where I've been transplanted to.

worstpire

-- is this supposed to be?!

[ A pair of glasses and a bewildered expression bump into view for a second before the image is replaced once again with the dark ceiling of an attic. The floor creaks as he moves across it very slowly. ]

I thought he'd kill us, not... fucking... If this is some kind of v-hab I'm gonna lose my sh--OW!!!

[ The image jerks, and there's a sound almost like sizzling as Conrad jumps back and nearly falls on his ass in the process. There's a very pained 'mmmmfffffrrrrrrggghhhh' noise and some cursing through gritted teeth for a moment. ]

Son of a bitch! Ngh -- A - oh, fuck this - A-Adelaide? Anyone?

designedtoparty

[The video opens with an uncomfortably close recording of Nathan's face. He squints at it, flicks the screen, then seemingly satisfied starts to talk.]

All right, so I have three questions for your weirdos. First off, what year is this supposed to be?

Second, what sort of shitty power is this? I know it isn't mine, because hello, A-list. And I think I might've remembered packing myself a bin bag of nothing, ditching my phone, and teleporting myself to the fuck end of nowhere.

[Nathan moves his arm further from his face, allowing the camera to see the face of the fountain centrepiece, which Nathan seems to be hanging off.]

Last question. What's the cheapest hotel you've got around here? You wouldn't believe how wet Medusa's getting here, and she's a little shy about getting it on in public if you know what I mean.

[And just in case anyone doesn't, he proceeds to dry hump the statue.]

Oh, Medusa! I don't think I can hold on much longer. Oh-- Shit!

[The last word has a genuine note of panic it it, and Nathan's eyes have widened. Luckily for everyone, balancing and holding out his arm to record this proves too much for Nathan. He slips, landing with a splash in the fountain. The feed cuts out.]

facilitated

[ So here's someone who will be familiar to anyone paying attention to the networks recently - except at least this time there's no screaming. Instead she switches on the video after composing herself, and she's maybe not as calm as she'd like, but it's close enough. ]

The people we found, is anyone- [ she hesitates a moment, she's not good at public speaking at the best of times, let alone with the topic at hand. She presses on though, after a moment to suck in a sharp breath of air. ] Is anyone arranging a funeral for them? I just...wanted to know, that's all.

[ Another hesitation. She looks tired, and in the moment that she sweeps the stray hair out of her face it's kind of obvious that she's not looking a hundred per cent. ]

I'll do it, if there isn't something already.

[ And...that'll do apparently, because with that she cuts the feed. ]

gleans

[ The feed comes on to show a tired-looking - but alive! - Galen. Someone's had a haircut. He smiles a little and waves his free hand sleepily, then props his chin back up on his palm. ]

Hey, so, false alarm? Since I guess some of you heard I was gone. I'm, um -- I'm back. Looks like you can't get rid of me.

[ A good-natured little smirk, which fades a bit just as he switches the communicator back off again. ]

retrograding

-- cannot see anything but the shadows on the wall of the cave. But what if you could see behind you, to look at what was causing the shadows? You would have a new... view of the world, right? So of course, you would want to know more. Say that you managed to escape the bonds and leave the cave. You would see the sun for the first time, and knowing that light, or that goodness, would be both awesome and terrifying.

[ Oops, someone accidentally turned on his communicator in the middle of a philosophical explanation. Good job there, Jet. He hasn't noticed it's on. And he probably won't, because he isn't alone! There's a voice that comes to the left of him, female, probably recognizable if you've spoken to her before, that says something that the audio doesn't pick up. ]

Yes, that is -- [ But he doesn't get to finish, because there's a sudden stop, the girl's voice again, Jet muttering something, footsteps -- and then, a very loud, and very scared, scream.

The feed goes dead. ]

--
( ooc: this would be Jet and Laura finding the body of Maria Smith in the fountain! Action is welcome, and also Laura or Jet might reply. c: )

» Profile

The Science Center at Cape Kore Network

» Navigation

cape_kore

kore_logs

kore_ooc

» Rules/FAQ
» Premise
» Setting

» Taken
» Drop/Hiatus

» Calendar
» Submit Items/Events

The Science Center at Cape Kore Network

Entries tagged with { jesse pinkman

video || Day 83

006/Audio/Late Day 79

[ Video ]

video | 005

001 | Dirk Gently | Early, Day 75

010; accidental video/action; early hours of day 75

Raphael | 002 | Video | Day 71

video | day 71

video | 004

[FUN GHOUL ➜ AUDIO 006]

video | 005 | day 59

video | 004 | day 54

video | 003

video | 005 | mid-day 48

001 ❦ Day 47 ❦ Video

✘ o n e ( video )

001 | video | day 046

video; day 46; 003

fourth ( video ) afternoon 45

audio | 003 | day 42

» Profile

» Navigation

» Most Popular Tags