The city of London. Grand, old, city of London. Sure the weather may not be the best all the time, but that just adds to its charm. Or at least it did until the whole city was whisked-up and fell underground. Cushioned by a ‘cloud’ of bats in fact. I have always lived in the country, so I didn’t see it for myself, but the papers at the time were very adamant that there was a whole lot of bats. Enough of the buggers to blot out the sky they said. The ground also seemed to swallow it all, as at the site on the surface it is mostly barren, but lacking of the gapping chasm that would be expected.
There is a pit down into it, and those who wish to venture underground can do so there. Well, I shouldn’t use the word ‘wish’, as there are some that no longer have a place on the surface, usually those who have done something so horrible that they are sent to Newgate Prison, which yes, is still used for England, but not for the more common criminal anymore. There are other prisons for that. No, Newgate is used for the worst sort now. There are stories about how London has embraced its new location, and though it only really has one type of weather, the people seem to be enjoying themselves. Crime is more commonplace than ever, not just pickpocketing, but horrible crimes such as arson and murder.
It seems that the once respectable London has become a laissez-faire for all seedy things. They even call it ‘The Bazaar’. And it seems that it is well known that Hell has even set up a embassy to get in on the market. London truly has Fallen.
Random things from my Twitter [mostly bad micro-stories]:
This is from August 2008-the time of this post. [from oldest-newest]:
"You can't put crazy in a box." and my random response was; "Of course you can! You're just not trying hard enough!" I have no idea...bwzut?
I dont know if blonds have more fun, but I know they need to use more conditioner...is that fun?
I dont know how I'll take on today. But it must be done.Now I hope nothing cracks,because it is easy to shatter it seems. Just there always.
"Hmf...The thing is most Tremere-well Kindred in general-dont have a temperment for humour...at least not the typical type..." "...With some, you really dont want to find it out either."
"Next Monday? Back again? Like the sea; But I am just sand along the shore. And the waves came so soon." written after I died on Waterbirth.
Reminder to we to post the scary dream I had to LJ later; "What do you mean 'they come back?!'" "The dead come back, they always come back." "But Doctor; on this planet, the dead always come back." with lots of stiff people & 'back to the wall and stare straight ahead' protection.
So beautiful, but so dangerous. Caricaturers of humanity, but so much more like concentrations. All that love & cruelity amplified to a point of unreality. Taken too far with the lose of limites. They are gorgeous & they defiantly know it. The rockstars of Kindred. But they are so much more. They are all unique in the end.
"Im still not used to this whole thing. It's been around 3 years and it still sometimes scares me to wake-up cold."
I had to force my eyes to stay open. All my body wanted to do was sleep now that the sun was up. If only my landlord hadnt left a note
Damn, what the fuck was that? I felt the rattle as I hit the ground, but I managed to kick and slide a foot farther away. I guess I need to replace my jacket now.
March 1st, 2009:
The landscape was eteral in it's beauty. The way the planet's surface seemed to glow[ed] against the contrasting darkness of space. And these shoes! Fuck, so bouncy.
Name: Night After Night songfic Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None I don't think...besides a songfic, and OOC Oh and not beta-ed ^^; Genre: SONGFIC, and I guess Angst? I don't know...I don't write that much XDDD Pairings: Link x Sheik Story Summary: A songfic I wrote ^^; after I had a idea one night while listening to The Rasmus (oh a lot of their songs make me think of Shinkness :D )...I never thought I'd ever write a songfic o_O; ( Read more... )