[The graveyards are full of indispensable men]

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[People of the building should be used to Elisa being inside of the infirmary by now. The young doctor has declared herself to be in charge of the 4th floor infirmary quite some time ago, and has spent a majority of her days tending to it ever since.]

[Only, should you walk into the infirmary today, you will not find the teenage medic scurrying across the medical room in her usual chipper fashion. No; instead, you will find the young woman sprawled out on the floor- very much dead. Cause of death appears to be from two large cuts to each of her wrists. Observant ones may note that, nearby, there is a bloody scalpel laying next to her completely pale body. Blood has stained much of her white labcoat red as it pools around her dainty figure.]

[The cause of this mysterious death is currently unknown; there are no real signs of struggle in the room either. Just one very dead teenager.]

((OOC: Dead Elisa is dead. Not even her ghost lingers about in the area. She's just... gone, and could remain that way for a long time. Because of this, any comments made will likely not be responded to by me, but by stoicism , who should be in the area as well.))

((An explanation of this death will be given when/if I come back. But for now- bye, FM! <3))

Oh god why am I doing this

[starofchaos]

[Following his disasterous visit by Big Boss earlier, a very much in pain Liquid had decided, genius that he was, to drink the pain away rather than reach for the painkillers he still had left. Somehow during his time drinking, alone in his room, he had gotten the idea that it might be a good idea to go out. During that time he had also, oddly enough to any not-drunk person, gotten the idea to go to the lobby, stand on a table, and make a speech.]

People'sh of the NEXUS!

[He gestured dramatically, almost overbalancing, and recovered his balance with casual grace. Nobody ever accused Liquid of being the quiet one of the two.]

Sometimesh it must seem like everything is going to Hell. Sometimes it is. Sometimes you're just all blowing it far, far out of proportion, like idiots. Nobody cares if you dropped your keys and lost them. Comparatively, the fact the world's goin' to hell in a handbasket - and who the hell travels by handbasket? I ask you, who the hell would ride in a basket to Hell? They'd have to trick you, tell you you were goin' on a balloon ride or something... and then send it off to Hell. But then, it saysh handbasket, and they're tiny, so you'd have to be a dwarf, a midget or a kitten - an' not the kind that's fun to play with, the kind that scratches and bites and shit... what was I saying?

[A pause. Liquid didn't drink normally, so he had little alcohol tolerance in relative comparison with others. It was easy enough for him to get drunk off his ass. He disliked alcohol, as a matter of fact. It dulled his senses, made him vulnerable.]

Oh! Garden gnomes. Garden gnomes can fit in the basket too, right? I don't like garden gnomes. Disturbing, ugly little things. They keep staring at you. 's like they're going to bite your ankles. I think if I was that small and ugly, I would bite anklesh too. I would look up at all the big people and think "Why am I small?" and then I would hit something because I don't like feeling infe- in... lesser than other people. That'sh unacceptable! Unforgiveable! Nobody makesh me feel bad. NOBODY. 'cause then I punch them. And they start yelling "Ow". And then "Why're you kicking me?" and then "Please stop hurting me!" and then they just sorta go into this unintell- unico... they can't be understood. They just babble. Am I babbling? I think I must be.

[There was another long pause in which he casually performed a few somersaults and flips without a problem, save a few obvious winces of pain because it hurt to move. Even drunk he has better balance than most people and the alcohol dulled his pain receptors. As he stilled, his fingers curled into fists at his side. He wasn't sure who he was talking to, or why, but he needed to vent.]

It seems to me that people take advantage of you a lot. You try to take over the world, you get killed for it - and god knows how, Brother certainly didn't have the balls for it when I met him, the coward... So you try to be nice! You try to make amends! And what happens? One of the people you try to make amends to takes advantage of that. Has a bad day, decides to take it out on you. Ow. I'm not your damn punching bag, you asshole. An' I don't like it when you do that without my permission. Prick. Why he likes you, I do not claim to know. Thought you were nicer.

[People looking close might notice that, apart from the obvious pain he's in - and most sane people would assume it was damage to the legs, not where it actually was - he also has a couple of very dark bruises on his back where his father hit him. They stand out quite starkly against his tanned skin, dark brands like ink.]

Anyone know the meaning of the tattoo? Anyone? I bet they don't. Well, I'll tell you. The snake part is the temptation part. It represents the temptation of Eve. The sword, on the other hand, represents God, and therefore the revelation part. It means to be enticed towards finding out the truth, be it divine or terrible. Kinda self-'splanatory. Some people don't get it.

...

I was going somewhere with this, wasn't I?

[A looooooooooong pause.]

Fuck it, I need more alcohol.

[He took a long drink of the bottle of whiskey still clasped in his hand.]

GAAAAAAH, WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?!

[The bottle smashed against the wall, pieces of glass pooling inside the alcohol on the ground. His fists curled into his hair, gripping it tightly for a moment.]

EVERY TIME I try to do something good, or be nice it gets thrown back in my fucking face. It's like a seagull. You feed a seagull, ten minutes later it shits on your head. [8|] It's an- an... Anny-logy. Fuck it, I'm too drunk to figure it out. Anyway, dogs are the same. They act so nice, then one day, they turn around and bite your baby. Or your kitten. Or your next door neighbour's swedish whore slash kid's tutor. Not that I'd know about neighbours. Stupid Patriot upbringing... stupid Zero... stupid fucking Father...

[His hands relaxed, sinking back down to his side.]

Can't sleep, can't fight, can't do fucking anything right now 'cept talk. So you're going to damn well listen, people. I don't care if you think I talk too much, or if you're tired or if you're on your way to the hospital - you're fucking going to listen. All I ever wanted in life was a giant robot of my own. And I got one. And brother blew it up before I could nuke anyone. Fuck you, Brother. 

...wait, didn't I-? No, I didn't. That was all just a dream.

Giant robots. Are awesome. Aren't they? I had sex in one once. It was awesome. Had to carry him up there, though. Didn't matter. Carried heavier things. Twenty year olds aren't very heavy. Not even with all that ammo on them.

ANALOGY!

[He looked proud of himself for finally figuring out what an "anny-logy" was - but didn't bother to tell the people listening.]

That was it... Anyway. Giant robots. I don't know why Emmerich hates it so much. REX was my baby. I stole it fair and square. I loved that robot.

[Liquid paused to mourn his defeated robot sadly. For about thirty seconds.]

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to my... my... what is this?

[A loooong pause.]

My standing on a table.

Now go away.

(Long story short (man, I say that a lot), snakednake forced himself on Liquid who is in a lot of pain and considerably pissy since he was starting to like the man. He's also very, very drunk, as if you couldn't tell. Feel free to point and laugh, but you might get something thrown at you. Like a table. No, really.)

Okay, finally posting with her.

[amandanista.livejournal.com]

( Cut for PW character :V )

I'm calling you out

[originalmiller.livejournal.com]

[Miller had believed his anger would have depleted and never returned after witnessing what Talib had done to his daughter. He hated feeling angry or negative emotions because it interfered with his zen-like approach to life. But to hear of what had happened recently to Liquid made that bubbling anger rise to the surface. The torture from Ocelot had been bad enough, so the realization of what Big Boss had done to him... That broke his last nerve.]

[Once Liquid was settled in the safety of his own apartment, the Master strode confidently throughout the halls, keeping his eyes peeled for a certain Big Boss. His fists were balled at his sides in pure disdain at the actions the man had enforced on his son, and he was determined to make him pay... just as he had done to Talib.]

[No-one killed Master Miller's children and no-one raped his students. Ever.]

_{((ooc: Looking for snakednake.))}

Because I forgot he needed to come back.

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[The screech of the P.A. system was harsh and violent. A young man's voice, tired from having recently come back from the dead, rang out in the halls as the whining noise of the microphone died out.]

They say that the first people to inhabit the USA came over 15,000 years ago, across the Beringia. That means that the first inhabitants of what is now the USA were likely from Siberia. That might mean nothing to most of you. Many of the people here came from other countries. But it does bring up an interesting point. The United States were formed by foreigners. Why, then, I wonder, do people hate us collectively. Calling us Americans is an interesting notion. The civilians of the country have no say in anything, no matter what they think. Soldiers too have little say - they go where directed, and follow orders. But what does that mean for the people who give those orders? The politicians, tiny-minded men sitting behind their desks. They know nothing of the real world. The only "real" politicians are those who have left and experienced the true horrors of life. Those who know how bad things can get, how little people can take. I've heard that people are holding elections here. What a foolish thing to do. Tell me, people who hate us for our nationality. Who is truly at fault for your rage? The civilians, who live their idle, happy lives ignorant of your pain? The soldiers, who actively strike out at you? Or the politicians, who take those tools and direct them at you? Think on this a little further. Tools are not without blame, but neither are they the target of rage. You don't smash a sword before someone stabbed you in the eye. You smash the wielder.

[A pause.]

I'm looking for my son.

He's ten years old with white-blond hair. He answers to the name of Jack. It's important that I find him soon. Time is running short.

We're all born with an expiration date. It may be extended, if proper care is taken, but it cannot be postponed for long. Minutes, hours, days. The purpose of our lives is not to extend that date, but to prepare for the future, for the next generation. We do not merely pass a torch to the next generation when our own flame goes out. We pass on far more than that. The proof of my existence, the body I left. If it remains where it lies, I want it destroyed. If anyone finds it, destroy it. Tools do not deserve to be remembered, or take up space at the end of their time.

[A heavy sigh echoes in the quiet halls.]

Jack. If you're out there, find your way to this room. Consider it a training exercise. Track me down. It should not be hard.

[The feedback ends.]

[Because it had to be done.]

[spinsterofchaos.livejournal.com]

[Oldcelette was a bitch when she wanted to be.]

[Having walked in on jackal_hunter  and dominantviper finally having sex, she had proceeded to record, edit and produce tapes and DVDs of the magnificent event. Even if money didn't mean anything, she could get something out of this, she was sure. That was why there was now a little shop with tapes and DVDs in one of the more-used common rooms. A small television was plugged in nearby, ready to show samples, and there was a little sign outside the door.

"Real, live Liquid/Liquid selfcest smut available on offer. Tapes and DVDs available. Free preview available."

She'd also taken the opportunity to distribute several of the tapes to various areas for safekeeping. If she got nothing out of it, all she had to do was to distribute them for free~. And, of course, her name was on nothing. As long as the Boss didn't walk in, there wouldn't be a problem, and she just had to pretend she'd come in to check it out.]

(You knew this was coming.)

// 'cause i'm mr. brightside

[worlds-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Today was a good day.]

[An awesome day.]

[Here was Liquid, walking back to the room he shared with his Otacon--and with a very vital item now in his inventory. Sure, it had cost him one of his favorite tranquilizer pistols, but screw it. He could find another one.]

[Besides, if all went as planned, Otacon's reaction would be so worth it.]

Hal, I'm back.

[He walked in with a smirk, closing the door behind him.]


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