I hate this place. If you're smart you do too. If you don't? Well, I hate stupid people. Chances are we've spoken at least once before. And if we haven't? There's a 80% chance we won't get along. That's just a guess. I hate math.

There are a few things I can think of that I hate more than I hate the City. I hate those smug ass bitches that left. I hate Bill. And I hate I fucking hate Beatrix Kiddo.

It doesn't seem as though the 'deities' have changed at all with the new year. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. They never really change here. But even that's an old saying in a familiar place.

It's strange to think now how peculiar and new and unexpected the City was when I first arrived. It's so familiar now, it's almost like home. Though, of course, it will never really be home.

Anyway, I daresay the City is having a laugh at my expense between being sent an eye and then seeing the City struck blind by a curse. At least it missed me, though it seemed difficult enough for everyone else struck by it. There's something in new in that though: so far as I can recall, I don't know that we've ever had a curse quite like that one in the City.

But what I'll never really understand why anyone would try to fight against a curse like that.

It's not that I say we should all sit quietly by and submit to the 'deities' and their curses--indeed, far from it. I just have to wonder who would be willing to go stumbling about in the streets while literally blind. If you're trying to fight against the 'deities' by going about your ordinary routine, even while blind, I say you're just a fool. What good does it do you to hurt yourself in the midst of that sort of ostensible 'fighting back'? It lets the 'deities' win twice: first with cursing you and then with hurting you. Really, it is their fault, but you'll have to suffer twice for it.

Those mutterings about rebelling against the 'deities' have all gone quiet anymore, haven't they? That was all ages ago anyway. And nothing ever came of it. No wonder people were stumbling around, quite literally as the blind leading the blind a few days ago. If that's your idea of rebellion, I think I'll go about fighting back in my own way, on the days when there aren't any curses. That's my way of doing things: live in between the curses and endure the curses like bad weather or fevers. There are certain curses that are foolish to try to fight against. Blindness is one, the Black Death was another.

Either way, I'll count myself fortunate that that curse missed me--and for more than one reason. On the one hand, I didn't stumble around in the day for an entire day, of course. And that was fortunate enough. But, you know I was very nearly blinded myself once. I probably would have bled to death before I had to endure being blind, of course, but I suppose the spirit of it all was to blind me and have me remember what had happened and what had been done.

If you really want to know the truth, though, it was because I was willing to give up my eyes. I was willing and prepared to trade my eyes for the life of the woman I loved. And I was willing to give them to that mad doctor, my own half-brother, for her life. He made her, after all-- He's never forgiven me, or her, for keeping my eyes out of his hands. In the end, she took her own life for it. And I gave her that blade to protect herself.

I wonder if that sort of story from me even surprises anyone anymore.

Either way, I didn't have to endure the blindness in the City that I might have had to endure in my own world--if he'd succeeded. It missed me again. And now that there isn't a curse, I think I'll live in between the curses.

Rosella, when would you like to test your ice skates? Name the day and, so long as there isn't a curse, I shall be there. I'll just have to find some skates to borrow for myself. I'm sure there are some to be had here somewhere, and easily enough.

And, if the police are still interested in this eye I was sent a few days ago, you had best speak now. He-Who-Kills asked me for it first and I should hate to break a promise to him.

~C.

[ooc: I thought about affecting him with the blindness curse and I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't. IDK. Who wants that eyeball?]

Nothing stranger than waking up to mannequins singing the praise of my snoring.

Really, Edenpshere?

My goodness.

...I don't remember any replays taking place outside the house.

Okay.  What the hell is going on?  Stephen?  Cassie?

...Lee?


[ooc:  Someone has arrived at the cemetery, yay!  He's been updated to about half-way through Smoke and Mirrors, so he thinks he's seeing ghosts.  Come say hi?  Action for anyone in the area, video/voice for those who aren't.]

@ polychromatic:

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Underground's New Year's celebrations were very lively. Apparently, changing of the decade coupled with a blue moon is a highly important observance - there was practically a party around very corner down here. Alcohol and other fluids flowed well after midnight.

I heard the City had...fireworks.


( (Millennium filter/Unhackable) )

I hope everyone's happily celebrating the New Year! Though the City can, at times, be quite unbearable and dangerous- there are times like now where we may enjoy ourselves with our friends and family.

Unfortunately, it seems I've been barred from the kitchen. However, I did manage to cook something up before then.

( Action for pimp flat )

[ooc | Backdated to perhaps and hour or two before the New Year \o/]

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Orihime - ||||
Ichigo - |
Ishida - |
Kuchiki - |||
Asano - ||

Motherfucker-- Shit. Can't even sell them. Fucking ass.

[public;]

Happy New Year to all us unfortunate idiots still in this place. And good riddance of the lucky bastards who found the door out.

[ooc; Y U ALL LEAVE HER BAW. Also, score, Karakura's veteran in the City.]

( Private to self//unhackable )

( Filtered to Tatsuki//unhackable )

( Filtered to Watanuki//unhackable )

....Happy New Year, everyone.

I wasn't cursed, but I've been thinking all today about my New Year's Resolution.

While I'm here in the City, my resolution is to help people more. It's something I should have been doing more of all along. I may be young, but I know there's a lot I could do. I'm sure of it! I've faced many scary things while capturing and changing the cards, and I shouldn't just sit around when I could use my magic and help! I can't think of a better way to spend my time here.

Hikaru-chan, do you want to work on that?

... I may have just returned this week, but if you add up all the days and months, I've been here for over a year now. And a new year is just around the corner!

[ooc: New Years Party = slow tags. ♥ Sorry for the inconvenience. ]

This isn't-- why would he even



What will you be getting?







If you're wondering how those images might be read as encouraging, the simple answer is this: they are not. Not at all.

However, if no one volunteers him or herself, Hamlet will be left a mile into the forest.

Yes, I am that heartless. Kukiko supports me entirely.

This year, I resolve not to eat any of my victims.

One year.

Like a single drop of water in the ocean.

If I am to make a resolution this new year, it's to find out who sent me an eye just after Christmas.

Yes, an eye--a human eye, boxed up, and sent to me, and left at the back kitchen door of the opera house.

No, I did not find it amusing at all to find a box at the back kitchen door of the opera house addressed to me. Nothing good has ever been delivered at that door. That was where that boy, the doctor's assistant, left flowers for my sister, first. And now I've received a gift that might as well have been sent by that mad doctor himself.

I have received an eye, boxed up, and sent as a package, almost as a Christmas gift. Perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised by it, and yet I keep staring at it almost in disbelief. Things had been relatively peaceful in the City until now. And suddenly there are body parts being delivered in the snow.

I know I'm not the only one to receive some body parts by post. I've seen a few notes on the Network to that effect. There's a pattern to be seen here, but I don't know enough yet. It will prove to be a message of some kind, or bear some meaning in it.

You know, He-Who-Kills was rather disappointed that he didn't receive such a gift this Christmas. I'm rather inclined to give to him the gift I received. The police force, if there is such a thing in the City anymore, will probably protest, but I don't know what they can gather from such remains. He-Who-Kills would appreciate it more, I think. Besides, I've studied this eye well enough on my own. It's simply a human eye, cut from its socket, with some of the connecting nerves and blood vessels still attached to the back. There are no marks on it, nor peculiar signs. It is an eye removed whole from its proper place in the skull.

If one is really looking for some kind of pattern of connection, one might look at all of us who received these 'gifts' to see what might link us together. Beyond that, there are enough madmen and murderers in the City that we may have been chosen at random. The question, of course, is whether there was one victim or more than one victim. We may have each been mailed a piece from one body or we may have each been mailed a piece from different bodies. There will be a pattern in these 'gifts', if one can find it. It's only a matter of untangling all the knots of it.

I received an eye, and I seem to recall seeing mention of a liver. What other parts were there? We might be able to reassemble the victim entirely if we've been sent around enough pieces. The pieces themselves may be significant too. There's meaning enough to me in seeing an eye pried from its owner's head--

Whoever the victim is, he or she is yet a victim of a murder. And, as I said, I do mean to resolve to find out who sent me the eye of this victim and why he sent it to me.

( [Private to Megumi || Unhackable] )

And, yes, for those who were wondering, I've seen eyes pried from skulls before. Although the ones I saw before were preserved in a jar as specimens, as part of a 'study'. I believe they were removed while their owner was yet living. It was not a pleasant affair.

And mine were very nearly added to the collection once.

Perhaps, with that in mind, you understand my intention in finding out exactly why I was sent such a thing, who sent it, and what it might mean. And I do mean to find these things out. As I said, it's my new year's resolution.

It is New Year's Eve. Happy New Year, of course.

~C.

[ooc: Man, do I fail with putting this up or what? So Cain got mailed an eyeball from the Fabulous Tea Party which, you know, caused the obligatory canon panic and all. WHO MAILS EYEBALLS? SRSLY! Now he's just got his teeth into the mystery of it and he'll hang on for as long as he can. Grr grr. ♥HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!]

One more year is going to bite the dust. This one was balls.

And shit if I see another list, it will be too soon. Who needs a day to decide to take care of business? I bet it's that shiny new year promise. The appeal is lost on me as of late.

I think I'll go out and find a dress that matches my red heels. Something might come of it.

Everyone was speaking of resolutions. I suppose I wish you luck in going through with them. I don't have any resolutions in particular, just want to better myself overall.

I also hope the New Year brings good things for us all. This year we had many losses, but of course there were also several good things, too, even if the bad seems to overpower them. The good is there, I promise.

About one month, the Year of the Ox draws to a close, and we welcome the Tiger. That sure is something.

This place has a sick sense of humor.

My resolution...

I guess, not to wait.

Well, now... is anyone good at puzzles? I visited the Scavengers Yard for the first time, and I found something that I believe belongs to me... but it's quite the mess. I think it is supposed to be two connected swords, but they're shaped rather oddly and the whole thing is in pieces. Several pieces.

I never thought that place would be as large as it was. It really is amazing, and the clutter is quite interesting. I suspect someone could spend days down there, finding new objects. I was not looking for anything special, so I'm surprised that I found this... or more correctly, it found me, since I stepped on one of the blades. Clumsy of me.

I took Night with me... it is quite odd, I thought that butterflies didn't survive winter, but it seems to be doing just fine.

How is everyone doing? It has been a while since I wrote something, after all.

Toushi, are you