AN IC MEME!

[needshumility]

I BRING YOU. From Eddie's suggestion post, as he's had no objection (as yet, but wips)!

The Wall of the Departed



1. Anon is enabled, because it can be anonymous IC. That being said, anyone abusing this in an ooc manner will just be screened and/or removed by me. If I screened/deleted your post by mistake, come poke me on IM (that's voltaireontoast). I won't be angry, just explain why I did.

2. Eddie will be removing anything IC offensive as soon as he can. This won't be deleted, just commented underneath as to why/when he did it. Eddie will not be sat next to this board, so these replies can be seen whilst they're up.

3. If you want to remove/graffiti/add comments onto cards left, just comment underneath. Remember these are cue card size. No long tracts. If you want to steal a card, stick it in a comment.

4. You can use character journals to stick one up too - all cards will be presumed to be anonymous unless signed with a name.

5. So basic format goes: Comment with/without journal, write in subject who the card's about, write what your character would write in comment, sign/do not sign with characters' name.

6. This board, IC, has been left up in a spare space in the dining hall. It has magnets, not drawing pins/staples, as Eddie thought about you, Arthas. XP There's a small table with a pen and little cue cards on. Eddie is now short a table. Feel free to have seen him setting it up/moderating it. If you asked to be told when he's done it? Presume he did. :D

7. Finalmente, this post is a floaty floating post, so please come back and use whenever your character feels like it.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

[In handwriting that's printer-precise:]

Warden Neil Howie:
All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible.

Go with your Creator.

[truth_is_cold]

[In too angular writing.]

Vegas

He deserved better.


[And on another one. Same writing.]

Tyr Anasazi

I'm sorry.

[Bottom part is scribbled through pretty well.]

[most_feared]

John and Abigail Marston.

Rose Tyler.

Jeffrey Sands.

[All on separate cards. And he doesn't know what else to add. He just leaves it at that.]

strikes unreadable

[darknessb4me]

[A rather loose, scrawled version of gothic lettering - someone's been forced into calligraphy lessons before.]

He ran

He's happier at home.

[(Anonymous)]

[There's a seashell from the CES balanced on the frame of the board just under this card.]

[(Anonymous)]

Saffron

[Beside it is an amateurish drawing of a rather pretty lady (http://www.rankopedia.com/CandidatePix/5926.gif).]

[darknessb4me]

Jason Todd.

Nicolas de Lenfent.

Sylvanas Windr

[(Anonymous)]

[One night, all the blank cards that were out were scribbled with names, sometimes several to a card if there weren't enough for everyone. They were stuck up to cover the entire board; some names overlap onto two cards. Ink spots them.]

SuMMeR WeDNeSDaY STiLLDyNe JoHN LuPiN SoRCeReR MuRaDiN BRoNZeBeaRD VaNeSSa TiRioN FoRDRiNG DRaGoN aLeeRa & HeR VLaDiSLauS ToSHiKo CaPa KiRK CHaNG DRaKe HoLMeS aNNa & aNa aND THe MaSTeR & THe MaSTeR & THe MaSTeR JaNe HuMaN aRMaND HoFFMaN aMaNDa youNG aTiya CooPeR MaRQuiS [A word here in an unrecognizable alphabet.] PaRKeR iaGo SHeGo RayNe o BRieN SVeTa uNa SeXBieS (FaKe (ReaL oNeS aLReaDy DeaD)) GeoRGe "BeRTy" K J MeRLiN HayLey SieLaR LuKe BRoCK BaNNeR GRaHaM DR. LeCTeR SaRa SPiNoLa SHeNDu DaWSey CLeaN WoMaN Arthaur iZaaC CLaiRe BLaCK SNaPe aND MaRTHa [Another departure from English: this time it is 'Face painted with Bells' in Nahuatl pictograms.] BeaTy PReFeCT BLoNDe GiRL & BRoWN GiRL DaViD BouRNe eLRiC MoRiGaN DoCToR SMiTH NaRViN CRaNe TiM NyGMa SuMMeRS FoSTeR iRoH RHaDe Eddie Russet

We aRe aLL DeaD

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[AFTER BREAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING THESE CARDS ARE REMOVED FOR SHEER CREEPINESS. THERE IS A NEW PILE OF CARDS. EDDIE NOW KEEPS IT IN HIS ROOM AND KEEPS STARING AT HIS NAME BEING UNDERLINED.]

[hatestriangles]

[In a blocky scrawl.]

Joe Dawson.

[UNSIGNED]

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

[Eddie took a photo of this before it was taken down.

What the hell man. It's totally going on his wall.]

[inhistorybooks]

[In typical 'I took drafting classes, and therefore everything is in caps' handwriting, all on separate cards:]

DEADPOOL
VINCENT CHASE
RAY
JOHN PRESTON

[(Anonymous)]

[In very tight, deliberate handwriting.]

Una Persson.

and not your dog.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

[AROUND THE TIME OF UNA'S RETURN. A BLUR OF AN OLD MAN DASHES IN, REMOVES CARD, SHOVES IT IN A POCKET, AND THEN RUNS OUT. FEEL FREE TO HAVE SEEN HIM.]

[batmanschmatman]

Bill Costigan.

Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd.

Stephanie Brown.

Wally West.

Superboy.

Donny Donowitz.

Mal Cobb.

Ariadne.

[All on separate cards. And that's it, because what else is there to say, really? :c]

entirely in dwarfish.

[deepdowndark.livejournal.com]

Coyolxauhqui.

To write the stars and the moon, perhaps you are free. No place for immortals, perhaps, except to be written of.


With words, we remember, we immortalise.

[Signed with the dhrat.]

[iam-aghost.livejournal.com]

[NEW HANDWRITING. It's neat, but a little bit loopy.]

Doctor John Watson.

I'll look after your friend.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Edward Spinola.

I'm sorry we couldn't work out the disappearances before you went. I'll do it for you.

Eddie.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

[Added a good week after it actually happened. The handwriting is neat, but noticeably 17th century.]

Angelica Fanſhaw.

My apoljies. You deſerved better than thys worthleſ command.

I praye for naught but your freedome.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

[Again, exceptionally late.]

Mr William Coſtigan.

No matter what was sayd of the man, he did care.

[una_persson]

Angelica Fanshawe. Who was and will be one of the most remarkable women I've ever known.

entirely in norse runes

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Coyo and Hayley. You two deserve better than death.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Victor Frankenstein.

He earned his graduation, without a doubt in my mind.

[(Anonymous)]

Svetlana Nazarova.

You were used towards so many's own ends, to our selfish whims and wishes, even in the pretence of something greater, even in the pretence of submission to a greater will, you were used. Your generosity and optimism would be your weakness, what brought you down upon the rocks of men who had nothing but self-resentment to exercise upon you. Exploitation, perhaps. You gave trust a chance with the wrong people, but never stopped trying.

That isn't the admirable thing. Everyone could see that you were relentlessly nice, relentlessly hopeful. Very few really saw how much repression, how much self-discipline that took, or why you must do it. I didn't know why until it struck, all at once. I was probably one of those things you repressed, I don't doubt it, and one of those things which pushed you towards a crumbling edge. Your attachments, again, were your downfall, but in an entirely different manner. You cannot be hurt by the words of someone whose words are worthless to you.

[THERE IS ANOTHER CARD STUCK TO THE BOTTOM OF THE FIRST]

But in the end, you had immense power. At your very fingertips. You could re-write memory. You could damn us all to... wherever this ship may sink. To be broken upon the waves of the universe. But the power had power over you, you were a slave to it as much as it followed your command. Yet, you still rejected it. You still submitted and surrendered individual power - power which could have made you a God. Power which was nothing but an illusion, an enslavement of it own devising.

You always had potential, Svetlana, but as long as I bear my failure to you, I am relieved for it. It's the lies you tell yourself that crush you.

[(Anonymous)]

[This is put up long after the fact, and completely anonymously.]

Sveta. You were I didn'

I miss you.