Neil Perry
[It's not that Neil likes kissing strangers, exactly-- but he doesn't really mind. Usually. He doesn't think it counts for anything, in a curse, and he sort of likes the festivity and the tradition. And now and then he likes the chance to get away with things he wouldn't usually dare to do in public, but that's a whole other story.

He stops in a cafe for a cup of tea, first thing in the morning, before heading to the bookstore for the day; green sprigs sprout now and then from the ceiling, in between books on the shelves, and sometimes he pulls them down with a laugh, and other times he doesn't bother.

Later, he goes for a long lunch (because it's not as if people are breaking down the doors for used books, and keeping inscrutable hours is a tradition at Bilton & Scaggs,) and after the afternoon ship he meanders home, doubtless meeting up with Todd along the way.]


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Neil Perry
I'm relieved, honestly, that this curse still comes around, even with the Deities gone and everything different. Not that any of it is that different, really, but I've always liked getting visitors.

I've honestly lost count of how many times I've seen this come around-- it didn't used to last a whole weekend, did it? I'm glad people get to stay a little longer-- the ones who enjoy it, at least-- but it must be a bit inconvenient, finding somewhere to stay over, being away from home.

I hope you enjoy yourselves. Make the most of it. Carpe diem.


[ooc; please no duplicate Neils (other RSLs always welcome) and please don't explicitly tell him he's not real. Otherwise, whatevs, & I will backdate til the proverbial cows come home!]

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Neil Perry
[ VIDEO ]

[It's dark. Not really true dark, because it's early in the morning and in fact the sun would be shining right through the windows onto Neil, except he's drawn the curtains close and turned off all the lights. There's only an eerie illumination from below, like a kid holding a flashlight under his face.

Because that's what it is.]


When I got up this morning I found this,

[Neil says, the picture lurching as he picks the camera up to turn it, to show the table in front of him. Several hundred small puzzle pieces are scattered there-- some showing their pallid backs, some their dark and indistinct faces. There's no picture, no box, in sight. Two edges and part of a third are assembled, stretching around the pile.

A single piece sits in the emptiest spot, notable because a single, wild eye is printed on it.

Neil's hand comes into the frame, pressing one of the pieces around the edge more firmly against its mate, before he whirls the camera around to his face again. Still lit by the flashlight. Shut up, he's mature.]


It must be a curse, but it's a strange one! It reminded me of a story though-- something from home. This is true, as strange as it sounds.

[There's a pause, and when he begins speaking again it's pretty obvious this is an old favorite, a well-practiced and oft-recited tale.]

It was a dark and rainy night, and this old lady, who had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, sat by herself in her house at her table to complete a new jigsaw puzzle.

[There's a pause for tension, and his eyes slide off the lens; he leans a little to the left, placing another puzzle piece in its proper spot.]

But as she pieced the puzzle together, she realized, to her astonishment, that the image that was formed was her very own room.

And the figure in the center of the puzzle, as she completed it, was herself.

[Another pause, a little longer, Neil's eyes widening as he glances out of frame. There's the slightest waver in his voice when he resumes.]

And with trembling hands, she placed the last four pieces and stared in horror at the face of a demented madman at the window.

The last thing that this old lady ever heard was--

[THE SOUND OF BREAKING GLASS! Neil gasps as something shatters in the background, his attention snapping offscreen... and that, dear friends, is where the video cuts off.]


[ooc; for your listening pleasure, this is canon! :3 spooooky.]


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Neil Perry
11 August 2013 @ 07:19 pm
[VIDEO / ACTION]

[Really, how could any weekend of piracy be complete without a visit from the legendary Peg-Fist Jack and his vicious crew of miscreants?

He's set on the end of a pier, looking out into the sunset, a bottle of rum and a hefty pewter cup beside him. He's wearing a properly grandiose pirate hat, and a long-sleeved jacket which covers one hand.]

Ah, the sea... she weren't so crowded in my day.

[Neil-- that is, Jack, and the inexplicable (and thankfully temporary) peg-fist for which he's known-- will have been out and about all weekend, drinking and eating and whiling away his time in the bars down by the waterfront, or he'll have been found aboard his ship-- small, compared to some others, but fast and well-armed.

Fortunately, the crew is coming off a good season, and he's more inclined to seek entertainment than conflict. Feel free to hit him up at any point over the weekend, just about anywhere, if you are so inclined.]


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Neil Perry
06 July 2013 @ 06:24 pm
I'm not quite sure if this counts as things going back to normal, but I guess it's close enough to normal. It's almost a relief when we have Visitors' Days after the really bad curses-- I always wondered if that was a reward for getting through it, maybe, a way to keep us all from really going nuts.

I've never thought of myself as being stuck here, because... well, because it's home now, and I don't mind that... but I always like seeing old friends. And new ones.

So, welcome. I'm glad to see you all.

[ooc; please no duplicate neils (tho facedoubles are always welcome), and no outright telling him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, anything goes! <3 BACKDATING WELCOME FOREVER]

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Neil Perry
[ VOICE ]

[A familiar tone, a rather less familiar voice. Unless you remember the last time this happened. Or you knew him before his voice changed. But that's unfair. He never sounded quite this girly. Mostly.]

You know, I'm not sure I've ever seen this happen by itself-- the curse, I mean. I've seen it on the weekends when we have mixed curses-- I've been cursed before, even-- but being this widespread... I can't recall.

[Siiiigh.]

It's not terrible, it's just... uncomfortable, not being myself.


[ooc; open to action at the bookshop if you like. Replies from [personal profile] girls_at_welton <3]

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Neil Perry
16 April 2013 @ 10:36 pm
The air is yet a little chill, but the sun streams brightly enough to make up for it. This dream starts between the roots of a great tree-- too wide around for five men to circle it with their arms, and even half a dozen would have to stretch. Its branches start low, arching and splitting and reaching to claw the clear sky, as brilliantly blue as it ever has been. They're still largely bare, neither leaf nor bud, but the scent of life is in the air. The soil beneath your feet is dark and rich, a few bedraggled strands of half-dead grass interspersed with the shadows of branches.

A little distance away, where the sun streams unhindered, a riotous crowd of flowers is starting to rise. Crocuses of every color, the blinding green of new growth on low bushes, the heady scent of lilac. Daffodils stretch their yellow maws toward the sun. A hundred thousand other wildflowers creep along the withered grass and claw their way out of the earth, some seasonable and others not; some familiar, others strange. The further from the tree, the greater the quantity; soon enough your line-of-sight fails, blocked out by the rising curtain of wild color. There is, for all intents, nothing in the distance.

And now, perhaps, you might notice a splash of color on the tree. Hanging from a low branch is a crown of twigs and dry branches, twined with a rose vine which trails down to root in the earth. These flowers, too, are in luscious bloom; the petals are colored a pale green, their perfume delicate but oddly energizing.

The roots and branches, over here, are gently sloped and close together. If you squint, they almost form a staircase, winding its way up and around the tree...

[ooc; separate threads will be considered separate incidents with different people, unless otherwise arranged, and will pan out differently for everyone <3 No continuity expected and OPEN to ALL comers. Extremely backdating friendly!]

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Neil Perry
On second thought, I think I'll keep the store closed today-- the books aren't in the best mood, apparently, with this curse. A novel I was trying to shelve nearly took my finger. And I can't seem to tell which ones are safe and which aren't, until it's too late.

Which means, I guess, I've got an unexpected day off. What should I do with it?


[ooc; backdated to this morning! /)_-]

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Neil Perry
This is always my favorite curse to wake up to. These aren't as regular as the other weekends, but I guess it's about time you all came calling. I hadn't realized it'd been so long since the last.

If we haven't met yet, I'm Neil. Welcome to the City. It's kind of a strange place, but don't worry, most of you are probably only going to be visiting for a few days.

If we have met, I'm glad you've dropped by! I'll be at the bookstore most of the day, if you'd like to visit.


[ooc; please no duplicate neils (tho facedoubles are welcome), and no outright telling him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, anything goes! <3 BACKDATING WELCOME FOREVER, I will be out much of today so expect some delays, darlings.]



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Neil Perry
[2:13] God, i just love slightly insecure guys with hearts of gold and giant penises.

[2:20] I didn't post that!

[2:21] I didn't write it at all!


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Neil Perry
[ VIDEO | Backdated to this afternoon ]

[The image is a bit dark and a little wobbly, but the focus is pretty obvious: an enormous bull, standing in the middle of a very narrow space lined with books. From offscreen, Neil narrates:]

I think he wandered in about an hour ago-- I heard the bell on the door and looked up and there he was.

[The bull turns his head towards the camera slowly, snorts, and goes back to nosing idly at the shelf.]

I'm calling him Ferdinand, maybe it'll be a good influence. But unless he gets tired and leaves, I'm not really sure what to do... I'd close up early but I don't want to leave him trapped here.

[Briefly, Neil turns the camera on himself, looking a bit perplexed.]

Does anyone have any ideas? Maybe we could... lure him out?

[ooc; posted during business hours at the bookstore ;3 Link is totally ooc and only there for your viewing pleasure. <3]

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Neil Perry
25 November 2012 @ 04:56 pm
I think I'm just glad that it's only the furniture that's edible; it's pretty harmless, though everything is kind of sticky. And fragile. I broke a leg off a chair-- not to eat it, I slipped on some icing on the floor and tried to catch myself on it. Though, since it's already broken...

Anyway. I can't believe we're past Thanksgiving already! I didn't say anything on Thursday, but well, I'm still thankful for everything I have here. I've been here for... gosh, three and a half years now, I think, and I still think it's worth it. So I'm thankful for that too.

And I'm really glad, still, to have the opportunity to do the things I want to, here. Which brings up a question for you, City:

What should our next play be?



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Neil Perry
These are always my favorite days, and I think maybe, right now this is just the kind of thing we need.

It's a nice day, and if we've got visitors it means there's not a curse. I think maybe I won't open the store-- unless anyone really wants to visit it, I mean-- and just spend the day out.

And of course, for all of you who're only here for a day or two-- I hope you enjoy your stay.



[ooc; please no duplicate neils, and no outright telling him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, anything goes! <3 BACKDATING WELCOME]

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Neil Perry
[VIDEO / OPEN ACTION]

[Out in one of the green parts of the City-- some small field in the park, some stretch of grass-- a device has been dropped. The camera catches a long stretch of brown-furred leg as the dropper jumps back, half-trips over his own feet, then stands at attention to stare at something offscreen.

After a moment, he crouches down, front legs splayed flat with his back still in the air, and barks softly. Something-- a stick-- sails through the air, and the big brown dog leaps up to catch it smartly in his mouth.]


C'mon! Bring it back!

[Someone calls from offscreen, the voice faint with distance. The dog drops the stick at his feet and sits primly, grinning. After a moment he lifts his head and swings it over his shoulder, a strangely un-doglike gesture. You come here.]

You're terrible at this,

[Calls the voice again. The dog barks; it sounds suspiciously like a laugh.]



[ooc; backdated to yesterday, please, because i am awful. Feel free to encounter him out and about, pretty much anywhere~ This post's title comes from here :3]

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Neil Perry
I wrote a poem
           with no words
Whispered it into your lips
           Only to find, already,
you knew it by my heart.

                        02.16.2011


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Neil Perry
I always wonder why it is that some of us can stay here, and others only come to visit. I mean, I'm glad that people who don't want to live in the City don't have to stay, but it seems like some of you enjoy visiting. But maybe I'm just being greedy. It's strange having friends you only see every few months.

I'm late in welcoming you all, but I hope you won't hold that against me.



ooc deets! )

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Neil Perry
[ACCIDENTAL AUDIO]

--did a better job of it, you know. If only for a couple of days.

[Quietly, Neil's talking to... well, it's probably obvious. He doesn't sound angry; just a bit sad. Weary. It's been a long day, already. Now he pauses, listening to something inaudible.]

Not so badly after all, apparently. I almost wish you would come, just to visit-- to see what I've managed here. I think some of it-- some of it-- you'd have to be proud of. You would. At least a little bit.

[Another long pause.]

Well, of course not. [A sigh.] I'm trying to read, all right? You aren't real. Go away.

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Neil Perry
I should know better than to try to schedule things on weekends-- any weekends, because even if I were able to keep track of these, there's usually something-- but it's nice to wake up and find, at least, that brunch is still on as planned.

I was just saying, the other week-- I can't remember who I was talking to-- how easy it is to fall out of touch and forget to just have normal days, when nothing's really normal here. Just see people, spend time with them, without the City's insanity getting in the way. Curses or not, I think that's my plan for the day.


[OPEN ACTION]

[The tricky thing about being cursed, of course, is that more often than not you have no idea anything's off; which is why, after brunch with his ersatz "father" and "step-mother," Neil is casual and comfortable, wandering around town with a somewhat stricken-looking Todd, trying to catch the other young man's hand in his own.]


tl;dr details )

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Neil Perry
Yes, I will be filming your final scenes and monologues. It's for grading purposes. No, I am not going to put them up on the Network. No, we don't watch them at the staff party. Yes, I will give you five minutes to fix your makeup, if you must.

I won't tell you not to be nervous, because I have enough confidence in your talents to make up for any courage you might lack. It would be bad luck to wish you good luck, so I'll simply say, break a leg.


[ooc; Neil, aged up, is a drama teacher Westerberg High School; I never made it to the plotting meme but feel free to be students / colleagues / etc! Replies coming from [personal profile] to_live_deep. Pretend this was a bit earlier~ backdating is welcome and likely <33]

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Neil Perry
[Accidentally Posted]
Dear
Father,

By the time I know you must be angry, and I don't blame you for that. I
am sorry. I'm writing to tell you that I wish things could have been different say thank you, for everything you've done for me. I know it must seem like I'm not I don't appreciate it; but I do know how much you've given, what you've sacrificed for me.

I'm sorry it has to be this way. I hope someday you'll forgive me, and we can see each other again.

Please don't look for us me.

Love Since-- [fades into illegibility]


[Open Action]

While his second-class accommodations aren't the most lavish on the ship, they're fancy enough that Neil doesn't take them for granted; and a long voyage is a rare enough treat that he's not going to waste it brooding over what to tell his father.

Instead he spends the day wandering everywhere he can, taking it all in.



[ooc; struck text is visible as just that-- words scratched out in the course of writing. Shipboard action available, just about anywhere a second-class passenger would be found during the day! background & ooc arranging is here <3 Obviously earlier in the day etc etc sorry.]

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Neil Perry
[VOICE | Glass City (but not for long)]

I know this isn't the safest thing, and I'm sorry if it upsets anyone. But... well.

If you haven't heard, they've said that the price for going over to the Desert is this: every hour spent there means one more day you'll have to stay in the City.

[A long pause.]

Anyway, Todd and Justin and I are going to cross over. For a while, anyway. [Which means as long as they can get away with it, racking up time, but he doesn't feel like he needs to say it.] We'll bring over anything we can get that it seems like people might need-- bottles of water, and food, and things like that-- but if anyone there can hear this, if there's anything special that we wouldn't think of... Try to let us know, and we'll do what we can.

[Another long pause. Then, quietly:]

Good luck, everyone.


[ooc; this would've been posted earlier today, so all comments will be still from Glass as they prep to go over, unless otherwise noted. ♥]

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Neil Perry
Before you ask, as someone always does: I would have announced auditions this weekend, for the play, but I think under the circumstances it might be better to hold off until things are back to normal. I love when everyone comes to visit, but it does make it difficult to get work done! And I don't know that the announcement would be as widely noticed today.

Besides, I'm not sure I could concentrate; I'd much rather just visit with everyone.

Welcome to the City, if you haven't been here before-- and if you have, welcome back!



[ooc: Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't outright tell him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, s'all good. ALSO this post is as always eternally backdating friendly! This is Neil's faaaavorite so do come play 8)]

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Neil Perry
ACTION;

[Neil is in high spirits this afternoon as he braves the weather and the curses, heading in for his shift at the bookstore. His cheeks are flushed from cold even before the first time someone catches him under a wily sprig of waxy berries, and really, it's easy enough to laugh it off in the name of holiday cheer and common City shenanigans, so that's what he does.

Inside the bookstore, of course, there are all sorts of places for an enterprising plant to grow...]


TEXT / PRIVATE TO TODD )


[ooc; Plz pretend this was earlier. Feel free to hit him up anywhere, on his way there / back / in store, whatevs. I will be sloooow but I will tag back, I promise! <333]
 
 
Neil Perry
Whatever this curse is-- people are saying dreams, but I'm not sure that I'd call it a dream-- it's... strange. It seems so real; and I know that in dreams, at least, dreams always seem real, no matter how ridiculous they are, but it's something different.

I dreamed-- I think-- let's call it a vision. It's hard to remember now, it was all so confused at the time and I don't think I understand any of it. But then, I was flying. That part I remember... But... something went wrong.

It felt real, real enough... I was screaming, I must have been screaming, I thought I was hurt, I was halfway out the door to the hospital when I realized I was fine.

I guess... be careful, is what I wanted to say. It would be easy to get caught up in whatever this is.

It still hurts, almost.


[ooc; Neil is experiencing the loss of [livejournal.com profile] greding's ear~]
 
 
Neil Perry
I think I'm getting sick.

I woke up just feeling-- I don't know, lethargic, and I'm not hungry... I think I need to stay in bed a while.

Billy? Can you cover the store for... I hope, just a couple of days? I don't want to give anyone else my cold...


[ooc; oh, yes, Neil is sick... with vampirism. He won't go all explode-in-sunlight but he's a bit more sensitive to light, a lot paler, and totally not interested in solid food. He'll figure it out in a couple of days... >3]
 
 
Neil Perry
Well, it's always nice to see everyone-- I'm afraid I haven't made so much progress on getting the next play together since last time you all came, but maybe we can time it, now, for next time.

But I'm glad you've come, of course. I always am.


[ooc: standard disclaimer applies! Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't outright tell him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, s'all good. ALSO this post is as always eternally backdating friendly! Hit me, bb!

EXTRA BONUS POINTS FOR VISITING CASTMATES? 8D who will be kept forever chained to the carousel]
 
 
Neil Perry
06 September 2011 @ 09:57 pm
[AUDIO;]

Teach me to love? Go teach thyself more wit.
I, chief professor, am of it.
The god of love, if such a thing there be,
may learn to love from me.
 
 
Neil Perry
[ VOICE / MUSIC / ACTION ]

[Anyone dropping by the Bilton and Scaggs bookstore today is in for a surprise; a section of the usually book-cluttered counter has been cleared off to hold a record player and surprisingly large stack of records, with a Network device propped precariously by it to broadcast what's playing.

In fact, Neil has turned the bookstore into an impromptu radio station for the day, and will be sharing a mixture of 50's music, poetry readings, and on-air conversations-- er, interviews-- with customers if he feels like it.]




That was Buddy Holly and the Crickets, with That'll Be the Day, here on WDPS. Stay around for a Poetry break... but first, another little something from home...







[ooc; NETWORK or ACTION replies welcome! If action, we could "broadcast" conversations if you like. XD I will be posting more music/poems/etc in comments, and trying to keep the playlist below updated with the assorted things he's broadcasting ALL DAY LONG.]


PLAYLIST | work in progress )
 
 
Neil Perry
[AUDIO]

--you're an eleven, at least.

[There's a pause, and then--]

Oh, God, did this thing turn o--

[CLICK.]



[ooc; Neil is affected by Hot or Not? today 8)]
 
 
Neil Perry
I do think it's funny that our parents act like this is some kind of break. I'm on the soccer team at school, I'm on the soccer team here; I get up early at school, I get up early here; swim in the lake at school... you get the idea. But it's not so bad. It beats summer school, anyway. Not that that's saying much.

[ Private to Todd | easily hackable ]

I have the book with me, think we could sneak off after the campfire and all?



[ooc; ....impromptu Dead Poets meeting in the woods, anyone? :D]
 
 
Neil Perry
I'm always glad to see this, but it's a doubly welcome change from the past week. I didn't really try to leave the City while it was... moving, I suppose you could say, but from everything I read and saw on the Network it didn't seem like the other worlds were any safer than the City.

It makes me wish I'd had a chance to finish my story, for the collection Rosella was talking about... At least then I'd have something interesting to share with you all, instead of just a greeting.

But as it is, that's all I have to offer. Welcome to the City, or welcome back.


[ooc; please imagine this was posted earlier /)_- as ever: Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't outright tell him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, s'all good. ALSO this post is as always eternally backdating friendly!]
 
 
Neil Perry
[ACCIDENTAL AUDIO;]

[The device catches the tail end of a conversation-- one which wouldn't seem out of place, if certain doctors weren't indisposed.]

--sides, we always see an increase in admissions on these weekends.

[Whatever is said in answer isn't audible. Dr. Perry sighs softly.]

Just keep him stable until midnight, what else can we do?

[Click.]


|[ooc; ROAD NOT TAKEN. ) Comments from [livejournal.com profile] dr_doppelganger.]|
 
 
Neil Perry
NEIL PERRY

"And so good night unto you all..."

1942-1959 -- 2009-2011




[ooc; posted without his knowledge! /edits to add title & tags]
 
 
Neil Perry
27 February 2011 @ 10:11 am
I won't waste time, since these never last long enough to spend as much time as i'd like with all the people who've come to visit.

Who's here? Death, Life? Justin? Charlie? Anyone from home? Anyone I haven't met yet? I'm always glad for the company. Not that the City's boring, it never is, but you can never meet enough new people, I think!




[ooc: standard disclaimer applies! Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't outright tell him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, s'all good. ALSO this post is as always eternally backdating friendly! Hit me, bb!]
 
 
Neil Perry
[Accidental Video]

[There is a girl on your screen. She's not doing anything particularly interesting. With her chin propped up on a hand, she's reading a book, looking a little bit cross. She's wearing a collared white shirt, too big in some places and too small in others, the wrinkled sleeves rolled up to the elbow. And she's sitting at a counter in a dim space in what's probably a store, judging by the vague shapes of shelves in the background.

Those who frequent it might recognize the shop as a certain second-hand bookstore. Whether that's enough information to work out why the young lady looks so annoyed, though, is a different matter...]


[ooc; backdated to earlier today, replies from [livejournal.com profile] girls_at_welton ♥ open to action in the store, too!]
 
 
Neil Perry
22 December 2010 @ 10:26 am
[Even if he had noticed today's curse-- which he hasn't, not yet-- Neil would still be out and about, because really it isn't so bad to have a little Christmas cheer and a peck on the cheek is hardly the end of the world. But Neil hasn't been a victim yet, as he leaves his building and heads for the bookstore, and he's too preoccupied and sulky to notice much of what's going on around him.

Neil's not looking particularly festive, because black and blue aren't Christmas colors. He's got some visible, impressive bruises on his face and collarbone, and the fact that he's walking a bit gingerly suggests he's not much better from the neck down. There's an as-yet unnoticed spot of blood (else he'd have taken care of it) on the collar of his jacket. He's not badly hurt enough to beg off work, though, so he's bravely soldiering onward.]




[ooc; feel free to run into Neil just about anywhere- on his way to work, at the bookstore, his way home tonight. i am easy. also, he got trampled yesterday~ so be gentle ;3]
 
 
Neil Perry
I was just thinking to myself, how strange it is that November's nearly over, how quickly time passes some months. Usually the nice ones go faster than the awful ones, and I guess for me at least November's been pretty much one of the nice ones.

And then, this is one of my favorite things to wake up to. I'm glad to see you all, always, though I wish you could've come a few weeks ago to see the last play! I feel like I always end up having it just a little too early...



[ooc; Neil's faaavorite curse. please no other Neils, there's really nothing to spoil, I'd prefer no outright LOL U DON'T EXISTs but he's pretty resilient so, have fun. <3 EDIT: sleep needs to happen, back inna morn! Troll boldly, my darlings!]
 
 
Neil Perry
There’s a little light coming in through the windows; it’s soft and muffled, moonbeams and streetlamps reflecting off the snow. That’s still falling, in fat, fluffy flakes; it’s piling against the side of the house, covering the bare branches of trees outside. If you press your hand against the glass you can feel how cold it is. It’s all right in here-- not cold, but not really warm, either; it’s indifferent, if a room can be indifferent. The walls without windows are lined with bookshelves, heavy with leather-backed tomes, though the light’s too dim to make out titles. There are a few rich-looking chairs, but if you try them they’re not terribly comfortable.

The door is unlocked, but should you try to open it there’s... nothing. Just a hollow darkness, with no floor should you slide a foot out onto it. This isn’t a way out. So there’s just the empty room; the chairs and the big desk, and the wall behind it, spattered with something dark and faintly gleaming.



[ooc; open to all! different threads will be treated as different instances, unless otherwise arranged. be aware that all threads may deal with disturbing themes :( may be slow, will always backdate]
 
 
 
Neil Perry
[Anonymous Voice Post is Anonymous!]

[There's a pause before he begins speaking in a stage whisper theoretically designed to disguise his voice. If you know him (or his brother, for that matter,) it might be obvious; but really, it's for effect. Don't stifle his flair for the dramatic okay.]

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.

We of the Dead Poets believe that, although our academic pursuits are a matter of great importance, such work is not what we live for; poetry, passion, the appreciation of beauty, are what keep us from being bound to lives of quiet desperation.

So tell me, gentlemen, ladies-- can you keep a secret?


[In addition, one might find here and there random bits of poetry-- mostly of the Romantic era-- chalked unobtrusively on walls and sidewalks, occasionally 'signed' with the initials DPS, or the words Dead Poets Society.

Any student of any school who expresses interest in this post-- anyone he can identify, anyway-- will be slipped a piece of paper at some point with a few lines of Coleridge and a time tomorrow evening written on it.]




[ooc; All replies will be text or the same 'anonymous' whisper >3 Neil's AU bio is over hyar, along with all my others. ^_^ a-as always please don't fourth-wall the Dead Poets :X Todd will be posting re: the meeting tomorrow!]
 
 
Neil Perry
[These Wanted Posters have been popping up, though no one's quite sure where they came from or who's put forth this bounty.]

Cut for Size & Silliness )

[Continuing the bold tales of the fiercest nonexistant pirates the City has never known, Neil, Rosella and Todd will be swashbuckling their way about the seas of the City tomorrow. Feel free to try and catch them... if you dare... but be forewarned; great pirates (even nonexistant ones) become great pirates by never getting caught.]
 
 
Neil Perry
[VIDEO / OPEN ACTION]


[With some scratching and fluttering the device is switched on to show... a bird! rather precariously perched on the edge of a desk.



He doesn't say anything, just spreads and flutters his wings before resettling and regaining his balance. He pauses there for a moment, chirps, and then leaps airward and heads for the open window.]


[ooc; Open for random action as he flies around, or i guess video responses later, but he can't talk much <333 so action's prolly more interesting. :D alsopleasepretendthiswasearlier <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
I think this is a pretty nice curse; I've seen some pictures I recognize, and some with people I recognize, and I guess as long as there's nothing too bad out there you might as well enjoy it. I mean, with how long some people have been here-- and since some people can't leave-- it's nice to have that reminder I think.

I am a little confused by this one, though.

not cut IC )

That's not me-- I mean, I know that sometimes there are a lot of people here who look like me, but that almost seems like it could have been. In a play or something I mean.

Strange.

Anyway I hope everyone is enjoying this as much as they can... I'm trying to keep track of ones with people I know, in case they'd like to keep them. If anyone finds pictures of mine-- if you can tell-- I would like to see them.

[Private to Billy;]

I'm pretty sure this is yours-- I wasn't sure you'd want it anywhere where everyone could see, so. Yeah.


[ooc; here are Neil's pictures if you'd like to find; if there's anything you want him to see feel free to pooke me.

EDIT; must be off, more tomorrow bbz <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
31 March 2010 @ 11:10 pm
I guess killing sheep for their blood isn't all that different from killing sheep, or cows, or anything else to eat them; but somehow it seems like a bigger deal. Maybe because most people don't have to do it themselves to get meat, and it's one of those things where not thinking about it makes it easier to go on with your life.

I couldn't do it, I'm glad that some people are able to. For my own sake and for everyone else who can't. Or wouldn't.

Anyway, I'm not exactly sure what we're supposed to be protecting ourselves from, but if it really works I guess it's worth while. An only child counts as first born, after all. But that sounds selfish, putting it that way.

I'll be glad when this is over.
 
 
Neil Perry
[Audio; filtered away from Billy and Todd]

[He sounds a little shaky. Good luck getting him to explain that, he won't.]

I-is there... Can I stay with someone tonight?

[ooc; after this, which is still in progress. XD also brb inna few~ <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
[VIDEO;]
[Blurry hands cover the picture first as Neil positions the camera on some surface, then draws back and sits in front of it. He looks resigned; this isn't a post he wants to make, but since he has no choice he's trying to be dignified about it.

On his shirt, on the left breast just above his heart, a bright, ornate, scarlet S is embroidered. He looks down at it, tugs absently at his loosed collar; if you've got a keen eye, you might see the same mark stained on his skin. It's inescapable.]


I was going to talk about something nice. I wanted to see if anyone wanted to have a big snowball fight later this week, since winter's almost over and it seems a shame not to have one and I did promise someone I would. [Neil smiles, a little weakly. He's killing time, postponing the inevitable, and he knows it.] So who's in? I was thinking Friday maybe, as long as it doesn't get any warmer before then.

[He nods, looking a little better now. Having managed to say his piece in spite of the compulsion to talk about his letter makes him feel a little less powerless, though he isn't eager to discuss the mark.]

So. The curse.

[He hesitates, takes a breath.]

I get this one, I never read the book actually but I know what it means. It isn't a secret, even if I don't like talking about it... I'm not proud. But I won't lie, either.

S, for suicide.

[Relieved, his cursed duty discharged, Neil leans forward and hurriedly turns off the camera.]


[ooc; comments could potentially contain disturbing material, idk.]
 
 
Neil Perry
This seems to be an okay month after all, at least for me. So far. The Paris thing was kind of strange, but I liked it a lot, even if I didn't really get much done. Reading poetry in some cozy little café is a nice way to spend a weekend. I was me, even if I wasn't quite myself. That happened before and I didn't like it, but this time I don't think I really mind.

And then there's this! Which I like, even if it's confusing sometimes. Welcome to the City, new people! Is this what the deities decided to do for Valentine's Day? I like it a lot better than some of the other ideas people came up with...


[ooc; as usual: please no duplicate Neils, don't let him know he isn't real, otherwise pretty much everything goes. <3 Will be out for a while, will continue tagging for as long as necessary <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
[The snowy expanse stretches as far as you can see, which really isn't very far at all. Fat flakes are falling heavily, reducing anything more than a few feet away to an indistinct gray mist. A dark bulk looms in one direction; a house, perhaps. It has the air of Wordsworth's peak, silent but purposeful, rising from the earth to trouble men's dreams.

Nearer, there is a tree, and in the lower branches of the tree Neil is perched. He's bare to the waist and crowned with branches and blood-bright berries. He doesn't seem bothered by the cold in the least, paging through a heavy old book. The cover's too worn to read; the pages out of focus or blank if you look over his shoulder, but that doesn't bother him either. He doesn't know he's dreaming; at least, not yet.]




[ooc; neil's inner symbolism is a little muddled these days, this could go either way as a good or a bad dream. separate threads considered separate incidents with different people, unless otherwise arranged <3 No continuity expected and OPEN to ALL comers <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
It's been a while since I wrote anything here, probably because I was kidnapped by pirates and they cut off my little finger to keep me from typing up a 'help' message. It's not so bad. You get used to it after a while. I mean, I'm used to feeling a little underequipped because I only have two arms and two legs, but I was raised by tarantulas, so my brothers and sisters always got around a lot better than I did.

One thing you don't get to do, being raised by tarantulas, is travel a lot... And in that department pirates definitely know how to do things. I think if they'd explained the situation to me-- that in exchange for my swabbing the deck and cooking and doing other chores, they'd take me around to see the whole world-- I probably would have gone along with them willingly. Really, there was no reason to raze the town and put Mr. Nolan in irons.

Anyway, I hope you're all doing well, in spite of things. It looks like some people are cursed, which really isn't surprising. I'm glad when I found the fountain of youth, that it took away my ability to be cursed, that's really made life a lot easier since. Take that, Ponce de León.



[EDIT; tarantulas. srsly.]