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]

[Community Post]
 
 
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
[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
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
[VOICE;]

[After a long pause, sounding rather tired...]

...We'll have to recast Lady Bracknell.


[click.]




[ooc; sad neil is sad ;_;]
 
 
Neil Perry
I don't know what's coming, or really what to expect, but I think everyone's right in what they've said-- that it's better to try and be prepared, even if you end up not needing to be, than not.

So, for the next few days at least all rehearsals we've scheduled are canceled-- if you still want to meet to work on lines, that's fine, but I don't want people having to make the choice between that and getting ready for the storm, whatever that might be.

And...

Well, good luck I suppose.


[ooc; ...as a side note AFAIK we don't have a player character for Merriman, yet, so feel free to hit up the play post or me on AIM or something if you're interested ;D otherwise I'm going to assume it's NPC'd <3 Will try not to be too sporadic on tags, sobbb.]
 
 
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
[The recording kicks off with some swift, shallow breaths, and a distant dry rumble-- the sound of dirt settling as it pours through a now-open door.]

I-I'm not sure where this goes. But I guess this is the only way out there is, so.

[Neil pauses. Given what he's heard-- what Cain said-- it's hard to be convinced that this pile of earth leads anywhere he wants to go. It's ironic; he's in the room where he died, facing what might be a grave, and though he ought to be dead he isn't. If he doesn't make it--

He takes a deep breath.]


I'll... try. I hope I see you all soon.

Okay.



[ooc; slow tags for a bit. Action for Todd, voice replies for others assumed to be after he gets hisself together <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
[Audio]

I didn't mean to go through. I was only trying to see if I could find Anne, and while I was looking in it's like it moved to swallow me up and.

[There's a pause here as Neil tries to collect himself. He's managing not to sniffle, but not even trying to hide how distraught he is.]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know I'd fall through.

I want to come back. Please. I don't want to be here.
 
 
Neil Perry
05 October 2009 @ 02:36 pm
There's something wrong-- I'd think it was a curse except Todd was fine before he went out to find Rosella, and... now... She was like this too-- confused and quiet and just not right. I dunno if he caught it from her, or what-- both of them just say that the Deities did it, but they won't say what they did.

He won't talk, not unless I ask him a question and even then he says so little... he's always quiet but not like this, this isn't right... And he just... sits there. Didn't even go to bed until I suggested the idea.

Please... I don't know what's wrong, I don't know what to do...



[ooc; Todd went out to find Rosella and ended up getting his heart stolen. Neil? not happy. crai]
 
 
Neil Perry
That curse, did it really mean--

Does that mean I'm oh god I can't even say that I can't think that maybe--

I hope no one puts that idea into his head, I don't want him to think-- to be angry at me and.

oh god.



Things here are never quite what I expect them to be. Which I usually like, but those things yesterday were creepy. I managed to keep away from them, mostly, and shooed a couple of them out when they slipped through the open door, so I didn't lose any teeth. Still, I'm kind of bothered by the thought of those things crawling under pillows... I mean, it's just your parents who do that when you're little, really, but I can't help imagining it.

I haven't really written anything here since that one ridiculous curse. I think I've apologized to everyone I spoke to, but, just in case, all of that was nonsense and I wasn't raised by spiders. Obviously. And to the best of my knowledge Todd has never been an astronaut.



[ooc; 'And pour the waters of--'... Strikes are not written he is just panicking. <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
Private; hackable )

Filtered to the Deities )

If I made a fool of myself the other day, I'm sorry about it. I really didn't know I was cursed.


[ooc; on top of the Road Not Taken curse, he found this ;_; aaaangsssst. tags may be spotty for a while, costumewerk /m/,]