The Corinthian (2.0)
19 August 2010 @ 03:35 pm
contact : messaging : trolling  
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[Cryptic and distorted voice.]




HeLlO. I wAnT tO pLaY a GaMe.

Aw I'm just bullshitting you! Leave a fucking message.

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LABEL MESSAGES AS TEXT, TXT MSG, OR AUDIO. EVERYTHING IS PRIVATE, NO PARTY LINES.
Also a shameless excuse to thread when there are no new entries.
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
12 August 2008 @ 11:09 am
 
Fuck Casablanca.
Fuck Bonnie & Clyde.
Fuck Titanic.
Fuck Sleepless in Seattle.
Fuck Gone With the Wind.
Fuck Ghost.
Fuck Pretty Woman.
Fuck Dirty Dancing.
Fuck Grease.
And fuck West Side Story!

I need a gun. Now.

[ooc: Cuffed to The Romantic!]
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
06 August 2008 @ 01:36 pm
 
Dear Cori,

This is it, Cori. This is all that there is; I know it’s hard. I hope that by the time you’ve gotten this letter, you’ve started to move on, but maybe that’s too much to ask. I know that’s the problem with eternity. Mundies have it much easier, as if they don’t take as long to get over things.

But if it means anything to you.

I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. I was never really very sexual, and I still don’t consider myself very sexual, because there’s only one person I really ever have sex with. You open me up, you see me whole. You appreciate the fighter and the musician and you know, you’ve always known, that despite the fact that I don’t want this war, that I had to go. And most importantly, you’re satisfied with the office clerk in me, the boy who never was good at love or glory or passion. You’re satisfied with that, and that is the greatest gift you could ever give me.

So I can only give you everything of me.

It’s very late, while I’m writing this. It’s very quiet in the house, and you’re fast asleep. I’m crying because I can’t bear to think of how lonely you’ll be. I don’t want you to be lonely, Cori.

I said if you ever treated me badly I’d put you in the doghouse; and I still adhere to that. But you’ve been the most loyal and loving nightmare I’ve ever known (nevermind you’re the only nightmare I’ve ever known) and with the exception of a few rare instances of your brilliant idiocy, I’ve never wanted you out of my life.

I will remember you forever. Even if I die at war, even if I cannot dream, even if I live until the sun dies, I will remember you.

You’ve put part of me at peace, and I will always be with you.

After this letter, there isn’t much left to keep you engaged, but I hope that hunting for them, looking for them has kept you from being miserable. Please try and be okay, Cori. Let someone else in. Friendship can only help.

Love,

Boy Blue


I despise you.

[ooc: Strikeouts NOT there. Thing from Constantine dead buried in the middle of the street, except it's not quite real so he's even more pissed! Approach with caution.]
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
22 July 2008 @ 03:17 pm
 
Did
John Constantine
Sakurazuka Seishirou (orally)
Saya Wallace
Lee Nicholas
Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Jack Harkness
Almond Joy Goldenboy Baby Boy Blue

Declined
Walter Dornez (civilly)
Christopher Styles (civilly)
Cain Hargreaves (ambiguously)
Logan (unconsciously)
Peter Pevensie (violently)

To Do
Peter Pevensie (Strike 1)
Alfons Heiderich (thanks Faye)
Ishiah
Taejo Togokhan
Racer X
Han Solo

- buy milk
- buy cigarettes
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
11 July 2008 @ 06:38 pm
 
Got a problem? Take a fucking number.
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
02 July 2008 @ 02:52 pm
 
Kids are fucking annoying.

They're hungry. They ask questions. And they don't shut up.

What the hell do I do with it?
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
22 June 2008 @ 04:48 pm
Episode 17: everybody does it  
So you want to play the gossip game?

A good quarter of you will get killed. You'll underestimate someone or something and find yourself without your head. But 99.9% of you will come back from the dead a day later. Half of you will figure out this is a great way to explore suicide-by-cop. A lot of you forget, once you die here you don't get to leave.

One third of you don't want to fucking leave anyway. You've found a place you can call home where you can do what you want when you want and without anyone to tell you otherwise. Scratch that, people here take advantage of free speech on a daily basis. They'll tell you what they think you should do. But you don't have to listen and hell, you could always kill them. Or fuck them.

If your worst enemy lives here, there's a 50/50 chance you will have fucked them at least once during your stay. There's a 70/30 chance you'll reach second base and kissing them is practically City tradition, whether they're male or female.

But only 10% of you are tried and true homosexuals. The majority of you are bisexual, and if you're not you can bet your ass the City will make you try it as some point.

Most of you won't leave this place a virgin but that's okay. The probability of you getting laid here is 5x the probability of you getting laid in your homeworld. It's a given. Seriously. Still none of you will admit you masturbate.

None of you will admit you elected Seras Victoria for her tits.

Today's Playlist:
"Somebody Told Me" The Killers
"I Kissed A Girl" Katy Perry
"A Man Inside My Mouth" The Cure
"Institutionalized" Suicidal Tendencies
"Back from the Dead" House of Pain

Radio Notes )
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
18 June 2008 @ 04:06 pm
 
Today's a good day to be a nightmare.
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
12 June 2008 @ 04:52 pm
 
Bowling = Not a sport.

Mini-Golf = Not a sport.

I'm proud to fucking race.

PS. Lee should judge. I'll set the stage up.
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
01 June 2008 @ 04:43 pm
 
What happened yesterday?

It sounds like I missed a free dinner.
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
25 May 2008 @ 05:28 pm
Episode 15: you is what you is  
Did you know behavior is the result of two different forces, one invariant and the other a finely textured elaboration? You interpret the latter as your freedom of choice, your ability to respond in an intelligent and judicious manner. You govern it by your perception of each circumstance and its conditions.

The biological direction in love and hate is the same. Hate's the attractive force of love, deflected or reflected. You the subject are drawn towards the object, but equally repelled, inhibited, or stopped. You the subject are caught in the destructive intent of hate. It's attraction, but the physical response turns what would otherwise be love, into hate. One biological direction pushes fear and anger. It's repulsion or retreat. After you take circumstance and judgment into account, what could be your fear could become your anger. Fear powers the physical approach of attack. If the only escape route's through danger, nature takes that direction with an angry tooth and nail.

Thought's the mental process that reserves judgment and resolves problems. Thought's hallmark is equitability. It's this problem resolving ability in you that determines your worth to humanity. Whether you sense emotion in others or yourself, it plays out on a stage of awareness. The procedure's virtually invisible, but you're aware that in thinking, something is taking place, even when you've reached a conundrum. Emotional displays provide a window over the process of your thought, if you care to read it, because the anatomy of emotion maps your thought.

You can see through that window and it presents you the challenge to recreate not just the likeness of your physical self but also the very intelligence that constitutes your inner essential nature. In art, the task isn't to carve a living figure; it's to carve a figure who expresses the capability of forming learned decisions and responses as you do, it's to carve a figure who behaves as you do.

Behavior and emotion is a river that follows a path governed by topographical circumstance. It sends a current in one direction then sends it in another. What've we learned from behavioral reversals and emotional extremes, where our biological directions push from one end of the spectrum to the other? Maybe it's an exercise in self-reflection. Maybe it's an exercise in choice. And for what?

You'd think this City was one big roleplaying game.

Today's Playlist:
"Human Behavior" Björk
"People Are People" Depeche Mode
"Girls and Boys" Blur
"Opposites Attract" Paula Abdul
"Angry Johnny" Poe

Radio Notes )
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
21 May 2008 @ 07:51 pm
 
I'm tired of people licking him like they're on a drive-by. Listen up.

Flavor: Cotton Candy

Price List
1 Green to kiss him on the cheek
1 Blue to kiss him on the lips
1 Violet to lick his face for 10 seconds
1 Indigo to suck on him for 1 minute

These numbers are not open to negotiation.

Fees payable to T. Corinthian.
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The Corinthian (2.0)
18 May 2008 @ 04:34 pm
 
It feels so fucking great to be back in this god damned shit hole full of you assholes. The rest of you sons of bitches need to stop beating off to your Greek tragedy. To the cunt who stole my bike, apology fucking accepted.
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
13 May 2008 @ 09:04 pm
 
To whoever took my bike? Bring her back.

... I won't hurt you, I swear it.
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
11 May 2008 @ 07:13 pm
Episode 14: happiness in slavery  
Have you people tried Lost & Found?

Just keep the faith.

Today's Playlist:
"Shiny Happy People" R.E.M
"La Bamba" Ritchie Valens
"Beautiful Day" U2
"Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" Wham!
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" Bobby McFerrin
"Flashdance... What a Feeling" Irene Cara
"Don't Stop Me Now" Queen
"Feel Good Inc." Gorillaz
"Man, I feel like a Woman" Shania Twain
"Walking On Sunshine" Katrina & The Waves
"Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)" Baz Luhrmann
"Steal My Sunshine" LEN
"Kokomo" Beach Boys
"You Raise Me Up" Josh Groban
"Footloose" Kenny Loggins

Radio Notes )
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
08 May 2008 @ 05:31 pm
 
Do. )

Not. )

Eat. )

My. )

Art. )

Here bitches, the Old Man came through.
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The Corinthian (2.0)
05 May 2008 @ 11:57 am
 
Fortune is glass; just when it gleams brightest it shatters.

Hey Cassidy, you have a moment?
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
03 May 2008 @ 04:15 pm
 
You are a Don't Fuck With Me Seme! )

I'd rather be making lists.
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The Corinthian (2.0)
30 April 2008 @ 04:57 pm
 
No man can hide from his fears. As they're a part of him, they'll always know where he's hiding.
 
 
The Corinthian (2.0)
28 April 2008 @ 06:53 pm
 
The quarry went south down a minor sewer line. He has a little nick, just a flesh wound.

Birdie, I have a treat for you. It's 12ft long, 800lbs, and very fucking dead.