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Pollution || Call me "White"
24 April 2020 @ 11:26 pm
"....oh, is it going? Ah, hullo, you've reached White. I'm working right now--or, doing something, at least--but leave a number and I'll try to call back if this thing doesn't fall apart fir--[BEEP]"



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voice . text . image . e-mail }
!warning: your system may contract viruses!

E-MAIL; onemore_ride@hotmail.com
AIM; White Harbinger
(Yes, IC AIM, feel free to ping if you ever want to chat with him~)
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
12 June 2009 @ 06:27 pm

....well, that was certainly an interesting experience. And meeting new people like that was nice.

But I don't think I want to do that again.

[Locked | Hackable with some amount of skill]
....that man, though. I swear, he felt almost like....

....I don't think he trusts me, either.
 
 
Feel: calm
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
It was only a few moments after their brief conversation when Pollution arrived on the UCLA campus, and tracking down the house the girl had mentioned--he hadn't even asked her name before coming, did he? Hm, he was going to need to fix that--had been almost no trouble at all. So she was in....what was it called. A sorority?

Right, so just power down a bit and knock on the door. He had to admit, seeing people's reactions to being proved wrong was always the best part of these volunteer trips.
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
15 April 2009 @ 05:55 pm


[The webcam clicks on, and almost immediately we see someone offscreen, or at least their pale and ink smudged arm, setting a large, grimy mug of coffee--if any substance that sludgy could even be called coffee--rather haphazardly on the laptop keyboard. Apparently without noticing. Also seen is the edge of a small table, what appears to be part of a couch filling the rest of the screen, and a number of papers, all showing various smudged up maps and blueprints, lying scattered on every available surface.

There's the crinkle of more paper somewhere offscreen, followed by a quiet 'hmm'. Part of another large blueprint falls across the keyboard and mug as it's stretched across the table; this one is also covered in inky smudges, though designs of what look to be large containers of sorts can be seen, as well as a mostly faded "--T  NUCLEA--"]

They're getting better. I'll give them that.

[Flashes of an arm at the very edge of the screen, apparently scribbling things out on the blueprint.] Fail-safes are still pathetic, though. [A soft, breathy laugh.] They can't keep me out forever.

[Another small chuckle, and an arm shuffles the paper around and reaches for the coffee mug again, though instead ends up accidentally knocking it over and spilling the contents all across the keybor--]

[CONNECTION ERROR

user:toxiccrown has been disconnected
User:toxiccrown has logged off]

 
 
Feel: creative
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
15 March 2009 @ 08:54 pm

....have we ever even met a "Zephyrus" before?

This is going to drive me crazy....
 
 
Feel: confused
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
It was still quite cold in London, and would probably stay that way right up until the very end of winter. Possibly even for a while after. But that didn't stop all the various couples wandering out and about from celebrating the holiday. It certainly didn't bother one particular pair walking down the street, who looked just a little out of place in their decidedly non-winter clothing.

Pollution looked over at Jack with a small grin. "You....look nice today."
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
11 February 2009 @ 10:48 pm
I guess this means I should find a mask.

I wonder what happened to that old one I had....
 
 
Feel: thoughtful
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
01 January 2009 @ 10:06 pm

....well this was a bloody fantastic thing to come home to. I had finally gotten it to where it worked just right, and now look at it! It's....it's completely....and my clothes.


War? The next time I see you, I'm going to hurt you, I really will.
 
 
Feel: aggravated
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
27 December 2008 @ 08:45 pm

"Spill at Tennessee Coal Plant Creates Environmental Disaster"


....it was a good way to waste away a few days, at least.
 
 
Feel: content
 
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
23 November 2008 @ 10:17 pm
Well,I think i can finaly hold myself together properyl. But thats the only good thing

this body is stupid.There are no motor skillls to speak og and I can barely understand myslef talk and God knows how inconvineint it is.

i want my old body back



Lucy? Can we go somewhere/
 
 
Feel: aggravated
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"

Huh....browsing around with no destination in mind really does bring up the most interesting things. I stumbled across a few online photo galleries earlier, for Chernobyl, of all places. A lot of pictures of the town, what's left of the reactor....

The people, too. A lot of pictures of the people. It was mostly a show of how the lingering radioactivity has affected and continues to effect them to this day. Humans and animals both suffering everything from various physical mutations to diseases like leukemia. It's absolutely fascinating really, to see that something I've done so long ago is still working even today. I didn't stick around long enough after the disaster to watch the effects happen myself, but....

....it's no wonder Pestilence was so proud of me. Heheh, my first large scale accomplishment....
 
 
Feel: nostalgic
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
30 October 2008 @ 07:55 pm
A masquerade sounds almost fun....
 
 
Feel: bored
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
24 October 2008 @ 09:46 pm
Carmine? D'you want to go riding together sometime? We could even make a game out of it; the one who causes the least amount of property damage has to buy the other lunch.

What do you say?
 
 
Feel: listless
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
04 October 2008 @ 07:00 pm

Hahahah, thank god. I'm me again!
 
 
Feel: happy
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
30 September 2008 @ 06:02 pm
....
Hn.

Alright, so. To Do list.

Adjust my bike. With my luck I'll probably change back tomorrow and have to do it all over again, but I need to go riding. Get out of Eastborne and just go....I don't know. Anywhere else.

Go back to work as per usual.

Do not stick around after jobs. This is very important. The last thing I want to do is run into Lord like this. Talking to him is awkward enough without my having to explain why I suddenly have breasts.


....yes, this'll do for now.
 
 
Feel: cranky
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
29 September 2008 @ 05:35 pm
....everyone else is turning back.

Why the hell haven't I?
 
 
Feel: anxious
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
27 September 2008 @ 07:21 pm


....
Alright. Maybe I do need some new clothes until this is over. My normal clothes are kind of....big now.

And what is it with all the staring?

 
 
Feel: annoyed
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
14 September 2008 @ 09:47 pm

....well. That hasn't happened in a while.

I can't believe that didn't work....

 
 
Feel: annoyed
 
 
Pollution || Call me "White"
Pollution took one step forward.

And promptly stepped right back. There was a pause, a moment to steel himself, and he tried again. One step forward.

It was all he could do to keep from back pedaling again and going right back home then and there. This was....a little out of his depth. He should have thought things through a bit before arriving; what the hell were you supposed to do in a situation like this? It had only been a virus. He still liked Guy -- quite a bit -- but the horseman already had someone (someone he hadn't heard from in months, but it still had to count. right?). He had been certain Guy did as well, if that peek into his journal had been anything to go by....

Another step forward. He just wanted the awkwardness to go away....
 
 
Feel: a;sdkj
 
 
 
 

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