C W St J Nobbs

Harry Potter RP:The Society of Riddle

I suppose I should probably post in my RPs...

Heroes Of The Kingdom

I'm still down.

The Jaeger Program (Always Open)

Vladimir returned to his room and saw the note from Iris and had decided that the most responsible thing to do would be drink the pint bottle of rum that he kept stashed away for just such an occasion before getting dressed. Drinking before going out was, in his mind, a lot like a boxer hitting himself in the face a few times before the big fight. He would already be drunk, so the rest of the liquor he would be drinking that night wouldn't be able to sneak up on him. He hadn't gotten this far as a Ranger without learning how to drink copious amounts of booze to dull the pain, so when he finished the pint he felt like he was ready to do some real drinking.

He pulled out a black dress shirt and matching slacks that he considered appropriate night out attire and pulled them on, and his slight buzz made putting on his belt a little more difficult than it needed to be but he was able to persevere and overcome. He put on his leather dress shoes partly because they matched the rest of his outfit, but mostly because they didn't need to be tied. He looked in the mirror and was happy to see that his eyes were slightly glazed over, but he didn't at all look drunk aside from that. He pulled his hair back and tied it there and he spent a few seconds combing his beard so it all looked straight.

When he decided that he didn't look half bad for a psychopath, he left his room and strolled down the hall to Iris' room, and was happy to see his preperations for the evening hadn't made him late. He would rather fight two Category 5 Kaijus at once over listening to Iris scream at him any day.

Harry Potter RP:The Society of Riddle

I will never once miss an opportunity to use this image, so:



In other words, I'm okay with whatever.

Injustice: Clash Between Worlds

I'm playing the angle that Grundy is still more "steak at Golden Corral-y" than anything resembling a super villain at the moment

Harry Potter RP:The Society of Riddle

That...is an excellent point, Liberty. I snuck it in my schedule, but I don't plan on RP'ing many of Lonan's classes, so if I have to take it out it won't be the end of the world.

Harry Potter RP:The Society of Riddle

The Hangover, Lonan Hightower Edition

“Lonan,” Hector shouted from the door and waited for a response that he wasn't going to get, “Lonan!” he shouted a little louder.

“Fuck off!”

“We have class.”

The effort it took to yell had almost made him vomit, and the light, even tempered by the green drapes that surronded his bed, was enough to make his eyes feel as though Peeves was throwing his own birthday party in his head. As he shifted towards the edge of his bed, he knocked a few bottles out of his sheets.

“Merlin's beard,” Lonan said as he sat on the edge of his bed, not trusting his legs to hold his weight yet. “My entire body hurts. What the hell happened?”

“You fell up the steps coming to bed, and then fell down them when you stood up.” Hector said, turning back into the room to help Lonan get his shit together.

“What?”

“I saw you drinking from at least three bottles. What happened to no fun until we win the cup?”

“Listen, you're asking me questions that I just...don't have the answers to at this hour.”

“Get dressed,” Hector said, throwing robes and a tie to Lonan, “We have DADA first, and I hear that Granger is a real stickler for tardiness.”

“I could do that shit in my sleep.” Lonan said, lying back in his bed.

“Come on. Put on your big boy pants and come to breakfast, you pussy.”

Lonan grumbled and waved his hand like he was warding off spirits only he could see before he pushed himself up again and fought back a fresh wave of nausea. He picked up the bottles on the bed in front of him and swirled them, hoping there was something left in one of them so he could get some hair of the dog, but there was no such luck. Hector dropped the parchment with Lonan's schedule on the bed beside him. The room swirled around him as he tried to read it, but Lonan eventually got it under control.


Hightower, Lonan. Slytherin, 5th year Schedule of Classes

Core Classes

Defense Against the Dark Arts: Professor Granger

Potions: Professor Slughorn

History of Magic: Professor Binns

Charms: Professor F. Weasley

LUNCH

Herbology: Professor Longbottom

Transfiguration: Professor McGonagall

Muggle Studies: Professor A. Weasley

Care for Magical Creatures: Professor Lovegood


'Thank God for small miracles,' he thought when he saw he had Slughorn for his second class. All he would have to do is pretend to be interested in talking to him after class, and he would have a world class hangover potion. Remembering how drunk he seemed at the feast the night before, Slughorn may already have some made.

After he pulled his robe and pants on with shaky hands, he began going through his trunk for what he'd need for his classes. His brain was still screaming for sleep, so he wasn't sure if he had everything or not, but he made sure to at least grab his potions kit. He hung his bag over his shoulder and almost fell over when it swung. He caught himself against the door and slowly made his way to breakfast, mostly keeping his head down and relying on Hector's warnings when something was approaching.

He shambled into the Great Hall and fought back the urge to vomit when he smelled the pumpkin juice. He grabbed himself a plate and filled it with meats and breads, hoping that he'd be able to keep what he ate down. There was spirited conversation about what everyone was excited for, but Lonan mostly tuned it out, focusing on not letting the nausea win.

Harry Potter RP:The Society of Riddle

Losing a pet sucks, but it sounds like she went peacefully and that she was very loved.

The Jaeger Program (Always Open)

He had found the cafeteria eventually and ate his first meal back in the Shatterdome alone, which didn't really bother him too much. He got directions to his room after his meal, expecting to read and go to sleep early to counteract the jet lag, but none of his things had been moved in yet except for his carry on bag, which was stuffed with clothes, toiletries and The Doors of Perception which he had read twice on the flight over. He enjoyed the collection of essays, but twice in what Vladimir considered to be the same day was too much.

He left his room and began roaming down the labyrinthine hallways without a particular destination in mind. He considered going back to the Jaeger bay, but figured he should probably try to get a gauge on his fellow Rangers. He knew Molly and Iris well enough, but they probably wouldn't have called him back if they were confident of who they had now. He saw Mako stepping out of a doorway ahead and start walking down the hallway away from him.

'She usually only goes into important rooms,' he thought to himself 'I bet there are other Rangers in that room.'

He poked his head into the room and saw this is where the simulations were being monitored from. Whoever was in the sim now was just staring ahead, waiting for the Kaiju to start spawning.

“So who is it?” he asked nobody specific as he stepped into the room.

The Jaeger Program (Always Open)

I'm going to start working on getting myself caught up with the IC so I can start posting again.