Sample Entry: [When the video feed comes on it shows an average looking guy. Nothing out of the ordinary, just another random person that's suddenly appeared. Gabriel sure looks irked, but he's going to settle for a bout of sarcasm. Shouting is for idiots.]
Just couldn't let me go, could you? I saved your sorry asses and wind up here. Yeah, thanks for that. I really wanted to wake up in some cheese-induced nightmare.
[There's a shrug at that, Gabriel swiftly moving on to other things. He's not one to loiter too much on the depressing side of things.]
Okay seriously, someone throw a guy a bone here. And I'm not talking literally before some knucklehead gets that idea. Would not put it past this place. Or you can just not. I mean it isn't like I won't find out anyway, so no skin off my back. [Actually gives a look at that one. Don't even try it. This whole thing stinks of a giant clusterfuck. He won't be surprised if the Winchesters pop up out of nowhere. They are always breaking shit.]
So. Who's going to crack and start talking first? Bueller? Bueller?
(ooc: Another example of a first person post here, from mask or menace.)
Sample Entry Two: (from mask or menace)
Gabriel wasn't sure what had happened anymore, and for him that was a new one. The archangel was used to "flicking ahead" when he needed to see what was going on. He'd seen the discussion with Lucifer and how it would probably have ended, and that part hadn't disappointed per say. His own brother had managed to kill him, and in Gabriel's mind it was labelled under "annoying as Hell, but shit happens". After all, if Lucifer hadn't killed him, he'd have killed Lucifer. At least the brothers had gotten away with the dvd, the information on how to put Lucifer back in his cage. Gabriel had been all for letting things run their course, even trying to hurry them along at one point before Dean had come out with a few home truths. Then it had been fuck everything, but most of all fuck destiny.
And yet merely a month prior Gabriel had been up to his usual tricks. He could remember with ease how he'd watched a man get pummeled to death by a big, green killing machine. The asshole had had it coming to him, some would call it just desserts which was fitting. The victim had a temper on him, enjoyed taking it out on his wife. Gabriel had merely returned the favor in the most hilarious of ways, even if the wife had seemed a bit fucking crazy explaining that one to the police. There had been many laughs and then some more over that one.
Just thinking about it as he briefly glanced at the folder handed to him made Gabriel grin. The police reckoned it was a bear. Gabriel would love to see a bear that could leave an eight foot hole in the porch. That would be a dammed cool bear, and even now Gabriel was mentally adding it to his list of things to use in future.
Now he was in some strange place, and Gabriel wasn't sure if it was what the woman was saying or some strange concept of angelic afterlife. It was never a question they'd really entertained. For people it was simple- if you were good you went to Heaven, if you were bad you went to Hell. For demons and some others there was Purgatory, though Gabriel wasn't sure if the archangels qualified for that cesspit of eldritch horrors. And this place sure didn't look like it. Soon he was nodding idly at the explanation of the device he was now being handed. Simple enough, anyone who didn't understand that was a certified moron. If this was to be believed, it was a group of people fucking with things to get their own way. Gabriel had found it hard to side with anyone in the war between Heaven and Hell. This group would have a hell of a time trying to get him to do anything.
Gabriel never did anything he didn't want to do. If this group could deal with an archangel sitting around drinking diet orange slice, then that was their prerogative. Unless the Winchester boys were around, like they were always bound to be. Then things could be more fun than planned.
(ooc: Another example of third person posts here, from Exit Void.)
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[When the video feed comes on it shows an average looking guy. Nothing out of the ordinary, just another random person that's suddenly appeared. Gabriel sure looks irked, but he's going to settle for a bout of sarcasm. Shouting is for idiots.]
Just couldn't let me go, could you? I saved your sorry asses and wind up here. Yeah, thanks for that. I really wanted to wake up in some cheese-induced nightmare.
[There's a shrug at that, Gabriel swiftly moving on to other things. He's not one to loiter too much on the depressing side of things.]
Okay seriously, someone throw a guy a bone here. And I'm not talking literally before some knucklehead gets that idea. Would not put it past this place. Or you can just not. I mean it isn't like I won't find out anyway, so no skin off my back. [Actually gives a look at that one. Don't even try it. This whole thing stinks of a giant clusterfuck. He won't be surprised if the Winchesters pop up out of nowhere. They are always breaking shit.]
So. Who's going to crack and start talking first? Bueller? Bueller?
(ooc: Another example of a first person post here, from mask or menace.)
Sample Entry Two: (from mask or menace)
Gabriel wasn't sure what had happened anymore, and for him that was a new one. The archangel was used to "flicking ahead" when he needed to see what was going on. He'd seen the discussion with Lucifer and how it would probably have ended, and that part hadn't disappointed per say. His own brother had managed to kill him, and in Gabriel's mind it was labelled under "annoying as Hell, but shit happens". After all, if Lucifer hadn't killed him, he'd have killed Lucifer. At least the brothers had gotten away with the dvd, the information on how to put Lucifer back in his cage. Gabriel had been all for letting things run their course, even trying to hurry them along at one point before Dean had come out with a few home truths. Then it had been fuck everything, but most of all fuck destiny.
And yet merely a month prior Gabriel had been up to his usual tricks. He could remember with ease how he'd watched a man get pummeled to death by a big, green killing machine. The asshole had had it coming to him, some would call it just desserts which was fitting. The victim had a temper on him, enjoyed taking it out on his wife. Gabriel had merely returned the favor in the most hilarious of ways, even if the wife had seemed a bit fucking crazy explaining that one to the police. There had been many laughs and then some more over that one.
Just thinking about it as he briefly glanced at the folder handed to him made Gabriel grin. The police reckoned it was a bear. Gabriel would love to see a bear that could leave an eight foot hole in the porch. That would be a dammed cool bear, and even now Gabriel was mentally adding it to his list of things to use in future.
Now he was in some strange place, and Gabriel wasn't sure if it was what the woman was saying or some strange concept of angelic afterlife. It was never a question they'd really entertained. For people it was simple- if you were good you went to Heaven, if you were bad you went to Hell. For demons and some others there was Purgatory, though Gabriel wasn't sure if the archangels qualified for that cesspit of eldritch horrors. And this place sure didn't look like it. Soon he was nodding idly at the explanation of the device he was now being handed. Simple enough, anyone who didn't understand that was a certified moron. If this was to be believed, it was a group of people fucking with things to get their own way. Gabriel had found it hard to side with anyone in the war between Heaven and Hell. This group would have a hell of a time trying to get him to do anything.
Gabriel never did anything he didn't want to do. If this group could deal with an archangel sitting around drinking diet orange slice, then that was their prerogative. Unless the Winchester boys were around, like they were always bound to be. Then things could be more fun than planned.
(ooc: Another example of third person posts here, from Exit Void.)