[For a few minutes after the call comes on, there's just a little bit of static, then a tired sigh.  Hayden sounds a cross between bitter, amused, and frustrated.]

Now I know what the girl's were howling about.  Not a pleasant video, even for the strong stomached.

[He laughs, a short, sharp sound.]

Well, I guess technically I have five days before ( Read more... )

[The video flickers on.  Hayden is standing outside, just out of the door, looking out into the fog.  If he hears or feels something familiar out there, he gives no sign of following it.  But his face is blank, and rage fills his eyes.  After a few tense moments, he turns his head, looking up at the apartment building and uttering two words.]

Screw ( Read more... )

[The video flickers on, something has obviously moved it from Hayden's living room to his bedroom.  There is a nest of blankets on one of the beds, and Hayden is seemingly out like a light, back turned to the screen, tattered shirt clearly displaying the metal skin across his shoulder and back as well as a few glimpses of regular or reddened skin ( Read more... )

[The video clicks on, revealing a Hayden who looks like he's been out wrestling with the ghosts in the hospital.  Narrow slashes cover his normal arm, his shirt is slightly more shredded then it was, and a broken scalpel he's missed pokes out dangerously close to his spinal column.  All in all, he looks like death warmed over.]

Okay, sorry if anyone ( Read more... )

[Hayden's apartment has shifted to the rocky patterns and low growing bushes of a Japanese mountainside.  The rocks, though, have old, rusty looking stains, along with fresher ones, and one can see delicate looking skulls and hand bones scattered about.  A storm is also brewing, daggers of lightning striking, often leaving the screen a blue white ( Read more... )

[Hayden's tones are sharp and curt this time, vastly annoyed.]

Okay, there's a whole bunch of books in here that weren't before, and someone seems to have lengthened my hair and done it up in a bizzare style as a prank... Not to mention I'm stuck in samurai battle armor.  The last of my ancestor's to live there left Nippon in 1945 people.  It's not ( Read more... )

[Hayden starts to speak fast and clearly.  His tones are crisp and annoyed, with struggling noises in the background.]

The hell is this place?  Not Lasria, that's for sure.

Most of the locals seem to be on the freak side, crowding against the glass at the windows until I slapped red tape on 'em.  One hand that got a little too far in got tape slapped ( Read more... )

PLAYER
Name:  Jade

Personal Journal: http://belladonna12.livejournal.com
Contact Info:

E-Mail: sakurachino200@yahoo.com

AIM: Lashpawnaga (Rarely used.)

( Hayden's bio )