But who prays for Satan?

Lindsey and Aridis: Babies.

2013-10-17T03:06:28Z

[Their brownstone is spacious. He's hidden more then enough money to live comfortably without working for the rest of his life - but he likes it. New name, new papers, mild glamours around the house and the brownstone. He's crammed more magic then law into his head at this point, but he's not taking any chances. This is a chance to make something good out of something terrible.

Any other day he will question his good fortune.

Not today. Today he is finishing with the babies room. Five room two bathroom brownstone? He knows how lucky she is. The baby's room is right across from theirs. Large enough that he's satisfied when they grow older they'll be content, cozy enough to make easier for his wife. Maybe spending so much on the all organic baby blankets and onsies was a bitch, but it was their first.

he didn't think he would be this happy.

There's stuffed animals piled in the corner, soft baby toys - and some adult toys in the closet. The kid is tricked out. He never had it this good.

Picking up a floppy white horse, he pads down the hallway, down the stairs in the sitting room - looking for his wife.]

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I'LL GIVE YOU PERMISSION (YOU GIVE ME A LIFE)

2013-07-06T16:24:03Z

Because Lindsey (as detailed in his application) will not be playing through his season 5 arc where he gets a number of exciting and interesting powers, that means that he'll be getting a scorched power.

Because an opportunity presented itself for him to come into direct contact with the mist and thereby start the catalyst for his scorched ability which is telepathy, in the form of hearing thoughts if he's close to that particular individual.

with the advent of this post a new chapter in his life opens up and he'll

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Lindsey's Atia song, and Sookie song.

2013-06-07T06:41:37Z

( Lindsey's Atia Song. )

( Sookie's Song. )

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BCM -1

2013-05-08T03:32:53Z

Dress up in your finest, take the steps two at a time. You're a junior associate, out of the mail room and though you've heard of it you've never seen it.

The mood is jovial, bored, filling the air and permeating the room across space and time and dimensions. One of the associates has a walkman and is rocking her head to the music. Her red hair curls against her neck and you're fascinated by the migration of employees, businessmen and women trading stocks and tips, talking cases, laughing nervously and those few (those very few)

The best employees smiling. Excited. The red head's song picks up, familiar yet vague, the words a blur. Down, down you go deep until the walls are warm. It's a place no man will ever find and there he sits. That's how this all started, Hey, Robert Price is gonna get reamed for losing the Morgan case. Want to come watch? Lilah Morgan, your friend.

The pariah, the lambs, the sheep. A few bellwethers point and laugh and others take their queue from them. You manage a smirk before looking right and left trying to catch a coworker's eye. Lilah slides over to you with her hands folded, I hope this doesn't take long. I have a late lunch.

What he did? It doesn't matter. You are scheduled to watch. That's in the handbook that each employee gets. No employee may turn away from any required execution. Mill like sheep as you take the steps two at a time and collide with the red head who's music is rising in tempo.

She doesn't say a word, stepping to the left and throwing open the door to the room. It has an official name and title, it has a ceremonial function, most employees just call it the killing floor. It's there as a tagline in a cheap serial picture, grim and dark metal and that heat. You are in the bowels of the earth. Or just the parking structure. This is going to be messy.

"Folks, we're gathered here for a termination, to remind you all of the oaths you took as attorneys - to serve and protect - and the contracts that quite a few of you have signed." Holland Manners, your boss and mentor. He speaks. The sheep tremble.

Ignore the shining light, just because he pulled you from nothing doesn't make him god (does it?)

"I'm saddened to report that Robert Price has failed in a fundamental task for our firm - no. Our family. You all understand that don't you? That we're a family?"

The bellwethers bleat their agreement. Begin the two minute hate, this man has ceased to be a person to you he is a pariah, diseased, a monster. You boo and hiss with the best of them as the man in the business suit with the receding hairline lowers his head and sobs. Holland (Ignore that light, he's not god, we promise.) strokes the fallen figure's head.

"I hate to punish a family member, but to the senior partners - we are their children. And children must be taught a lesson by example. You know that don't you Paul? You know that's why you're suffering?"

His gaze locks with yours. He is not god, that glow is not the light of heaven but the flickering orange of flames.

"So they can learn."

The man in the chair goes rigid. Eyes wide, clawing desperately at his side. One of the bellwethers begins to laugh but every eye is fixed. Torture porn, gore worthy carnage. His hands find purchase and he begins to dig.

You can't believe it.

You can't and the disgust of the act, the opening of the man's side, fingers prying through flesh, blood spilling out across the floor.

"He was a drinker." your partner, brown hair and ice cold eyes has her arms folded across her chest, "So I guess that makes it kind of ironic..." Lilah Morgan, ever the sociopath.

He's digging it out with wet and slippery fingers. The bellwether laughs again and he turns, an older woman, graying hair with her eyes pinned to the red on the floor, "Simple Simon met a pieman going to the fair; Said Simple Simon to the pieman "Let me taste your ware"

Another laugh.

You're about to turn away in disgust before a hand with unnatural strength has your wrist. The red head with the tendrils of hair, delicate curls against her neck.

"Make yourself steel."

Make yourself steel as you watch him pry the offending object out. Blood slips through his fingers as Robert price drops the object onto the table.

"Make yourself steel."

Make yourself stone as he is given a knife and fork of shining silver forged from the thirty pieces given to Judas. His spine is rigid, white shirt red. Chew and swallow, chew and swallow, the man is gone, far away and there is something else in his place. The ram, the controller. You are of the wolf, the fighter, and while the disgust is evident in the blurry vision on the forge you do not look away until it's all gone.

The red head's hand never leaves your wrist.

When it's done Robert Price is dead and you sag grimly. You want to laugh, to cry, to breath a sigh of relief to taste the cold night air. You want the redhead to take off her blouse and go down on her knees before you. This is the price of power.

She hasn't turned off her walkman and the song gets louder and louder as Holland (he's not god! he's not god! He's red and terrible and red!)

"Trisha. Lindsey. Lindsey, I'd like to see the Walker report on my desk tomorrow morning. I hope that seeing this hasn't been...detrimental to your work ethic?"

Trisha's grip is tightened.

"...It's encouraged me sir." There is flesh in Robert Price's mouth as a pair of security guards begin to clean up the corpse, "To serve."

But the disgust still swims and the image is blurred even as Trisha - the redhead, turns away and moves to put her head phones back into her head, plugged in, turned on, tuned out.

You must make yourself steel.

There's a thin trail of blood oozing across the floor toward your shoes. And the song rises through the music and the words are clear with flashes - the most vivid flashes for the viewing audience. We'll have no whistling cats here, it's the millennium and the hope of the epoch of the hart is that the subtle corruption of man will at last be complete.

What have I done
where have I come from

Robert Price chews, ripping at his own liver, black and gray and spongey.

Feeling undone
what have I become
when I turn my back on you
I turn my back on myself and became this machine

His white shirt darkens to red and Holland Manners flickers like orange and gold.

Thoughtlessness
selfishness
hopelessness
I feel

Emptiness
loneliness
listlessness
I feel

There is a flash of gray and red, a familiar scream, Lindsey's face contorted in agony.

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WOLFRAM AND HEART RESURGENT | THE PLOT.

2013-03-12T01:21:06Z

"Our firm has always been here in one form or another. The Inquisition, the Khmer Rouge -- we were here the first time a caveman clubbed his neighbor and watched in fascination as his brains oozed out in the dirt. We're in the hearts and minds of every living human being [...] The world doesn't work in spite of evil, Angel. It works with us. It works because of us."

( It's an evil interdimensional law firm. What more do you want? )

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PERMISSIONS POST | W&H RECORDS.

2013-03-01T04:07:33Z

OPENING UP WOLFRAM AND HART'S CENTRAL MAINFRAME... FILE UNLOCKED

Hi. it's Ramen, your friendly neighborhood Lindsey McDonald player with a permissions post which is something that I should have done in the beginning when I started playing this character. Lindsey doesn't have any powers - well no, I take that back. He has the power that comes with working with a multi-dimensional law firm bent on evil misdeeds. Consequently like most law firms wolfram and Hart has an awesome records department that is made twice as awesome by the fact that Flo from Progressive works there.

Yes guys, you heard it right. Flo from progressive is record keeper.

That means that Lindsey has some knowledge of the major players in the Buffy Universe which requires a permissions post for him as far as "buffy knowledge" is concerned. Canonically he knows quite a bit about the occult and some of the major players in Los Angeles. THEREFORE! I wish to ask you to do the following for me.

What I need from You If we're going to play together I'd like you to fill out the following questions and leave it as a comment on this post to facilitate me not infomodding you.

What you get from me Creepy wolfram and hart shenanigans.

What comes of this in the long run Great fun and possibly death.

QUESTIONS
who do you play? [your character goes here]
are they human/animal/vegetable/mineral/some sort of digital sprite. [What are they.]
What are you okay with Lindsey knowing about your character? [What would Wolfram and Hart have dug up on your character given that they're mentioned in the credits?]
What are you not okay with Lindsey knowing about your character? [What did they manage to keep from W&H/Lindsey not read in the library?]

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teleios Application

2013-02-20T00:47:37Z

( It's been a long time since I've worn this rattlesnake smile. )

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LINDSEY MACDONALD | ANGEL

2013-02-08T05:50:54Z

(must be 300x300 or less)

STATS
» NAME: Lindsey McDonald
» FANDOM: Angel: the Series
» CANON POINT: post 5x17. "Underneath". Suffering from the hell dimension, but prior to his death.
» AGE: Honestly if I do the math, he's 30. Or at least 29.
» GENDER: Male.
» ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. Willing to experiment.
» COLLAR: Dark Silver and solid. Written on the left side are the words "Property of Wolfram and Hart" etched into it.

KINKS
» YES: Dom, bondage, bloodplay, transformation.
» MAYBE: weapons play, submission
» NO: bathroom kinks, excessive gore,
PAIRING PREFERENCES: Canonwise Lindsey/Darla, Lindsey/Eve ~~Angel/Lindsey~~. Otherwise I'm pretty much open. Het preferred but if we put in the Cr I could go for anything.

( EXTENDED PROFILE )

CONTACT
» OOC JOURNAL: blackswanevent
» AIM/PLURK/OTHER: plurk - socalramen, aim - bubblegumofficer.
» EMAIL: carolynpoddig@gmail.com

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scorched Application

2013-02-04T20:16:03Z

( Sky's going to open/fire's going to rain down/people are going to sing/And I don't feel a thing. )

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- HOW'S MY DRIVING -

2013-01-27T03:12:01Z

Do you have a problem with Lindsey or my portrayal of him? I live on feedback like other beings live on water and food. Let me know any skips or critiques you might have and I'd be more then happy to sit down and explain or make the edits you might think are needed!

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WOLFRAM AND HART - EMPLOYEE HANDBOOK CIRCA 1999.

2013-01-25T05:37:16Z

( CHAPTERS )

( FORWARD BY HOLLAND MANNERS: WELCOME TO THE FAMILY )

( CHAPTER ONE: APPEARANCE AND ATTIRE )

( CHAPTER TWO: RULES AND REGULATIONS )

( CHAPTER THREE: SAFETY AND STANDARDS )

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VISUALOCITIES | TO BURN IT TO THE GROUND.

2013-01-25T01:55:34Z

( I played soldier and you played king, you struck me down when I kissed that ring. )

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Application for amatomnes

2013-01-18T04:49:54Z

( And I don't feel anything at all. )

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IC | OOC CONTACT POST.

2013-01-17T19:02:24Z

You've reached Lindsey McDonald's private number. I'm currently not available at the moment. Go ahead and leave your name and a brief message and I'll get back to you. If it's not an emergency - call me at the office. [insert office number]

“Whatever is the lot of humankind I want to taste within my deepest self. I want to seize the highest and the lowest, to load its woe and bliss upon my breast, and thus expand my single self titanically and in the end go down with all the rest.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust

HMD | Visuals | amatomnes application | scorched application | Wolfram and Hart Employee Handbook | amatomnes information

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