Hello darlings!
You know the drill. You have questions..comments...concerns...suggest
By the way, you can find me pretty quickly on AIM most days, so I'd try there first. Then go for my personal lj account (the_epic_bruce), and if all else fails (and it might with my schedule), e-mail me at nightmareskiss@hotmail.com.
Cheerio!
-Bruce
- Mood:
cheerful
I don't feel it necessary to remind you of the importance of your exams tomorrow. I think I've sufficiently drilled it into your thick heads over the last semester. And I'm quite certain you've put in enough practical application on personal time to pass at least the basics section.
However, on the off chance that you idiots feel that three minutes in the back seat of your car in the school parking lot is more fun....memorize the thirty sexually transmitted diseases we discussed, including symptoms and cures.
Do not show up if you do not intend to take this seriously. And no, there will not be a section on the exam devoted to the Kama Sutra.
- Mood:
determined
I thought I had left these well behind me.
(ooc: Olivier is sitting amidst a small pile of photos, mostly from her younger days. Certain pics may be described later on. Meanwhile, I weep because there are not enough Olivier-lovers out there who know art from fridges.)
- Location:Lux
- Mood:
bored
For my part, I will not mention the events that occurred or allow them to affect my future decisions. I expect everyone else to do the same.
Private to Kimblee
Where are you hiding you filthy snake? That you would take advantage when you knew I was not in a position to make decisions is low even for you.
Private to Princess Cornelia li Britannia
I appreciate your efforts to keep me from ruining my honor further. You were one of the few to do so. I will remember.
- Mood:
contemplative
I'm feeling in need of a little company tonight. Anyone feel like playing with me?
- Location:Cassagioso
- Mood:
predatory
For those of you who are not aware, my name is Major General Olivier Milla Armstrong...your new co-head for the force. My partner is Colonel Roy Mustang. With the recent absence of the former head, Lieutenant Hawkeye, no doubt there will be questions as to the changes that may or may not be made.
There is one thing that must be absolutely clear: I do things differently. Ask your questions if you feel it is necessary to do so, complain if you'd like so long as I'm not around to hear you whine, but follow orders and get whatever job is assigned done. I'm sure that all of you are in top condition to do so.
That being said, I want each of you to state your name, rank if applicable, brief personal background, any skills and specialties, and whether or not you prefer to work solo. Let's make this as painless as possible.
[End Police Filter]
[Private; Filtered to Colonel Mustang]
Seeing as how we'll be working together, Mustang, I'd like your thoughts on the state of the current police force.
- Mood:
determined
A puppet for someone's amusement. Free will taken. Mind destroyed. Still, it will take more than yesterday's drama to break my self control. The ultimate irony is in having such ridiculous scenes about protecting honor when the whole thing is a disgrace. And with them. It would have been better with strangers than with those idiots two. There is pride in staying your hand. I will not let them control my actions.
- Mood:
enraged
Oh, Olivier. Just look at yourself. Even in the reflection you're blushing...for him.
(ooc; Olivier is the heroine. Mustang is the hero. Kimblee is the greedy scoundrel attempting to woo Olivier anyway. And Hawkeye is Mustang's sister and Olivier's close companion. Whew. Yeah. Messed up, I know. And to avoid being maimed, I'll mention that Dante is playing Kimbee's jealous ex.)
- Location:Fountain
- Mood:
giddy
[ooc; Olivier has, unfortunately, switched with Kimblee. I suck at making icons, so picture her in his trademark outfit (hat included..*BIG GRIN*). Remember: Pretendy fun time games!]
- Mood:
angry
Private Filter to Lieutenant Hawkeye and Colonel Mustang
You have the letter. I've heard of some interesting things happening in my absence, not the least of which was your experience being a woman, Colonel. What a shame I missed that.