Alec Holland / The Swamp Thing

[ 6th Sprout ]

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 01:48:38 GMT

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I saw her... I was with her...

She is gone.

And here I am... called once again as guardian... of this tiny Green... and its oddities.

(But Abby is alright... She was in my arms.

It was as if I... had never left.)

Purpose. A curious word. I sense many new faces... among the old. Time has passed... since I left.

I am again reminded... of my function.

I will think.

[ 5th Sprout ]

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 21:54:22 GMT

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Done.

And.

Done.

Although I feel I must... ask you, the citizens... of this City...

Why do you... litter?

Why do you... burn my domain? What do you... gain from watching that... under my guardianship... become black cinder? How could reducing my... forests to ash... bring you so much gratification? The garden of my... body to a single... crater? What are... you trying to prove? Are you... lacking in something? Is it... easier to shatter... the living splinters so delicately, firmly interlocked... than the fragile, fleeting cages of flesh? Are you... testing the vast organism that... is this City? Are you testing... the strength and perseverance... of the Green?

I am appalled, City.

Answer me.

I seek to... understand this mindset... for I cannot fathom.

Why do you... thrive off destruction?

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 02:14:55 GMT

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My... roots have been severed... and now... I think again... I am still connected.

Disjointed.

I am conscious. The rage has subsided. Anger passes.

Conscious.

You two.

Speak now before... the fragments of my irrational anger... gather and swell once again.

But now, this anger will be channeled... against you both.

Speak.

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 04:53:14 GMT

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That's it... I cannot stand.. this tension anymore.

They are gone... We have been... abandoned after we have... been used.

Typical.

(She's gone.)

Typical.

(Never will I... see her again.)

Typical!!

{(OOC: And now, as Alec mourns for Abby, the plants rupture and twist and writhe with his fury as he sinks deep into the Green. You can still communicate with him if you'd like... or dare to.}}

Sun, 29 Jul 2007 23:51:03 GMT

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I have sent roots... within the creature to... decipher its chemical composition... so that we may destroy it.

So far, it is only angel blood, orange juice and...

Human. Demon. Wolf.

Constantine...

Why do I sense... your blood within it?

((OOC: Uh, composition thar! Craft solutions! Recipes?))

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 03:25:42 GMT

[ Voice Entry ]

Constantine? You have... known this suppressant for... how long?

Do you not understand... the importance of such... a serum?

((OOC: John and Cori found a lycanthropy suppressant serum that grants human consciousness during the full moon. While not a cure, it is something the Swamp Thing wishes to study to formulate a possible one.))

Fri, 18 May 2007 22:04:10 GMT

To AP Botany and Dual Credit Chemistry Students:

AP Botany, you have an 100 question exam covering what we have learned this semester. We will be using Scantrons so please be sure to bring a pencil rather than a pen. There will be an essay for up to ten extra credit points.

Dual Credit Chemistry, there are two parts to your test. We have a 50 question exam and three essays. There will be five questions extra credit for an additional five points on your test.

It has been a pleasure having you and I wish you the best.

-- Professor Holland

(P.S. Please do not remove specimens from the greenhouse without special permission. Especially our small collection of fungi.)

3rd Seed

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 04:03:13 GMT

Abby...

((OOC: Got switched with Cal (not_avampire ), which made him good ol' Alec Holland for the day.))

2nd Seed

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 20:37:05 GMT

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I see... the nightmare has regained... some of his sanity.

Corinthian, I shall stand... sentry still, for trust... it to be earned, but today... how are you fairing? I shall... be aware of any visitors... that might try to intrude... without your consent.

The Corinthian and I... we are functions. It is strange... to witness an incident... that distances one from one's... humanity when you... yourself have experienced... it before. I believe it is... the chaotic mortal world... that keeps what mortality we have... when we are but... functions of order.

A subject... I shall meditate on... for a long time... a time beyond... most mortal's comprehension, how a butterfly... perceives time when... it lands on an oak and deems it... unchanging.

1st Seed

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 00:19:04 GMT

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I have been... observing this "City" for... quite some time. I have taken up residence... in the forest. I shall not disclose... my precise location... for my own sake. The nature of... the City's residents... merit observation as... I take root.

I feel... very vulnerable. This City is strange.... It almost trapped me... within the Green, but now... can I be anywhere. It's as if I... adapted to this City's own Green... but I cannot return to... Earth's Green. This is not... Earth. I can... feel it.

I have witnessed... these curses... but I can say... I have not experienced one... myself, yet... I have watched those I know... fall to them... like pawns... like toys.

Peculiar and suspicious... I will continue to... watch.