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Marceline (the Vampire Queen)
21 November 2015 @ 04:06 pm
Mun name: Jenna
AIM: bebo the dragon
E-mail: thelastpupnik [at] gmail [dot] com

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Marceline (the Vampire Queen)
24 December 2011 @ 09:12 pm
[ It's hard to tell where Marceline is. Everywhere is dark except for her face, which is illuminated by the light of the communicator. Not creepy at all. ]

You know, it's kinda a bummer that I won't be able to share in the annual "fleeting moment of empathy for the biggest weirdo in Ooo" festivities with the guys, but maybe this whole "Christmas" thing will be just as good. [ Her grin drops slightly for a moment. ] The name sounds a little familiar... I'm guessing presents are a part of it. Either that or Sadiq has a hoarding problem.

[ annnndddd we're back, fangy grin and all. ] So I hear there's going to be a party. Too bad it's Bring Your Own Blood though. Guess I'll just have to make do!
Marceline (the Vampire Queen)
21 October 2011 @ 12:02 am
[ The communicator abruptly turns on to a video of what looks like a teenage girl in a broad-brimmed hat. Well, a girl with gray skin, fangs, and what looks like two fang marks on the side of her neck. She looks more than a little irritated as she fiddles with the buttons. ]

You say "use this," but you don't come with an instruction manual and then you just give me the silent treatment when I ask you questions. Uggghhh, you're one rude little...

[ She seems to be talking to the communicator. No, not talking into it, talking at it as though she expects the machine to hold sentience and answer her. The screen switches to text, then audio, then back to video. Now she's looking pissed. ]

Fine! Maybe this will make you talk! Or scream.

[ Her face twists into the most horrible grin ever as she throws the communicator on the ground and stomps on it a few times. Then the screen shows HOLY SHIT SHE'S USING A GIANT VIKING AXE ON IT. The communicator flies away across the floor from the sheer force of it. Pretty disorienting video so far. A few seconds later she wanders over, looking a tad less angry and a little more "whoops." Yes this is a valid expression don't judge me. ]

Okay, so maybe you don't talk. So what can you do?

[ She turns it over a few times before hesitantly putting it up to her (pointed) ear. It's still on video but she's using it as a cellphone. ]

Hello? I hope I'm talking to someone who knows where the wolf I am. Any info, I'll take it.

[ SIGH. And grumbling to herself: ] Really hope that I'm not standing around talking to myself with some metal shoved against my ear.