That's slander nothing but a terrible, vulgar lie--it's not true. I barely even talk to her. It's crude and unfounded bullsh I wouldn't do that--that's something Theseus others would do. Why does someone feel the need to dredge up this fiction? I leave you alone, can't you leave me alone? If you all needed my attention that badly you could've asked. I

...


So who wrote it? It's truly disturbing. I don't even know how to spell her name...

These customs are-- they're ridiculous. Dressing up as something you're not and-- then calling one time of day a different time a day and saying you're "gaining an hour?" Just because you call it six instead of seven doesn't mean you're gaining time, therearestillonlytwentyfourhoursinaday.

Just because you say it's something doesn't make it-- mrmhph. Anyway I'm back. [ding of an elevator] I uhm--there was some orders not long ago from a lot of you--They're finished. I--

[pause, shuffling, mumbling and voices too blurry to be heard over his cell phone. A door shutting, followed by a harsh whisper.]

Aphrodite there's a girl in the apartment. She looks like she's twelve. What happened--mhm...

Does anybody want

Would anyone like

I have

Ed Taylor dropped his order--it was a bracelet--it was for his wife but she chea she caught they're getting a divo-- It doesn't matter. I finished it earlier and now I don't have anything to do with it. I'm not going to wear it. I do custom orders I don't pawn premade wares so...

Does anyone want this?

If anyone wants this... It's gold... With sapphires. There are more specifics but I doubt you care.

People are terrible. You all are terrible.

It doesn't matter if you wanted to do it or not. And it doesn't matter if you regret it. And it doesn't matter if you feel guilty or you're sorry or you were overwhelmed or affected or not in the right mind. It doesn't matter if you wanted it but you knew it was regrettable but you couldn't help yourself. It doesn't matter if you attempted to resist; what matters is that you didn't. You did do it and that's the only thing that's important and that's obvious--it's the only thing that affects anything else.

It's not suffering if you indulged.

Most of you always do. I don't. Perhaps you could try to be a little less primitive?







People are can be terrible a lot of times...



[ooc: If Hephaestus had balls there would be no strikeouts here. :) With that, I rest my case that he is secretly a woman--no sexism intended, just insults to his masculinity. I'm a nice mother. ♥ ]

This storm should be gone. It should've been gone hours ago--like--like they said. It's not that it bothers me that much I mean I want to it to go I obviously want it to go. The power outage is particularly irritating and well-- er-- damnit.. The power outage is particularly irritating but not as much as their lies as the fact that all their reports indicate that it should've been gone a long time ago.

That is-- I mean. If it's something to do for a living shouldn't you be at least decent at it by now?

Is it too much to ask people to keep their word these days? Can we ... Is it too much to ask people to keep their word these days?

I fixed the elevator. Because some people are too incompetent to do it quickly and efficiently and correctly and some people are too inconsiderate to help any bad situation.

But it, for one, shouldn't be breaking down in the first place--occasionally might be tolerated, but it's not occasional--it's frequent and inconvenient in the worst ways. It's done it more than once so clearly there is something wrong with it and they're not actually fixing it each time--which is hardly surprising considering how slow and lazy they were today. Of all the things wrong here, the general population's attitude towards actual work is the worst. They don't understand any sort of responsibility or courtesy and so they don't do anything well.

If they had actually done it right the first time they wouldn't have to come back so much.

I don't think anybody here wants to be stuck in a crowded elevator for any period of time while they wait an hour for "mechanics" to come "fix" it. Least of all with Hades. It's terrible. It's awkward. That's just awkward unbearable cruel ... awkward.

If I could easily start using the stairs I would. But as it is, I'm a gimp.

[Filter: Menthe]

Why did he ask so many questions about you? ... Can we go out tomorrow? Would you like to ... We should go somewhere tomorrow...

I can almost deal with all the other disgusting developments of crowds, people, and general invasion of privacy in this city but I can't stand the eating. When did that of all things become so vulgar? Smacking and slurping and half-masticated food on display while speaking to other people, is that really necessary? As if it isn't bad enough you have to bare all skin to the world you have to showcase sucking into your-- whatever that was. Meals were always something private and necessary because-- because you had to and they were never so-- and shouting across crowded restaurants and leaning over the tables like that and slurping out of someone's glass and looking at-- ...

Some things should just remain private and those private things should remain separate from one another and there are reasons I don't like going out and among them is that kind of erotic obscene behavior.

There's no sound I hate more than the smacking of lips.

[ooc: NotinspiredbytheTomJonesdinnersceneatall]

How's my driving?

I doubt I really need to enlighten anyone on the purpose, but for the sake of tradition and god-given redundancy: any complaints, suggestions, questions, observations or critiques on how I play Hephaestus/my interpretation of him belong here. Messages with plotting purposes may also find a home in this post. Comments are screened. <3

[Frankie out.]

What's even the point of these-- gatherings-- things? We're packed into one apartment complex, alongside everybody, roomed with anyone, near everyone--why are these get-togethers even necessary? Who would want to spend more time around everyone? It's not as if-- It's-- Don't we unfortunately see each other all the time already? It's suffocating as is.

And then to see everybody at their worst moments? If you all could have worse moments. Noises and stenches and huge mobs and crowds of people and heat and music and why. It's unnecessary. It's not worth it. You're not worth it.

Not belittling the work or

...

Is it just a habit? Being loud and oblivious and making no sense?

I'll be near the phone if something disastrous happens.

Mother's what?

[Filtered away from Aphrodite, her children, and Hera]

... Let's say, respectively, that I wanted to avoid my apartment and a woman of great persistence and wrath tomorrow. As a matter of fact, lets say that after dropping a few things off so they don't ruthlessly tear the world to pieces that I want to find an appropriate place to not see them until 12:00 AM Monday morning and afterward find an appropriate excuse for my absence...

... Where am I and what am I doing? And do not mention this[deleted]. And kindly if you please would not mention this...

[Filter: Private]

Crap.

[/Filter]


I don't like illness. Until this clears up I don't want any of you in my apartment, OK? I don't care what plans you might have had with my wife, I don't care if you had a whole romantic evening set up, it's canceled until this epidemic goes away. Far away.

You can't come here anymore--not until it's gone. I'll give you something (book? Cask of wine? I don't know. Whatever you want.) to make it up to you later just do not come in here. How many of you were planning on it?


Ugh, it's been a hard week... I hate people...

An older woman with a unibrow, at the park today, handed me a five dollar bill and then, I think, muttered something to her friend (her eyes were much too small for her face) about "handicapped" and I wouldn't be surprised if "pity" entered the mix there too.

I'm offended in general, but more than that I wonder when I became anything other than just plain "crippled." When I got back home (am I really calling this place home now?) I went online and found more than twenty synonyms for my general condition and only some of them appropriately crude. "Gimp," "broken," "maimed," and "deformed" are acceptable to me, reaching an adequate amount of negativity in their connotation. "Handicapped," "incapacitated," "physically challenged," or "differently abled" are not; rather they imply that there is nothing worldly wrong. Well last I checked being crippled (because that's what it is) isn't "fine and dandy." I don't like these euphemisms or how they tip-toe around the subject--I'm sure they're not so self-conscious in their diction when they're alone, why do they have to be when around me? Do they think I just haven't noticed? In the same way that fat people aren't "plump," or that ugly people aren't "homely," I am not "differently abled"--I'm crippled, lame, gimpy, etc. And the world would do very well to remember that.



So does anybody want this money?

Not funny.
Don't anybody laugh.

The sudden addition of weight in some areas and subtraction in others is not amusing. Neither is the nose, the lips, the waist, the thighs, the hips, the arms, the hands, the neck, or the fact that my confounded leg seems to be conveniently unchanged.

I'll be holding up in my room until this blows over. Getting work done and otherwise being incredibly bored (See? This is why we need more in this apartment than just blown-up pictures of you, Aphrodite. Like one of those televisions, or something like that--I don't know.).

I'm not coming out. You can't make me. Don't look at me.



God damnit, how does anybody deal with all this stringy... Hair... Stuff...

Fixed a pipe. Broke it. Fixed it again.

It smells terrible here--not even smells--tastes. Just some obnoxious odor [poisonous gas] in the air that tastes disgusting. Makes me want to spit. Gods, what the hell is that? [It it supposed to be perfume?]

Been here all day.

Everything in here's a little sickening [Pray tell, what is the point of a bathroom this large? Hopefully it doesn't take that much room]. You know, for me, personally, there's not that much appeal in wrinkled blouses and lingerie strewn all over the place.

Pyrite. Citrine. Kunzite. Beryl.

Very. Bored.

.the myth;
» God: Hephaestus
» Reference: Hephaistos-Theoi and Hephaestus-wiki
» Family: {mother} Hera; {spouse} Aphrodite
» Played By: Hugh Laurie
» Human Alias: Sidney Beasley
» Human Age: 50
» God of...: Fire and Metalworking

( Thus I refute thee, Beasley... )