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[Apr. 11th, 2008|11:08 pm] |
Who: Ceara (for now)
Where: An intersection near her apartment
When: Same time as this
Ceara sighed as she waited for the light to turn green, she just needed to do this one tiny errand before she was going to see if Patrick was doing anything. She had some movies and some scotch and a long weekend ahead of her. Finally the light turned green, and just as she was hitting the acclerater and moving through the intersection, a truck ran the red light and crashed directly into her roadster. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2008|10:10 pm] |
Who: Shiloh, Peter, Alistair, Nick, Carole...
Where: The Winters house.
Shiloh was Not Pleased. Her sister had been supposed to meet her where they always met in order to go home together on the Metro. Bea was generally good about meeting her there and going home before going out again. She knew that she and Nick had arranged for a movie date that evening but that had been after dinner tonight. Muttering to herself, she called Nick. Something was not right. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2008|05:38 pm] |
Who: Ali and Marie
When: Late evening after the meeting
Where: Marie's apartment
Wrapped in a robe, Marie was going over some documents for the next day's meetings. The candles flickered around her - she had long decided that she preferred them to electric lights, but didn't get to indulge very often - as she turned a page.
She'd intended on going to bed soon. Even set a timer and all. Which didn't matter when it stopped after the first buzz and she kept reading.
So at least she was awake when someone rang her apartment. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2008|11:58 pm] |
Who: Celtic deities
Where: The Wooden Spoon
Alistair whistled to himself as he put the final preparations on the room in the back. There was a special group tonight, coming into the restaurant. He was taking care of them personally. It was quite a coup for his restaurant, such a large group coming. Everything had to be just right. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2008|10:57 am] |
Where: Reagan National Airport
When: February 13, late afternoon
Who: Alistair and Marie
Alistair paced back and forth as he waited for Marie's plane to land. She'd been gone for a while and it'd been like a part of him had gone with her when she'd left. He was really anxious to see her again, his momma would have been so amused at the way her eldest son was almost jumping up and down with the anticipation of seeing his girl. He knew it was kind of hopeless to play the cool and suave restaurant owner right now, he was far too wired for that to work. He really thrown himself into work while she was gone, coming up with thirteen new dishes to serve at the restaurant, the critics were raving at the supposed 'culinary genius' he seemed to be, when he really was just hunting up the perfect meal to fix for Marie when she got back. He just *knew* she hadn't been eating well while she was gone, he hadn't been there to ensure it after all.
Just then he looked up at as he heard the airport intercom announce that her plane has safely landed. He grabbed his coat and the two flowers he'd brought for her and rushed over to where the meeting area was. |
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