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DT Moderators (devils_towermod) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-03-07 08:26:00

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ace, attack, azrael, bishop, black cat, blaze, carbon, charlie, christmas, cricket, danni, dez, dusty, english, event: week thirteen spring party, jack, junk, notch, pan, ryder, saint, sensei, slick, week thirteen, windchaser, wren, yeates

Week Thirteen - Saturday - St. Patrick's Day/Spring Party
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Who: Anyone and everyone who’s in Sundance at the time!
What: St. Patrick’s Day/Spring party!
Where: The Trading Post
When: Saturday
Why: Because it’s fun!

In the warmer months the Trading Post is almost always busy, full of drifters and members from every tribe who come there to barter, socialize, and a whole host of other things. It’s generally a peaceful place since it exists in neutral territory and everyone who comes there seems to have an understanding of an unspoken truce. The Trading Post is a large park the sits on the banks of the Belle Fourche river. There are picnic tables, a delapidated swingset and monkey bars, old grills, and of course trader stands. There’s also a dock there, but it is understood to belong to the River Runners, as it’s where they are docked most of the year and those wishing to use it usually have to give the RR a token of some kind, or at least ask nicely.

The St. Patrick’s Day/ Spring party was not planned or hosted by any tribe. The whole things seemed to have come about on its own, first as a rumor and then with complete strangers and tribe members alike planning for it. Saturday morning the place was busy with people decorating in any way that they could. The place was strung with streamers of all different colors, some torn and ratty. There were candles, and lanterns strung about and a few different musicians set up throughout the park. By the time the sun set the park was teaming with people, more people than it had seen in years. Between the boos and the open admission there was no telling what the night would hold.

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To Sensei

alexblaze
2009-03-07 04:00 pm UTC (link)

Blaze had kept himself busy since he’d found the letters. It had been surprisingly easy for him to find distractions, amusements that helped to keep him in denial of the truth. Yet every now and then, especially when he was alone at night, he would think I have a son, she loved me and things could have been different…. Once he’d even let himself imagine what their life would have been like if Junk had been able to join the circus and run off with them like they’d planned. Her and Tootles would have been happy in the circus where they wouldn’t have been judged. The entire circus crew had been Blaze’s family and every single one of them would have welcomed Junk and Tootles with open arms. Things could have been so different.

However, tonight he did not want to think about the past, he wanted to try and erase it all together and he couldn’t think of anything better than a party. He waited until the sun had started to set before he made his way to ally behind the hospital where he’d told Sensei he’d meet him. He’d somehow been able to convince Sensei to get away with him for one night. He couldn’t wait to get lost in a crowd with Sensei, music, drinks. The perfect setting for a mental escape. He leaned back against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. It was getting long and he would have to ask Nori to cut it soon. He brushed his bangs out of his eyes and looked up at the stars. The deliciously warm weather and the special occasion had prompted him to put on his best cut-off t-shirt and a pair of jeans that the Free had given him that looked almost brand new. He'd even cleaned off his boots. He felt the right front pocket of his jeans for the letter he’d stolen, the letter that had never been sent to him.

He retracted his hand as if it he’d suddenly realized it was a snake. He wished he had a cigarette, even though he didn’t smoke; and he wished that Sensei would hurry up and get there so they could get to the party and he wouldn’t have to think anymore, he could just lose himself in all those people. He could lose himself in the freedom of being unknown and not having to hide what was going on between Sensei and him for once.

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sensei_san
2009-03-07 04:20 pm UTC (link)

Sensei would have had to be blind to not notice that Blaze had been acting differently. It wasn't as if he'd been acting that way since they'd confessed their feelings for each other. There had been a distinct shift. And as much as he'd wanted to ask what was wrong, Sensei contained the urge and simply offered his company and his embrace where it was needed and wanted. Of course he enjoyed that Blaze had been clinging to him a bit more, but he just wished he knew the reason why. He had to force himself not to ask and not to pry. If Blaze wanted to tell him, then he would. Otherwise, what was bothering him would remain unknown to Sensei. It was frustrating. Not even Nori knew and it seemed like she knew everything about everyone in the hospital.

He'd spent most of the day just playing with the kids and laying around his room thinking. His sister had come in and asked him about a few things, namely because she was in charge if he wasn't doing what he needed to be. But that was about it. Though apparently there was a party that day. A celebration of spring. He'd heard the rumors, but hadn't had any interest in going. However, that had been before Blaze had convinced him to get out of bed and go. Seemed that it wasn't difficult for Blaze to convince him of anything. Though that made sense. So, he'd agreed to meet in the ally behind the hospital so that the two of them could go to the party together. Sensei dressed simply, but nicely. Namely a black t-shirt with the Japanese kanji for his name across the front in red as well as a pair of jeans and his black boots. Telling his sister goodbye, he made his way downstairs and back into the alleyway.

Spotting Blaze leaning against the wall there, he couldn't help but smile. "Hey." The greeting was simple. "You look nice." Not just nice. Extremely tempting as well. If there was one upside to this party, it was not having to hide what he and Blaze had between them. No one at the trading post would know them, after all. "You ready to go?" he asked, reaching across to gently brush Blaze's bangs out of his eyes. He liked being able to see those eyes.

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Blaze and Sensei

alexblaze
2009-03-07 05:25 pm UTC (link)

Just being in Sensei’s presence was such a relief. It was kind of ironic, because not too long ago they could hardly stand being around one another. He stepped away from the wall as Sensei approached him. “Hi. Oh, thanks.” He grinned and ran his fingers over Sensei‘s shoulder and down his tattooed upper arm. “Yeah, I’ve been ready, just waiting on you.” He wanted to grab Sensei right there, but they were still too close to home. His own hand followed the motion of Sensei’s in brushing the bangs from his eyes again. “I know, it’s getting too long.” He liked Sensei’s longer hair but he didn’t like longer hair on himself it was too much of a pain in the ass to take care of.

He nodded in the direction of the trading post and started walking. He walked close to Sensei’s side, almost touching, when the path wasn’t too narrow. “We should really consider getting a horse or two, like the other tribes. I don’t know how we’d be able to feed it but it’d sure make getting around a hell of a lot easier.” They could have taken the sewers, and perhaps it would have been faster- but Blaze hated to use those nasty tunnels unless he had to. Besides, the weather was just to nice to miss out on.

They had quite a walk but they were both in decent shape and so it surely wouldn’t take them too long. “You don’t look so bad either.” Sensei’s attire wasn’t too far from his normal get up but he looked clean, and nice, almost as if the world hadn’t fallen apart around them. He wondered what would have happened if he’d met Sensei back when things were normal and he was still a performer. He thought Sensei would probably have laughed at the makeup, outfits and routines that he had. The thought made him smile and he actually laughed softly to himself.

It wasn’t long before they’d left town and found themselves walking along the river. The moon was bright and sky was clear so they could still see each other well. “What does this mean?” He poked Sensei in the chest where the red insignia was. It used to be that Sensei used his Japanese to infuriate Blaze but now Blaze liked when he spoke it, especially when it was under intimate circumstances.

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just_like_jack
2009-03-07 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Most Mountain Lions would have considered 'open admission' some sort of challenge, an invitation to go and spy or just get on everyone else's nerves. Not Jack. She'd wandered in to town with a totally non-spy agenda. Okay, so maybe she'd be a tiny spy, but only if she heard something really intersting. For the most part, she wanted to go to the party to have fun. Yes, fun. The kind that didn't involve being snobby or tormenting the lesser folk. Back in the old days, she'd been way too fond of slumming. After spending so much time exclusively on Lion territory, she was ready to see what everyone else was up to.

Jack was, once again, glad for the secrecy of her relationship. As Az's 'woman', she wouldn't have been allowed this much freedom. It would have been way too dangerous. Not that it wasn't, anyway, but most people knew her only as usless little Jack. Those that didn't, the few people outside of her tribe that had actually known her before the virus...well, she'd just have to try to avoid them. Really, all she wanted to do was have a good time, chat with new people and enjoy a night away from the Lodge.

The Trading Post was utterly packed. That was good. It gave her a chance to dissapear in to the crowd. Jack found herself something to drink and wandered around aimlessly. She picked up a few bits of conversation here and there, but nothing really caught her interest. She was also keeping her eyes peeled for other members of her tribe. It wasn't like she'd snuck away. In fact, she'd mentioned that she was coming to Az. At least, she was pretty sure she had. It may have come up in passing. She shrugged away that concern. It probably didn't matter, anyway.

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black_cat_
2009-03-08 11:14 am UTC (link)

Black Cat found himself pulled down towards the Trading Post on Saint Patricks day. After all he was still pretty new, and he owed it to the ancestors to have a good time on this, the most Irish of days. Plus he was getting pretty damn bored on his own on the boat, just him and his guitar.

The Trading Post was packed to the rafters, the none existent rafters, but you know. Cat knew he could ply his trade here, and do pretty well while he was about it, in all senses, but today was not an Irish man’s working day.

His eyes travelled around, picking out those he knew and those he didn’t. Those that seemed worth talking to because they were enjoying themselves, or more importantly because they might know where the beer might be. He kept his eyes open for Guinness, as it was fitting, and his favourite of course.

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littlewren
2009-03-08 02:33 pm UTC (link)

Wren had decided that sitting around the house and looking after the kids was something she was rather tired of doing. not that she didn't find those bundles of confused jittery joy a pleasure to be around, since her drink up with Windchaser she was look for some grown up fun and the St Paddy's day celebration did nothing but call out to her. This was her good time and she was going to take full advantage of the getting so blottoed you don't remember your way home custom that was enforced in these things. After struggling to decide what to wear she'd settled on her favourite black top (that Grey had once complained was nothing more than a terry cloth wrapped around her boobies) and her favourite ripped jeans. After shrugging on her grey caridgan she'd set off down the trading post and had fought her way to the moonshine stand where she'd gracefully accepted a cup of mouth ruining oil and downed it before she cold tell herself otherwise.

Standing with a group of Twin Feathers she hadn't seen in a while Wren let her, now, hazy vision scanned the crowd. She was aware that more than half the people around here were complete strangers to her, she'd been doing her bit as town drunk (or up and coming as she liked to think) to speak to them, pretending she didn't know that they could stab her at any minute that she finally got annoying. Now she stood and admired the body standing on his own, that shaggy black hair flying around in the breeze and that shirt hanging off that obviously lean body. He had that would be rockstar look about him and she smiled at the curious look he was giving the whole scene. Swallowing her beer she seperated herself from the group and approached the mystery man. With two steps towards him she grinned and offered out a hand.

"Town drunk," she giggled, "Nice to meet you,"

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black_cat_
2009-03-08 02:47 pm UTC (link)

Black Cat blinked at the barely dressed woman in front of him, chuckling as she introduced herself as the town drunk. She was obviously embracing the spirit of the day, and he couldn’t help but approve. She also obviously knew where to rustle up the booze, and might even know someone who could make use of a jobbing musician. He was beginning to run out of supplies.

“Hey.” Black Cat pushed the twang of his Irish accent to the fore, knowing that it generally did the trick with the girls anyway and it was Paddy’s day after all. “Hey I’m Black Cat. I’m currently grudgingly sober. Want to help me fix that, Miss Town Drunk?”

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[Slick and Notch]

whoa_slick
2009-03-08 09:59 pm UTC (link)

After fifteen years, Slick had gotten used to Az knowing...everything. There wasn't much that got past her bestie. It didn't matter what someone was trying to pull, or what secret they were trying to hide. Between the two of them, they could find out. It was something that they'd been working at for years.

That being said, she was slightly amazed that CERTAIN people hadn't figured out that their dissapearances would be noticed, and noticed quickly. Azrael had come to her, from what she could tell, minutes after he'd realized Jack was gone. He'd ordered her to go to town, and keep an eye on his wayward girlfriend, since he couldn't do it himself. She didn't mind doing favors for Az, though it was hard to tell the way she whined about it. She didn't want to go (even though she did). There would be too many idiot people that didn't know how to shower, they would stare at her, why couldn't Ace go...her excuses were many. Az, however, was unflinching. So, away she went.

On the way out the door, she bumped in to Notch. Since the only thing she liked better than being in fake misery was having someone else to torment, she'd latched on and demanded that he go with her. No one, especially not Notch, could resist her for long. He'd caved, though he hadn't been particularly happy about it. Having her friend along brightened her false bad mood considerably. She still wasn't thrilled about having to baby-sit, though she cared enough about Az that she'd do a good job of it. Jack wouldn't be kidnapped or murdered or molested or whatever it was that Az was worried about happening. Not on her watch.

By the time they got to the party, the Trading Post was already packed. She kept her eyes peeled for little Jack, without alerting Notch to what she was doing. He wasn't exactly privvy to that secret. Looping an arm through his, she smiled up at him companionably. "What do you think, stud? Time to mingle with the lesser folk?"

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[Slick and Notch]

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2009-03-10 03:01 am UTC (link)

Well this looked fun. Notch's brows were knitted together in disdain as he looked at the scene before him. For some reason, he had let Slick drag him along with her to this asinine gathering. His line of sight followed another patron that walked in front of him a few feet away, a dangerous glint present in his eyes, that left for a moment when he felt his companion today wrap her arm around his. A nearly disbelieving look crossed his face as he peered down at her. "And now you're going to parade me around like some prize cow? Thanks, Slick." There was a playful edge to his voice as he lifted his arm a little bit to better accommodate hers.

The fact of the matter was, he really didn't wish to be here. He wouldn't be here if it weren't for the shorter woman next to him, and her oh so charming ways. No plans had been set for today, the most he expected was possibly telling a few people to get out of his sight after verbally degrading them. Of course, Miss Nell had other ideas, and made them quite clear the moment they had bumped into each other back at the lodge. It had been a large smile and a cute little 'Hey, Notch', that alerted him to the fact that he'd just been roped into something. What exactly, he could have only imagined a few scenarios that were worse.

There was no use in trying to talk Slick out of something, over the years this had become quite apparent to him. Where it not for her having joined him in a few other encounters, her amusing pleads probably would have been denied. With a grand gesture of his hand he motioned to the festivities before them. "After you." Rolling his eyes, he tried to figure out once more why exactly she had the insane idea to come here.

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[Slick and Notch]

whoa_slick
2009-03-10 07:53 pm UTC (link)

So maybe Slick fought a little dirty when it came to getting her way. Notch should have been beyond used to it by now. They'd known each other for years, and she'd practiced on him plenty of times. Laughing, she nudged her companion in the ribs. "Oh, please. Even if I was, you'd love every minute of it. As it is, maybe I'm just sticking close so that you can protect me if the big, bad Wolves decide not to play nice." She batted her eyelashes up at him, the devilish grin making a reappearance. It was highly unlikely that anything would go down, and even if it did, she was more than capable of handling things on her own. The idea that Notch was there as any sort of guard for her was ridiculous.

Slick clicked her teeth together, an annoying habit that she'd picked up for exactly that reason, as she searched the crowd. Most of the people here were unfamiliar faces, and she planned to keep it that way. A flash of dark blonde hair caught her attention. She zeroed in on Jack, dissapearing behind a tree. Whatever. So the girl was alive. That was all she needed to know. Still, she steered Notch a little more in that direction. It wouldn't do to lose her once she found her. Az would be twice as pissed if something happened to Jack while Slick was suposed to be keeping an eye on her.

She caught his dramatic eyeroll. "Come on, Notch. Cheer up. It could be fun." Glancing aside, she winked at one of the young guys that was close enough to listen to their conversation. He blinked, obviously alarmed, then turned to walk in the opposite direction. Slick wasn't too surprised. The Mountain Lions were infamous, and she was one of the better known faces of the tribe. Sighing, she looked up at her much taller companion with a mock pout. "Nobody here ever wants to play."

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Junk and Charlie

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2009-03-08 10:57 pm UTC (link)

With Tootles tucked away with some of the older kids for the night Junk had nothing better to do than wander into the Trading Post. She had something to do later in the night with Blaze, if she could find him, but for the moment she had a moment surprisingly to herself to do with as she pleased. It was something Junk didn't get a lot of but it was something she missed but would never complain about. Complaining about it would mean she was regretting her son in some form or fashion and Hell would freeze over before Junk let herself do something like that.

Having cleaned up far better than many would have ever seen her, Junk moved around the Trading Post. Dressed in a pair of nice jeans though with the knees blown out and really consisting of more holes than denim and a bright green tank that had a pair of lips on it and the writingKiss me I'm Irish. The night wasn't as warm as she would have liked it so she had a jacket thrown over her tank to keep herself comfortable. Her hair was down out of her characteristic ponytail to fall down her back.

Junk didn't come unprepared for trouble though and with out a weapon one on her she still felt safe, though that could have been the monster of a dog padding along beside her. Mouse was large for a dog being a Great Dane but the fact the dog was large for a Great Dane made him near terrifying. Mouse made sure he was at her side, at times to the point she pushed at him playfully but he just tucked his head back under her arm.

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Junk and Charlie

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2009-03-10 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Of course Charlie could be found at the Trading Post. Cooking might have been his passion, but even the chef enjoyed the break every once in a while. For once, someone else could get their hands dirty and clean the dishes. A party also meant plenty of women to charm, and seducing was always made easier for him thanks to Moe's moonshine. Since he had just arrived, Charlie was content to linger on the sidelines, sipping at his first cup of booze for the night and winking at the passing cuties who caught his attention.

One in particular held his attention, and it was not just because of the monster of a dog that walked beside her. Her voluptuous curves could make the most devout priests and the chastest of saints rethink their religious preferences. Pushing away from the tree he had been leaning against, he dusted off stray pieces of bark that had stuck onto his white and green striped button-down shirt. He had to get a closer look at this chick.

He noticed the writing on her shirt and was about to say something smooth in reference to it when his mind finally registered her face. He could have laughed at himself for not recognizing her sooner. Then again, he had not seen her since high school.

"Hey Alice," he said finally with a corner of his lips turned up in a half smile. She was a hard character to forget, but had he been as memorable. His ego certainly hoped so.

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Open, Windchaser

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2009-03-09 10:18 am UTC (link)

Windchaser headed down to St Patricks Day a little later than she’d really have liked, between sorting out Cabello and being unusually girly about deciding what to wear. She tried to push down the idea that she cared more than usual about how she looked due to the possibility that Ryder might be there, and that she really cared because this was to be her first major outing into a big tribal event.

Shrugging herself into clean, none horsed jeans, a purple shirt to match the streak in her hair, black boots and her trusty leather jacket, she went out, wondering why she didn’t ask Wren to dye some of her hair green in reference to the day.

When she hit the Trading Post Windchaser was amazed at the noise and the life. It almost frightened her as this was literally more people than she’d seen in one small space for many years. She gave herself a moment to look around and see if she knew anyone, but finding no familiar faces, she simply straightened her shoulders and dived into the crowd.

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GEMINI, SHADOW, AND NOVA

nature_girl
2009-03-09 04:02 pm UTC (link)

Gemini was going crazy. She had never been to a party. She didn't know what to wear! She didn't know what to do at a party!Letting out a low growl, Gemini stared at the sum of all of her clothes where they lay strewn accross her bed. Callum had escaped to the floor, so he could stretch out without the fear of wrinkling something and earning Gemini's Scottish Ire. Picking up a dark green sweater and one of her nicer pairs of jeans, Gemini stood in fron of her bedroom mirror and rolled her eyes.

"This is hopeless..." Sighing, she threw the outfit back into the pile on the bed and went to stand at her window, twiddling her fingers through the bracelet at her wrist. She was anxious. She didn't know if Saint would be at the party. She didn't know what she would do if he was. Even thinking about him filed her veins with fire and made that dreaded blush creep over her cheeks. She wanted to stun him if he was there when she walked in. But she couldn't really tell anyone that could she? Of course she would want to look good even if he wasn't coming... but she really hoped he did.

The problem was, she had never been lal that girly when it came to clothes or makeup or hair. She was content with her nature-girl attire and her wildly curly hair. But she really did want to surprise people at this party. She wanted to make an impression on the people she hadn't met yet and she wanted to please the people she had.

Sighing, Gemini let her gaze wander to the apartments across the way and felt hope spark in her eyes. Was there a chance that Shadow hadn't left for the party yet? SHE could help her! With her smile spreading from ear to ear, Gemini flew out of her bedroom and down the stairs, accross the lawn and into the apartment building.

"Crap." She couldn't remember which door was Shadow's! Drawing in a deep breath, Gemini belted out her plea.

"SHADOW!!! I NEED YOU!!!"

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Re: GEMINI, SHADOW, AND NOVA

shadow_sam
2009-03-09 09:37 pm UTC (link)

Not only had Shadow not left yet, she hadn't even made up her mind if she was go to go at all. She hadn't been planning on it, to be honest. Parties weren't really her thing. Sure it was nice to see different people, but she really wasn't a fan of big noisy crowds.

Then Nova had come by on her way to the shindig, stopping to chat and check in. There was something about Nova - the young woman could make absolutely anything sound fun. Now Shadow was thinking that she probably would have a good time at the spring festivities. Besides, a lot of the tribe was going to be there. What if something happened? She really should be there just in case.

However, it seemed like something had already happened. She heard someone in the hallway yelling for her. This was far from the first time she'd been interrupted by shouting like that, and it was never a good thing.

Exchanging a slightly alarmed look with Nova, Shadow dashed out into the hall.

"Gemini? What's going on? What's wrong?"

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novalicious, 2009-03-09 09:50 pm UTC

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nature_girl, 2009-03-09 10:30 pm UTC

GEMINI, SHADOW, AND NOVA -

shadow_sam, 2009-03-10 12:01 am UTC

GEMINI, SHADOW, AND NOVA -

novalicious, 2009-03-10 12:28 am UTC

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nature_girl, 2009-03-10 08:15 am UTC

GEMINI, SHADOW, AND NOVA -

shadow_sam, 2009-03-11 12:13 am UTC

GEMINI, SHADOW, AND NOVA -

novalicious, 2009-03-11 08:04 pm UTC

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nature_girl, 2009-03-12 08:31 am UTC

GEMINI, SHADOW, AND NOVA -

shadow_sam, 2009-03-12 09:49 pm UTC

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nature_girl, 2009-03-13 11:39 am UTC

GEMINI, SHADOW, AND NOVA -

novalicious, 2009-03-13 07:28 pm UTC

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nature_girl, 2009-03-13 08:08 pm UTC

Open (Ace and/or Ryder are welcome to jump in at any time if they so choose)

danni_cat
2009-03-09 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Danni had never been a fan of any of these holidays, they were just another excuse for everyone to drink and for her to have more people to take care of. It had always been the case that Danni didn't drink, despite her tribemates trying to get her to. This time around, however, she was the first to grab a drink. Sipping it slowly, allowing her tastebuds to get used to the taste of the harsh alcohol, she convinced herself that she felt better already.

Ace, Az and Slick had yet to see her drinking, and she was far better off that way. It was possible that when they found out, they'd be angry at her, or far too worried. Thankfully for her, they would discover her after she'd had enough alcohol to get her mind off of things.

She had decided to wear one of her emerald green semi-formal dresses. The dress was a bit lower cut than she was used to, but she decided it was time for her to force confidence upon herself. Making one smart decision, she chose to wear flats on her feet, instead of heels. Something told her that alcohol and heels didn't mix.

Somewhere deep down, she knew this night would not end well, but in this moment, as the buzz was starting to hit, she was perfectly fine with that. Downing her first glass, she reached over to grab another, too unaware of her surroundings to care.

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STILL OPEN

danni_cat
2009-03-15 08:27 pm UTC (link)

Danni had no idea how much time had passed. She realized this as she knocked down her fifth glass of whatever it was she was drinking. She had tried to pace herself, but failed epicly. Her balance was wavering and she found herself giving herself props for deciding to wear flats instead of heels.

No one had noticed her, it seemed, as she managed to gracefully slide from one corner of the crowd to another, not making eye contact along the way. She sat herself down on one of the empty picnic tables nearby, deciding to people watch in her hazy and quickly changing state. She giggled as couples tried to dance with one another, but stepped on each others' feet. The giggle was a sad one, as she had no one to dance with herself. It wasn't as though she'd want to dance anyway. At least that's what she told herself.

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Ryder, Danni and OPEN -

_ryder_, 2009-05-15 05:55 pm UTC

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danni_cat, 2009-05-15 06:06 pm UTC

Ryder, Danni -

_ryder_, 2009-05-15 06:29 pm UTC

Ryder, Danni -

danni_cat, 2009-05-15 06:38 pm UTC

Ryder, Danni -

_ryder_, 2009-05-15 06:50 pm UTC

Ryder, Danni -

danni_cat, 2009-05-15 06:59 pm UTC

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_windchaser_, 2009-05-15 07:08 pm UTC

Ryder, Danni, and Windchaser ((Tag to Danni, then Windchaser)) -

_ryder_, 2009-05-15 07:23 pm UTC

Ryder, Danni, and Windchaser -

danni_cat, 2009-05-15 07:30 pm UTC

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_windchaser_, 2009-05-16 06:21 am UTC

Open

lone_ranger
2009-03-10 03:00 pm UTC (link)

After completing his chores at the farm, Dusty collected his guitar case and Hunter and headed down to the trading post. What a great opportunity to meet the people in the area besides his own tribe members. He had put on his typical blue jeans and boots, but was a bit embarrassed to find that he did not own a green shirt. So he wore a simple white button-down and tied around his wrist a green ribbon he had borrowed from one of the farm kids. At least this way he would not be interrupted by someone pinching him for breaking custom. A few other performers had already set up by the time he arrived, so Dusty chose a spot away from most of them, not wanting to come off as competition or anything. He sat down at the base of a wide tree and pulled his guitar out of its case. Hunter wandered off a little ways, intrigued by the sights and smells, but a sharp whistle from Dusty brought the dog back to lie next to his master.

Dusty plucked out a few random notes, trying to decide what song to play first. He had taught himself a wide variety of music after the virus hit and electronics became almost obsolete. Of course his thoughts then turned to Amy, and he finally chose one of his old favorites to play.

"The lonesome Texas sun was setting low
And in the rear view mirror I watched it go
I can still see the wind in her golden hair
I close my eyes for a moment, I'm still here
The bluest eyes in Texas
Are haunting me tonight..."

He would keep playing until someone finally requested another song.

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Dusty, meet Gent.

our_cajun_gent
2009-05-06 04:08 pm UTC (link)

Gent had never seen the streets of Sundance so quiet... Heck, he had never heard the streets of Sundance so quiet. As he let Le Coeur drift slowly into the dock, he had to wonder where all of the usual river rats were, seeing as their boats were unattended. He thought he heard the faint strumming of guitar, and the mummer of quite a few voices, from the trading-post which, if he recalled correctly, was just around the slight bend in the river. Was today something special? Had he forgotten some reason to party? That wasn't like him... he never forgot a reason to have a bit of fun. With a slight scowl turning down his lips, Gent let his boat glide into the space between two others and went down to tie it off. A fluffly Persian blinked at him, matching his scowl when he pushed her out of his way with the toe of his shoe.
"What do yah think could be goin' on, Odile?" His voice was crooning, velvet smooth and slightly slurred in that manner that alerted anyone who heard that he was a Cajun, born and bred. His hands were sure, quickly knotting the thick lines that would keep his livelyhood secure. "What'm I missin'?"
Frowning, Gent knealt to pick up the delicate cat, running his dark hands through her pale fur as he walked to down to his bedroom to take a peek at his rough calender. He had to admit, the silence and the uncertainty were unsettling.
He could have smacked himself when he noted St. Patrick's day on his calender. was it really March already? Looking down at himself, Gent took in his appearance, a little grungy but not in such bad shape. He had been on the water for a couple of monthes; hadn't been back to Sundance since before Christmas at least...
He needed a stiff drink, a soft woman... heck, he figured it was time for a little human interaction in general.
"Up fer a party, Odile? 'Course you'll have to wear somethin' green if you don't wanna get pinched..." Relieved that he was back on some sort of a timeline, Gent went to his sturdy chest of drawers with a slight smile on his face and pulled his box of treasures from the bottom drawer. The worn and scratched wood felt good in his hands but the cool metal and stones inside would feel better.
"What do you feel like wearing today, Miss Priss? Jewels or Ribbons?" He was a sap, he knew, treating his feline companion like a human, but she was he closest friend. She deserved it.
Picking a green ribbon from the box, Gent tied the thing in a bow around Odile's neck before reaching into the box for his father's wedding ring, a thick gold band with a large emerald, deep set in the center. As an after thought, he tied his mother's ring, a smaller version of his father's, around his neck. Straigfhtening his dark brown newsboy cap on his head, Gent scooped Odile onto his shoulder and left for dry land, following the music to the crowded trading post, ending up near a large tree and a man with a guitar, looking a little lost as he searched for a familiar face.
"Place sure has grown, Odile... See anyone oyu recognize?"
The cat turned her face toward the dog near Gent's feet, more in disgust than recognition, but it made Gent look at the man beneath the tree.
"Hiya." Gent waited for the man to glance up at him before continuing.
"Mind if I join yah?"

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Dusty and Gent -

lone_ranger, 2009-05-29 09:38 pm UTC

English and Yeates

_english
2009-03-11 04:24 pm UTC (link)

A break from the norm. It was something that English had needed badly and so she had dressed to the nines, or as much as she could considering the state of the world, and hopped up on her horse to head into town. She had seen the looks of those as she left. All the eyes wide to the point of popping out but she couldn't really blame them.

English had dressed in as little clothes as anyone would have ever seen the young woman. A micro mini skirt that she wouldn't be able to bend over in with slits up both sides accented with a large studded belt barely covered her bottom half along with a pair of lace up calf high boots with a good three inch heel. Her top half was covered with a knitted halter of teal that shopped about her ribs showing her middrift and it dipped low showing a great deal of chest...if the poor girl had had one. Her face was adorned with makeup and her shirt hair was fixed to make her look more pixie than fourteen year old boy. And the thing that still made everyone remember it was English was the fact the rather large knife on her thigh was completely visable thanks to how short her skirt was.

She had called out to Yeates to meet her there at the party and left before he could see just how she was dressed. She doubted very much he would even let her leave her room if he saw how she was dressed.

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carbonite
2009-03-11 06:17 pm UTC (link)

She'd taken off without him. There he stood trying to pretend he gave a crap about what shirt he slung over his torso, or the state of the few pairs of jeans he owned, he was just waiting for her to come in and do the "Why are you gonna wear that?" routine he'd heard his mother and father go through constantly and she'd skipped on it completely, called to him to meet her there and he'd heard the horse gallop away.

She was in trouble.

So as he made his own way there he fully intended to pout and moan at her until she kissed it right off his little face. However when he walked through the gate to the party area he could barely see her above all the bodies that had decided to turn up. Worming his way thrugh the crowd he finally spotted someone lithe enough to be her, the only difference was that this person wasn't wearing a tank top and a pair of ratty combats. This person was wearing a sinfully short skirt and even shorter top. For a moment he scolded himself for catching the look of another but as they turned round he spotted her face and his heart all but stopped. The skirt was sinful but the view he had of her legs was unbelievably gorgeous, not to mention the way her top dipped made him bite his lip hard and try to think of very un-sexy, which was hard seeing as his girlfriend was obviously a secret nympho and she'd chosen this night of all nights to show him.

Walking confidently towards her he tried to pretend not to notice the stares she was getting. When he was within reach of her he did just that, wrapping both arms round her middled he brought her back to his chest and poked his head over her shoulder, "Are you determined to make me explode right here in front of everyone because at the risk of sounding crude you're making it very hard for me to supress my absoloute love of your outfit tonight," he bit down on her shoulder to show her how he was trying to supress a primal urge. "And not that I don't love the outfit I kinda wish you would put a coat on," he moaned, "I don't want to have to bruise some poor kids face because he couldn't tear his eyes from you,"

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_english, 2009-03-12 03:30 pm UTC

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carbonite, 2009-03-12 04:36 pm UTC

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_english, 2009-04-23 06:28 pm UTC

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carbonite, 2009-04-24 11:06 am UTC

Pan and OPEN for fun! :)

panriver
2009-03-17 12:00 am UTC (link)

Pan had finally had a decent meal. He’d traded a warm night with someone for some coyote, carrots and a potatoe. Granted the meat had been stringy and tough but he imagined that he could feel his body sopping up every ounce of protein. The next afternoon he awoke alone. He packed his stuff up and spent the greater half of the afternoon with a group of drifters, sitting around a campfire. When the daylight started to wind down he made his way to the river where he stripped and then bathed himself in the chilly water. It felt good to get cleaned up and he even swam about a little. He missed living on the river, he missed his tribe, and he missed Gypsy. He hadn’t completely given up on looking for her, or at least he hadn’t yet admitted that he’d given up. He told himself that he was just going to rest awhile and then continue the search, but something deep inside him told him that it was hopeless now.

He put on the nicest combination of clothes that he had, and used the remaining silver and blue makeup that he had to color his eyes and leave streaks of color down to his jaw. He shouldered his bag and made his way down the river towards the Trading Post. He’d heard about the party tonight from almost every drifter he’d come across. He thought it was odd that so many people outside of the tribes would be attending a party. He wasn’t sure who was hosting it, all he knew was that it was at the Trading Post.

The sun had just set by the time he arrived. He’d hidden his pack on some thick bushes a good distance from the party so that he could walk around freely. He was feeling much better since he had some good food on his stomach and a full nights enjoyment/sleep. He wasn’t sure why he’d come. He knew that he would probably see most of his tribe, and he wanted to. Silver had claimed that they had been looking for him too. He didn’t believe her, and should he happen upon one of them he was curious to see how they would react towards him. For all he knew people still thought he was a thief.

He was amazed at the amount of people there. He slunk into the crowd and started hunting for drinks through a mix of flirtation and thievery. Getting drunk tonight sounded awesome, totally awesome.

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Saint and Gemini

nature_girl
2009-06-11 06:26 pm UTC (link)

Gemini wandered into the Trading Post with her heart threatening to beat it's way out of her chest. She was all dolled up in the dress that Nova had fixed for her, the soft green plaid whispering around her bare legs, which looked about a mile longer thanks to her be-ribboned espadrilles, and the thin black straps showing off shoulders that shimmered with a bit of some special lotion. Glitter sparkled on her lids, rimming her green eyes with light, and her lips shined with some deliciously flavored lip gloss. And, best of all, her main of wild curls had been tamed with the tinniest amount of olive oil and now lay in perfectly radiant ringlets around her cheeks and shoulders. The only thing that could make this night better was Saint's appearance, but she didn't know how on earth they would find each other in this mass of bodies.

Inching to the left until Nova could no longer see her, Gemini held her bottle of scotch in one hand while she gripped the back of a chair in the other. She gracefully hoisted herself onto it, the task only slightly hindered by her heels, and flicked a piece of hair out of her face so she could scour the crowd. He had to be here by now. Nova had taken ages on her hair, giving Saint plenty of time to get to the party. Still, Gemini said a quick prayer that their encounter hadn't been discovered and that nothing had happened to him.

"Please let him get here safely... Please let him want to get here..."

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Re: Saint and Gemini

saintdoyle
2009-06-12 04:36 am UTC (link)

Saint had been driven mad by the thoughts of Gemini since their encounter, since he spotted her perfect form sitting on the steps of his tribes territory. He'd been so worried about her finding out who he was but in the end she hadn't cared, she'd seen only him and not who he belonged too, she had insight into who he was and she didn't judge him for it. She was the most amazing person he had met so far and so knowing she'd be there, and that he should if tradition meant anything to him, he ventured out of the lodge towards the St Patricks day celebreation.

With his black waistcoat perfectly slung over his baggy black slacks (a side effect of hardly eating anything was that all his clothes were becoming far too big) and his white polo Saint thought he looked alright and then started the long journey towards the post. He'd walked it to prepare himself for seeing her again, to prepare himself for any disappointment his inner cynic was telling him he would find.

He'd not been there long, he'd not come in the front but had looped round and hopped the back fence, already he could tell finding her was going to be difficult so he started to edge his way around drunk people, loud children and louder 'adults' and then by what he could only describe as luck he spotted a shimmering lady sitting all in green, all on her own, with a strange fragility that Saint knew could only be Gemini. Striding towards her with a new sense of excellent direction fuelled by his desire to see her he smiled and once reaching her placed his hands on her shoulder, leant close to her ear and whispered, "I thought I would never see this angel again,"

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nature_girl, 2009-06-12 06:51 pm UTC

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saintdoyle, 2009-06-14 06:37 am UTC

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nature_girl, 2009-06-14 09:09 pm UTC

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saintdoyle, 2009-06-16 07:32 am UTC

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