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May. 29th, 2014

[info]_spitfyre

lol wut

Who: Ryan and BJ (and possibly familiars)
When: Evening
Where: Byrne house

Liam finally being back to normal meant that Bonnie was finally indulging in a selfish day. It was highly overdue. She'd taken Endellion out for mani/pedis -- her preferred salon no longer batted an eye at being told that yes, her familiar was getting her nails done too, and if no one there was willing to take her money in return for the service there were plenty of places in town that would -- gotten a massage and facial, and then had promptly returned home and commandeered the living room for her own use. She'd changed into her PJs sometime around three in the afternoon, grabbed a soft pink blanket from her room, and collapsed onto the couch in front of some trash television. She'd dozed off a few times and had eventually ordered a pizza, the remains of which had long since gone cold in the box on the coffee table.

She'd eventually fallen asleep again while watching some reality show on the E! network, and when next she opened her eyes, the room was dark but for the glare of the TV. BJ blinked at the television and then closed her eyes, fully prepared to go back to sleep, when she realized she'd woken up for a reason. She could hear footsteps on the porch. One of her brothers was apparently home. Thinking about it only for a moment, BJ grabbed the remote and shoved it in the cushions under her butt, sleepily staking her territory. Then she triumphantly closed her eyes again.

Jan. 22nd, 2014

[info]_spitfyre

Seriously, can we not?

Who: Jason and BJ (And Endellion)
When: Morning
Where: Some random corner store

A day later, BJ was finally 100% willing to accept that Liam had not dropped acid and really was just suffering from his own stupidity of projecting into the barrier. She was also still cleaning puke on a regular basis, and wasn't willing to take that blindfold off of him for a million dollars. She'd stayed up through the night watching after him, and sometime after the sun finally rose she went into Ryan's room, kicked him awake, and told him it was his shift while she went to the store. Then she took what was probably the equivalent of three hot showers, dressed prettily just for the sake of being able to feel clean and goddamn pretty, grabbed Endellion, and hit the road.

When the little fennec fox trailed at her feet inside the store, the clerk didn't say a word. They knew her here by now, and BJ had a pretty good handle on what places in the area were familiar friendly, and what places were HEY GET THAT THING OUT OF HERE. Those may or may not have been places that had also mysteriously had a dumpster set on fire at some point, but this was really neither here nor there.

BJ had practically filled the entire cart at the household cleaner aisle, and then she realized that Liam might dehydrate if she couldn't get him to keep something down. So off to the grocery section she went, in search of Gatorade and applesauce.

And that was when Endellion went nuts.

"New smell"! she announced, happily, and woosh. Off she went. "New smell! New smell! Not human! New smell! Woodsy! Canine!" the familiar whirled around the corner, and BJ could hear Endy's claws skidding on the linoleum. "Oh, he's cute, too!"

"Goddammit," BJ whispered, before pushing her cart as fast as she could after her familiar. At that point everyone in the store was looking at her and the fox and the boy - who, yes, was pretty cute - and who her familiar had possibly outed as... something. Great. Just freaking great. "Seriously, Endy, can we not?"

Dec. 20th, 2013


[info]astralbyrne

I'll be the one, if you want me to

Who: the Byrnes
Where: their townhouse // SOHS, sort of
When: close to 7pm

Anywhere, I would've followed you )

Sep. 3rd, 2012


[info]astralbyrne

Another day in domestic paradise

Who: the Byrnes
Where: their house
When: early evening, around 5pm

No, Liam was not the best at showing he cared. )

Aug. 26th, 2012


[info]stuckinplace

give me back my element

Who: Bonnie and Reggie
Where: Phonelines --> Reggie's apartment
When: Around three

'Okay that doesn't make me sound sane. Maybe I'm not anymore.' )

Aug. 4th, 2012

[info]_spitfyre

It's not the heat, it's the humidity

Who: BJ and Open!
When: 9:30ish in the morning
Where: Starbucks

On a normal day, BJ was as sweet as pie to most people. Even if she wanted to call them a useless sack of shit and punch them in the face, she'd smile brightly and pretend to let things go.

Today was not one of those days. )

Jul. 19th, 2012

[info]_spitfyre

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

Who: BJ, Ryan, familiars, and hell... open to anyone in the neighborhood who hears the screaming, idgaf
When: Noonish
Where: Byrne's backyard

It really should have been a great day.

Okay, so BJ had had some weird dream about a single dad and an apartment full of plants. He'd had a really fat cat and one of his two daughters had a face like pure evil, but you know. Whatever. She'd had much weirder dreams in her life, and despite the fact that this dream was kind of nagging at her - for some reason she felt like this guy really existed and she needed to meet him - she was able to ignore it. Gorgeous day! Yesterday had been yucky! She was going to go outside. Yup, that was the plan. She'd put on a bikini, grabbed her ipod and a towel, and headed into the backyard to work on her tan. Which was kind of difficult. Redheads didn't really tan well. BJ had two colors: white and red. That was it. But honestly, she was still kind of in denial. She would figure out how to tan, it had to just all be in the lotions. Sure, that was it. Fuck it, either way. She was going outside. End of story.

She spread her towel out on the grass and stretched out, with Endellion mirroring the action in the grass. BJ sighed contentedly and closed her eyes, and for a while just enjoyed doing nothing in the sun.

But then there was that buzzing, and it was really getting on her nerves. She tried to ignore it, but, well... a Byrne not giving in to their annoyances was a rare thing. She turned her head and opened her eyes, just in time to notice a bee land on one of the flowers outside her bedroom window. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, BJ pointed her finger at the bee, and set her mind to blowing the little fucker up.

...

...

...That was not what happened. Suddenly the flower was twice the size it had been before, and the bee was buzzing around in confusion.

BJ jerked to a sitting position, and after staring at the flower a moment longer, worked hard at making something - anything catch fire. Absolutely nothing happened. Well, that wasn't strictly true. The flowers were doing really well. But she wasn't lighting anything on fire why wasn't anything catching fire she was supposed to be good at this oh my God oh my God-- BJ began screaming as if the world was ending. Because in her mind, it might as well have been.

Jan. 22nd, 2012

[info]_spitfyre

livin' it up while I'm going... nowhere

Who: Brian and BJ
When: Afternoon
Where: department store at a mall

One of the guys in the show had been at the march, and as a result was up in the hospital with a broken leg. He'd needed surgery to put it back together, and everyone in the show was trying to do something nice for him. They'd all go up together to see him in the evening, and to shower the poor guy with gifts. Perhaps surprisingly, BJ loved giving gifts. Having grown up poor, she'd never really been in the position to do that sort of thing for the few friends or relatives she had. There had been a lot of handmade Christmas presents when she was a little girl. Now that she had a couple thousand dollars stashed in various places around the house on any given day, gift-giving was awesome. The real trouble was moderation. She could afford to buy her bedridden friend a brand new handheld video game system and a shit ton of games for it... but she wasn't supposed to be able to do just that. No matter how much she wanted to, it would look really really weird. So she'd been all over the mall, trying to find a really fabulous gift that wasn't terribly expensive. She was fighting a huge battle with her own willpower in the process.

Endellion was of no help whatsoever for this sort of thing, so she'd left her familiar at home. Endy was ultra feminine, and also of the opinion that nothing but the best was good enough to so much as touch Bonnie's skin. Bonnie knew that she couldn't let Endy so much as see the mall without being talked into manis, pedis, massages, makeovers, and hair styling. For both of them. Most of the salons no longer batted an eye at Bonnie toting her little fennec fox in and paying someone to paint her nails pink. After that, Bonnie knew she would have been talked into at least three new dresses she didn't really need, and then it would have been off to the baby gap for a few to match Endy herself. No, Endy had stayed at home today.

Bonnie sighed and shifted her weight in the elevator. She needed to find something soon. Her feet were killing her. And the fat old guy behind her kept leering. He was being really obvious about it too, which annoyed her to no end. He kept making creepy, flirty little comments too. Right around the time he mentioned he could practically see through her blouse, she snapped. She turned on him and gave him a look to melt ice. "Not even if your dick could cure cancer and my titties were rotting off," she snarled. He jumped about a mile, and when the elevator stopped at the next floor, hurried off as fast as he could. Bonnie didn't even think that had been his floor. Did she care? Not at all.

Dec. 9th, 2011


[info]blueflame

But don't play with me

Who: Maddie, Bonnie, Luke, and maybe others
Where: Heme
When: Late evening

'Cause you're playing with fire. )

Sep. 28th, 2011


[info]_prettyodd

Placeholder!

For Evan and Bonnie!

Oct. 1st, 2010

[info]_spitfyre

good evening, officer

Who: Antonin and Bonnie
When: Nighttime
Where: The South Hamilton Street Performance House

Today had been Bonnie's first day back to work since Dex left. After twenty-four hours the police had let them file a missing person's report, and... that had been it. None of them had heard anything yet, and didn't know when (or if) they would, and it was generally pretty damn miserable. Life had to go on, though. She couldn't walk around the house like a zombie forever. So she'd returned to work, because hey - the freak show must go on. Flames had to be danced with, knives had to be thrown, and that fiery redhead had to look hot stage left while other artists did their things. Balancing lawn mowers, swinging from hooks in their skin (Bonnie had never been brave enough for that one... ouch. Plus, she was not a fan of scarring her skin)... typical show, but people seemed to like it.

After taking her final bow, she headed backstage, and plopped down at one of the massive, brightly lit vanity tables to remove her make-up. It was a small theater, there were no dressing rooms. But it was a family environment. Nobody in this group could be shocked easily. Probably why she fit in so well. She stared at her reflection for the longest time, thinking about how Dex had helped her learn to throw daggers when she was a little girl. Dammit, she thought, sighing heavily as she forced herself to pull it together. At least take the damn make-up off.

Read more... )

Aug. 13th, 2010

[info]_spitfyre

He don't live here no more.

Who: the remaining Byrnes
When: Midday
Where: Their house

Bonnie watched from the window as the car carrying Dex sped away down the street, until no trace of it or her oldest brother could be seen anymore. Then she turned around and sank down onto the couch.

It had all happened so fast. She still felt numb with shock.

The cops were onto something Dex had done, though Bonnie couldn't imagine what her brother would have done without the rest of them. They'd be coming for him - but he'd be long-gone. All his younger siblings had gotten up in arms, insisting they'd all go together. But Dex had a point. All of them leaving would only raise suspicions. There was nothing for the remaining Byrnes to do but sit tight and look stunned. Mission fucking accomplished.

Bonnie felt like she should cry. The four of them had never been separated like this. Losing her parents at a young age had been bad enough - she'd always stuck to her older brothers like glue. Now one of them was gone, with no idea when they could possibly all be together again. She felt like she should cry. She didn't, though. Even if she did know how to do that in front of her brothers (she didn't), now was not the time. Bonnie sighed and looked up, gaze flickering back and forth between her remaining brothers. "Now what?"

May. 15th, 2010

[info]stealinyurstuff

Love and Loathing in Scarlet Oak

Who: Neil and Bonnie
When: 7:00AM
Where: The South Hamilton Street Performance Artists
What: Fire starters and happenstance

Being an elemental can be an addiction. This is a different sort of drug. )

Feb. 6th, 2010

[info]thatsixthsense

Surviving the first date is half the battle

who: Bonnie, Connor and Dex
what: Picking up Bonnie for a date
when: Evening


Tonight he wasn't going to let anything, not family, nor friend, or restless spirit, bar him from keeping this date... )

Nov. 9th, 2009

[info]_spitfyre

Who: Bonnie and Endellion (NPC familiar), open to Byrnes!
Where: Byrne Manor von Shitstorm. Or, you know, that normal looking house on the hill.
When: Early afternoon

Bonnie was in no mood to go out and put up with the yucky weather. She did not like getting rained on, even the weak sprinkly rain. It was an annoyance, and an inconvenience. And now that Endy went with her wherever she went, the last thing she wanted was her cute little familiar smelling like wet dog.

"You think wet human smells so much better? You're wrong, little girl," the fennec fox piped in with. Bonnie grinned. The scene was probably comical. The early afternoon news break was showing the protesters at Camelot. Endellion was perched on the couch, and Bonnie was on the floor in front of her. Painting her nails.

No, not her own. Endellion's. Pink, no less. It was debatable what was worse - that Bonnie was actually doing this, or that Endy had actually asked her to. Oh well.

"I wish it weren't raining. I'd go set fire to some protesting signs and watch them all piss themselves. Self-righteous Protesters are all about fire and brimstone, but when you actually bring a little of that fire into things, they're always the first to puss out." Bonnie shook her head. Such a shame.

Aug. 30th, 2009

[info]_spitfyre

chance encounter

Who: Connor and Bonnie
When: Evening sometime
Where: Some bar

To someone who had spent their life in Detroit, Ann Arbor was kind of like Disneyland.

No, seriously! There was all this shiny stuff, and cute little shopping districts, and if one one of her little exploration trips a group of dwarves had started singing and dancing in the street she probably would have just assumed that was normal. Okay, maybe not so much, but close enough. Since the move, she'd spent so much time in Ann Arbor, taking everything in, that she had somehow managed to utterly ignore the crap out of her new hometown. So tonight she decided to see what Scarlet Oak had to offer, for a change.

A bar had seemed like a good place to start, though she didn't go to Heme. While vampires were kind of fascinating to Bonnie, their groupies? Not so much. A building full of desperate fangbangers just praying for a vampire to look at them was too large a test of Bonnie's patience.

She flashed her fake ID without batting an eye, even though she was still a little over a month away from being twenty, let alone twenty-one. She rarely had trouble with it, which she credited to attitude. Getting away with things was just a matter of acting like you belonged. The bouncer checked her ID, and then looked her over, before opening the door for her. Bonnie flashed a demure smile as she stepped inside. After taking a good look around, she headed for the bar.

Aug. 12th, 2009

[info]_spitfyre

scream for me

Who: Bonnie
When: Six months ago
Where: Detroit
Warning: Not for the faint of heart, NSFW.

Bonnie pulled the stolen caddy to a slow stop outside of Bitchtit's place of work and killed the engine. There was a time when Bitchtits had had a name, and had sat at Bonnie's kitchen table and eaten Bonnie's food, but those days were over. When Bitchtits had been dating Ryan, she might as well have been part of the family. But then people started talking, about the things Bitchtits did when Ryan wasn't around. Things with men that most certainly were not Bonnie's brother.

Bitchtits didn't deserve a name anymore. )