| Emily, Riley and Sanura |
[November 19, 2008 @ 12:10am] |
Who: Emily, Riley and Sanura
When: evening of Thursday, October 4, 2007
Where: Helicharis, Tiki Hut and TBA
What: Emily and Sanura meet Riley in Helicharis and head to the Tiki Hut for some drinking!
Status: incomplete.
Emily rested a palm on her flushed cheek for a moment before looking at Sanura walking on her right. "I still cannot believe I'm wearing this dress," she said. If it could be called a dress at that. The garment certainly redefined the term little black dress. She had met Sanura earlier that evening and exchanged cheerful greetings, which led into enthused conversation and somehow she'd agreed to go out for a few drinks at the Tiki Hut. They needed appropriate clothes, of course, and Emily went back to Sanura's place to borrow the dress.
After a little while of preparation, the women left Sanura's cottage to pass through Helicharis before the walk to the Tiki Hut. A slight breeze tickled Emily's arms and legs and she crossed her arms over her stomach in order to warm herself more. One of the problems with wearing beautiful clothes - they often didn't provide warmth or comfort. Oh well. Walking with Sanura gave her a surge of confidence that she didn't know she could muster and a smile appeared on her face without too much effort at all. Her friend's presence was so upbeat and cheerfully contagious that not smiling was practically illegal.
( And the party continues. )
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| Elijah, Aubert, and Little Constance |
[November 08, 2008 @ 2:24pm] |
Who: Aubert, Elijah, and little Constance
When: Autumn, 1940
Where: Alaska
What: Aubert and Elijah make a trip to share his alchemic knowledge and meet a young Constance
A journey to Alaska was the furthest thing from Elijah’s mind, but Aubert insisted on making the trip. There had been legends spread amongst the various tribes in the frozen North that spoke of people with powers to change ordinary items into jewels and sometimes gold. The older generation called it magic, but Aubert knew instantly that it was alchemy. It was the same gift that he had been given, and it was exciting news since the old Frenchman had never met another alchemist before in his entire life. He knew he could not pass on the opportunity to meet others like himself, and to share his knowledge with them.
“Allez, Elijah!” The old man yelled over the heavy winds that blew across the land they traveled. The cold bit against Elijah’s skin, but he could handle it without a problem. He was, however, worried about the old man that he was journeying with. Aubert was well over two-hundred years old now; carmot having kept him alive this entire time. But as the alchemist’s protector, Elijah could not help but feel worried about him. Elijah sought to ease the older man’s burden by carrying all of their supplies, along with the journals they had brought with them. The journals were, as Aubert said, “to spread the knowledge of alchemy to others.” It was the alchemist’s greatest wish – to have his legacy pass on to the next generation. It was the reason he had pushed Elijah to learn all of the formulas and laboratory techniques – he wanted something of his to live on into the future.
The pair reached a remote town in the Alaskan countryside, and entered the local tavern. The environment was warm, and welcoming despite the odd looks that were cast in the direction of the alchemist and elemental. Aubert immediately approached the bartender to ask questions about the local legends while Elijah seated himself at an empty table. Though Elijah had enhanced strength, the bags he had been carrying had become heavy over the past few hours they had walked. He relaxed into the wooden chair, slouching a bit as he waited for Aubert. Elijah smiled at the other patrons in the tavern, glad for the respite from his travels with his alchemist.
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| OPEN to all of Elysium- PARTY TIME! |
[November 07, 2008 @ 1:23am] |
Who: OPEN TO ALL
When: Tuesday, October 23, 2007- Late evening
Where: The Tiki Hut and surrounding shoreline
What: Irei's first-ever birthday party!
Sascha had never been much of a party planner, so the fact that everything had gone off without a single hitch (even given the adverse weather conditions) seemed like a miracle in and of itself. Today was Irei's birthday, and since neither of them had ever had an actual party before, Sascha decided it was high time they made some changes to their usual birthday routine. They definitely had the resources for a large scale celebration here in Elysium, and that was exactly what Sascha was looking to give his best friend.
He'd had the presence of mind to post some flyers in strategic locations throughout Helicharis to let people know about the upcoming event, making sure to mention that no RSVPs or gifts were necessary (although they were always appreciated.) The weather had suddenly turned nasty less than a week before the party; fortunately for him, enough of the Tiki Hut and its adjoining dance floor was covered to ensure that no one in attendance would end up stranded in the rain.
The sun had already dipped below the sharp line of the horizon by the time Sascha and Irei made their way along the shoreline leading to the Tiki Hut. Irei wasn't privy to the exact details of the night's celebration, although he knew something was definitely up; Sascha rarely went out of his way to dress beyond comfortably shabby, and he sure as hell never did for the fun of it. It was one day out of the year when he could bear to make himself "presentable" by Irei's standards, though, and he'd had the tailor's help to outfit him in a flattering black and pinstripe ensemble with his hair pulled back into a tight little ponytail.
He pulled his cigarette away from his lips and grinned at his companion as the festivities came into view. It seemed he needn't have worried about the weather preventing people from seeing his flyers; the bar and dance floor areas were already at full capacity with a few familiar faces and many strangers, but everyone seemed to be having an entertaining time. A band had set up under one of the covered areas, and an extra canopy tent had been erected above the sandy overflow dance floor to shield the party-goers from the light mist outside. Sascha had even worked out an arrangement to have some food and employees from both the restaurant and cafe sent over to accomodate the sheer number of people present. Yes indeed, it looked like all of his work had paid off.
"Thought you could use a decent night out for once," he said with a smirk as he replaced the cigarette and motioned at the crowd of people. "Half of these bastards are just here for the alcohol, but I figured that's what you're usually here for, too." Sweeney had already begun to make friends with some of the servers in the buffet line, and Sascha gave Irei a firm pat on the back as he ushered him into the melee. "Happy birthday, by the way."
All posts here are welcome! Sub-threads, narratives, whatever you like- just have your characters show up, for cryin' out loud! XD
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| Starbuck (with Addy and Zach's help) finds Lani and Kamea |
[November 05, 2008 @ 5:21pm] |
Who: Starbuck, Lani, Adrienne, Zach... and Kamea *pinches her cheeks*
When: Wednesday: October 24, 2007
Where: Lani's bungalow
What: a very belated first meeting between father and daughter
Getting all the required paperwork out of the way for Starbuck's arrival at Elysium seemed to take forever. He couldn't concentrate on such trivial shit right now when there was a very good chance that Lani was here along with his little Kamea. Though, one very good thing had come of his trip to the town hall, he'd learned that Lani did indeed live in the haven and even received her exact location from a very sweet woman (who gushed about what a wonderful Hallmark type moment was about to happen). Starbuck tried to be polite while still making the quickest exit possible.
With Zach and Addy in tow, the two of them helping to navigate since Starbuck didn't know where he was going exactly, he made his way to the waterfront bungalows. But then, once he was standing in front of the door to his daughter's home, Starbuck froze. He'd thought about this a lot in recent months, practiced what he would say when he finally got to meet Kamea, but now all his rehearsed words were missing, and his hand didn't seem to want to work as he raised it to prepare to knock. Why couldn't he just knock on the damn door already? He was terrified.
What if Lani slammed the door in his face and called him a deadbeat dad? What if he learned that Leiko was wrong and Kamea wasn't Starbuck's kid afterall? What if Kamea bawled her eyes out upon seeing him the first time? His hand was visibly shaking just inches from the door. He glanced back at Zach and Addy, all the color having drained from his face. He felt sick to his stomach, all sorts of doubts starting to sink in... the worst of which was the biggest what if of all time. What if he turned out to be a terrible father?
Starbuck realized then that he wasn't breathing, so he took a big gasp of air and let it out just as quickly. "I can do this," he muttered to himself. Thinking about being a dad made him think about his own dad, and Starbuck had learned to draw courage from Bardsley's memory. He rapped on the door and waited for what seemed like an eternity for someone to answer.
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| Nico and Umeko |
[October 29, 2008 @ 8:37pm] |
Who: Nico and Umeko
When: Afternoon, October 7, 2007
Where: Ancient ruins
What: A picnic date
Nico hadn't had a proper date since... well fuck, he didn't know since when, but it had been a long damn time. He was looking forward to spending more time with the cute girl who turned into a panda. They had an interesting first meeting, and then an interesting lunch afterward where they talked about pranks and made other plans. Other plans as in their date. He was glad (or was he lucky?) that she agreed to go on a date with him. Nico had joked with her that it was the necessary payment to keep his mouth shut about her panda pranking secret.
Hopefully, she hadn't agreed to the date just for that reason. He really hoped that wasn't the only reason, and that maybe she was really interested in him. Nico was beginning to feel lonely lately; not that he hadn't spent enough time with his friends (because he had), but he hadn't had a proper girlfriend in forever, and he wanted to have a special person to spend time with. Zach had Adrienne, and Loki had Mits, so why couldn't he have someone?
He didn't tell any of his friends his feelings, though. It was a secret, one that was necessary if he was going to keep up his image of being a flirt and a player. Deep down though, Nico wanted to have a relationship. Seeing the ones his friends had made him realize that. But! He wasn't going to reveal those cards just yet.
Nico picked Umeko up at her cottage, and together they rode out toward the ancient ruins. He had been there before with Zach, and so he was familiar with the lay of the land. Nico had packed a decent sized lunch for the both of them, and it was packed securely in the bags that his horse carried. They found a spot by one of the fallen pillars, and Nico set up the blanket and the food for them to begin.
"I don't know about you," he said when he was done. "But I'm starving! Let's eat!" He sat down quickly, but waited for Umeko to join him before he started digging into the food.
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| Saturday, October 18, 2007; James and Adam |
[October 25, 2008 @ 2:06pm] |
Who: James and Adam
When:Saturday, midday
Where: Outside Adam and Constance’s house!
What: James is pissed at his father and spends sometime with his good friend Mary-Jane
Warning: Funny stuff, but if light drug content bothers you, bewares!
“DAD!” James pointed towards the open door, then towards Mojo who was lifting up a leg to piss on the kitchen table. “You’re gonna drive me friggin nuts with the Mojo thing.” His hands referred to the door. "DOOR" Then they referred to the dog who he had to pick up and carry outside before he ‘blessed’ one of the legs of the kitchen table. "MOJO". Part of the statement was him scolding the dog. "Don’t mix!" After the dog finished his long pissing session he let him trot back inside. "There are like eight million animals that could devour him in like three seconds. Don’t leave the door open!" He scolded.
Peter was reading a book and stated simply. “Don’t smoke in the house. Do we have a deal?” He gave the kind of smile that James would love to smack off his face but he did the ’12 steps to not beating the shit out of your father’. He got up to eleven. The twelfth one was in the pocket of his hoodie. “You know how this goes. I’m going out for a walk. See you whenever.”
James walked down Helicharis mocking his fathers words to ease his annoyance. In the mean time, he was rolling a piece of paper.
( Nope, not a flyer, not a piece from a book. This was a piece of happiness. )
note: italics denote German
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| Malcolm and Summer - Oct 18th |
[October 21, 2008 @ 10:57pm] |
Who: Summer and Malcolm
When: Oct 18th, 2007, mid-afternoon
Where: Malcolm's Shop
What: Summer comes to ask Malcolm if he can help her regain her powers
To say she was nervous was an understatement. She was trying not to vomit. She wondered what he looked like. She'd never met a sorcerer before. She was trying not to picture the wizard from Disney's Fantastia. She was pretty sure that he didn't look like that. At least, she hoped he didn't. Was he going to be friendly? Would he even be willing to help her? She had nothing to offer him in a form of payment aside from assistance in whatever he needed. That, or cookies. All she could do was tell him about her misfortune and hope that a fellow magic-user would be willing to help her out. Summer had lost a majority of her powers and ability due to the tragedy springing from the Pandora virus, and it had been her own idea to visit this sorcerer and ask to help him. She was dressed for much colder weather than it actually was, because she loathed being sick. Inside her messenger bag were wrapped baked goods -- always a great ice breaker. She had already concocted a plan. She was going to be as congenial as possible, as positive as possible, and as desperate as possible. How could he say no?
She just hoped he didn't turn her into anything.
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| Heather and Mikhail |
[October 21, 2008 @ 1:00pm] |
Who: Heather and Mikhail (and Master Wongsa to some degree)
When: Tuesday, Oct. 23, 2007... early afternoon
Where: combat gym
What: a meeting!
"ELBOW. ELBOW. KNEE." shouted Master Wongsa, each word punctuated with the action he commanded of his student. Heather pounded every one of her bodily weapons into the padded mitts worn by her trainer, each hit jarring the man slightly. Master Wongsa was not a big man, he was actually shorter than his student, but he was strong, and he definitely knew what he was doing as a fighter. He probably understood Heather's body and its abilities better than she did, and so when he told her what to do, she did it instantly, no questions asked. She had complete faith in him, even if her patience was wearing a bit thin today.
Master Wongsa had been born a werewolf, so the lunacy brought on by the approach of the full moon was something completely normal to him. He'd learned long ago how to keep the beast inside him at bay. He could transform at will and even keep from turning on the full, though he didn't much care too do either. He and the beast had made peace at an early age, and they worked together now.
That wasn't the case for Heather. She was still relatively new to these feelings, and her feral urges grew stronger as the moon grew bigger. As she threw her fists, elbows, knees, and feet into the mitts, she found herself feeling the urge to actually do damage. At times she wanted to rip off her own protective gloves and just got at it bare fisted. The worst of her raw emotions was the craving for sex. By the time the moon was just one day away, she'd be ready to jump on just about anyone, but that wasn't the case today, she didn't need it just yet. She was actually a bit nervous about this particular full moon, since she now had friends outside her family. Heather thought it might be a good idea to send them all notes, warning them in advance.
With all the frustrations swirling around in her head, she began to shout and scream with each hit, "FUCKING... STUPID... MOON!" Yes, she'd asked for this life, and she didn't regret it, but dammit if it wasn't a bitch at times!
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| Duncan and Nathaniel - Oct 7th |
[October 20, 2008 @ 9:36am] |
Who: Duncan and Nathaniel
When: Oct 7th, early afternoon
Where: Nathaniel's home
What: Instead of sending a note, Duncan wants to thank Nathaniel in person!
Duncan had originally intended to send a note, but then that meant he wouldn't see Nathaniel again. It was almost like encouraging himself to retreat to his comfort zone. So, with a smile and a box of thank-you sweets he wasn't sure Nathaniel or Voe would eat, he started off. He wasn't really willing to bring them baggies of blood, so if they were both too advanced in their condition to enjoy chocolate, he'd take them home and offer up something else another day.
He sincerely hoped Nathaniel was home. Not that speaking to Voe would be terrible, but, he wanted to thank the actual host of the dinner party himself. He remembered Heather's reaction to Voe and smiled a little. Not knowing he'd be accosted less than three days later by her, Duncan didn't really think Voe was that bad.
He knocked three times, then swung back on his heels and put his hands in his pockets, grinning happily.
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| Saturday, October 6, 2007; Cordelia and Nathaniel. |
[October 18, 2008 @ 10:55pm] |
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Who: Cordelia & Nathaniel
When: Saturday, in the late afternoon
Where: The Medical Pavilion
What: Cordelia is on the prowl to find other vampires in the townand what better place to look for them than the blood bank at the medical pavilion? She happens upon Nathaniel and the two strike up a conversation that is not to his liking.
She had been to almost every building in the northern portion of town, leaving only the combat gym and the elven temple to be explored. As of late, however, Cordelia had been more interested in searching for others like herself. If there was a census, the town council would have it and somehow she doubted they would share such information with her just for the sake of her supposed curiosity. There was one place that they would have to come to eventually, and that was the medical pavilion.
Cordelia looked as striking as usual, in a long-sleeved black sweater-dress. A bright-red belt was about her waist, adding a dash of color to the classy-casual ensemble. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest as her eyes scanned the room again where she had found herself not too long ago; she did not see Adam, the sweet thing that had helped her after that stupid girl gave her a damaged bag of blood and ruined a perfectly good pair of trousers. Now all she could hope to do is go to the tailor and see if someone could do something with them.
It seemed to be a waste of time to be here as no other vampires had come through. Just as she was about to give up and leave, perhaps to see if there was any early-evening entertainment at the wine bar, one happened across the way. "Mmm," she gave with a gentle raise of her eyebrow. Had he not been a vampire already, Cordelia would definitely have put some serious consideration into turning him into one. There was something about his eyes that even from a distance were alluring.
When he was nearly passing her, she asked him softly (since she knew he would hear her), "Aren't you tired of this yet?"
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| Wednesday: October 10, 2007- Sascha, Sweeney and Summer |
[October 18, 2008 @ 2:46pm] |
Who: Sascha, Sweeney and Summer (S-s-spectacular!)
When: Wednesday: October 10, 2007- Mid morning
Where: The bakery
What: A stormy day and a fateful introduction
Sascha had been caught in downpours plenty of times in his life, but as the frigid droplets pounded down onto his shoulders and bit numbingly into his skin, he couldn't help but curse himself (again) for not taking the damn day off to stay at home. He was due for his afternoon shift at the library in a handful of hours, and he'd spent the majority of the morning trying to wait out the rainstorm before realizing that it wasn't likely to let up in the forseeable future.
The carriages had all been gone once he'd reached the outpost nearest the bungalows- who was crazy enough to be outside in this weather, after all, let alone walk?- and he had been forced to sprint along the pathway leading to Helicharis with only an enthusiastically panting Sweeney at his side. His umbrella was basically useless against the torrents of water cascading down on him, and by the time he'd reached the outskirts of town and the vague outlines of the buildings had come into view through the sheets of rain, he was already soaked to the bone. Desperate to find a place where he could rest and possibly defrost his extremities a bit, he ducked into the nearest doorway.
The smell hit him first, followed quickly by the sensation of warmth. Sascha hadn't realized exactly where he'd been headed, but it only took a few moments for it to dawn on him that he'd stumbled into the bakery. His stomach picked up on the fact mere seconds later as it let out a formidable growl, the sound loud enough that Sweeney cocked her head curiously in response. Damn, it smelled good in here.
"Anybody here?" he called loudly, glancing over at the empty counter and wondering if the workers were busy back in the kitchen. Now that he thought of it, didn't Lucinda work at the bakery? Now that woman was something else, he had to admit. The memory of their playful first encounter brought a smile to his face, and as he caught his reflection in the glass showcasing various breads and other pastries, he raked a hand through his rain-slickened hair to make himself slightly more presentable. "Time for more hide and seek, Miss Lucinda? You know I'm always game."
Sweeney, meanwhile, had nosed her way over to the counter and was now eyeing a display plate of chocolate frosted cupcakes, her paws propped up on the surface as though she were waiting for a little assistance. Sascha was about to scold the mutt, but he was suddenly struck with a bout of childish giddiness at the sight of the scrumptious-looking desserts. Slowly he sank to his knees beside his canine companion and laid his chin on the counter, copying her stance with his hands splayed out against the countertop and giving a pathetic little whimper as he waited for someone to appear. "Service, please?"
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| Friday, October 12, 2007; Caden and Sheldon |
[October 18, 2008 @ 7:15pm] |
Who: Caden and Sheldon
Where: The main road of Helicharis
When: Early afternoon.
What: Caden and Sheldon practice the art of girl watching.
Warning: Dollops of smarm and testosterone found in this log. Read at your own risk.
( CASH = flirtin' with your womenz. )
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| Summer and James |
[October 17, 2008 @ 5:54pm] |
Who: Summer and James
When: a little before sunset, Monday, Oct 8th, 2007
Where: On the road toward the cottages.
What:Dog walking!
Summer knew she should ask the bakery owner if she could bring her dog to work, but she was too nervous to do so..yet. True, she was the assistant manager, and true, she'd been told that if it wasn't for her the place wouldn't run half as well, but she still didn't feel like this gave her the right to bring her dog to work. The only thing was that Alley and Kazam, her cats, didn't require as much of a watchful eye. The two cats and her raccoon were fine with moving indoors and outdoors. (She had suspicions the raccoon was convincing her cats to be wild, what with them being impressionable in their young age.) It was only her dog, Sebastian, that liked to be around Summer every second of the day and didn't like letting himself out to use the bathroom. He never went in the house, but she knew he only zipped out, went, and came back in to mope all day. It made her upset.
So after work Summer had walked home, gotten Sebastian, and walked back to Helicharis to give him the exercise he needed. It also served as a great way to clear her head from the hustle and bustle of the day. She was munching on slices of apple she'd packed in a tiny cloth pouch, occasionally dropping one down for Sebastian, who loved them. Her attention entirely focused on her dog, she walked with her head down, grinning and giggling. "You're so funny, lookit your funny face. You already had half of them..."
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| Duncan and Marit |
[October 17, 2008 @ 5:12pm] |
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Who: Duncan and Marit
When: evening, Saturday, Oct 13th, 2007
Where: A road within Helicharis
What: Duncan bumps into Marit, and invites her along
Duncan had run out of food. It happened occasionally. He was on his way to town, hoping that he wasn't too late to find some of the grocers and butcher open. If not, he was confident he'd be able to scrap something up at the cafe. Duncan wasn't really a picky eater. Although he was an excellent cook, he could easily settle for scones for dinner. After all, his favorite food came in a can. He was running out of ravioli. Oh, the thought was sad. He treated himself to one a month, and had accepted the fact that one day he would have none, unless he could venture out for more.
In his head he was currently making schedules for the rest of the week. He wanted to visit with Heather, just to make sure she wasn't actually upset with him. He was 99.9% sure she wasn't, but part of him was charmingly upset. He also wanted to think about a Halloween costume, and was hoping the funny little tailor man could help him out in that respect.
He almost missed Marit entirely, but the bright shimmer of her hair caust his attention. "Miss Marit?" he asked, his eyebrows shooting up. Despite the cool October air he was wearing nothing but a thin long sleeved shirt and jeans. He kept warm rather easily, and it wasn't unusual for him to only start wearing a jacket in early December. He took a step toward her. "Marit!"
He was happy to see her. At the dinner party he hadn't had much of a chance to speak to her. By the time his interruption with Heather had passed, she'd began speaking to Nathaniel again. It didn't surprise him that she was so popular; she was beautiful and seemed very sweet.
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| Tuesday, October 9, 2007; Aveira and Idehr |
[October 16, 2008 @ 10:08pm] |
Who: Aveira and Idehr
Where: Mostly the freshwater lake.
When: Afternoon.
What: A boat ride & snack on the lake.
Right, his hands needed to stop shaking. "Stop it," Idehr said to his large, green hands, but they pretended to be deaf and continued. They weren't the only part of his body that was conspiring against him. One side of his hair had a different shape than the other and looked strange. He attempted to straighten it with a hair brush only to fail for the most part. Muttering an Orcish curse, he pulled on his thin black jacket before heading to the kitchen. Emily had agreed to look after Maddy for the afternoon, thankfully, and wished him luck after the girl revealed what his plans were. He thanked the woman as his cheeks warmed - at this rate, the entire community would know that he fancied Aveira.
There was nothing for it now; he had to pack the food he'd made into the basket and be on his way before it became too late. Perhaps it was not the smartest idea, going for a boat ride in chillier weather, but he hoped that it would turn out well enough for the both of them not to mind. He finished packing and left the cottage to head for Aveira's place. He had no gift for her except the food which he made and he hoped that and his company was enough. His heart beat faster as he neared the town and his nerves went into overdrive.
He knew he wouldn't have any problem rowing the boat or eating, but how could he think of good conversation topics all the time? Maybe if he started the conversation, she'd just lead things from there. Yes, that was a good plan, he told himself. Idehr gathered his quickly disappearing courage and knocked on the door. For a moment his nerves almost got the better of him and he worried that a group of men would jump out and attack him in an instant for even daring to knock on her door. A bird chirped somewhere overhead and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Calm down, he had to calm down. Right. Idehr wiped his free hand on his trousers and got ready to give her his best grin.
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| Sunday, October 7, 2007; Adair and Caden |
[October 13, 2008 @ 3:22am] |
Who: Adair, Caden, Caitlin and Cara-Jane
Where: ADCASH cottage.
When: Sunday evening, October 7, 2007
What: Drunken talking.
Rating: potentially up there.
( Halloween costume talk and more. )
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| Adair and Heather: An Intervention |
[October 12, 2008 @ 11:17am] |
Who: Heather and Adair
When: Saturday, October 6, 2007... late afternoon/early evening
Where: around Helicharis area
What: Putting a stop to smokey snacks!
Heather's feet connected with the gravel and dirt path, one after another they crunched, each one helping burn off a bit more of the heavy lunch her mother had made today. Armena could seriously cook... feed a whole army probably. It was a good thing her and Nang had given Heather and Heath such good genes, and that the werewolf and her brother were athletic by nature, or they'd each way five-hundred pounds by now! Heather liked food far too much to give up any of her mother's good cooking, so she worked out extra hard to compensate for all the food she inhaled. She took care of her body, and it took care of her in return by continuing to look hot, and now she'd get even a few more years of fabulousity, so major plus there.
Another perk... awesome weather! But Heather knew it wasn't going to last as long as her youth, so she was sure to get out and enjoy it. Cold temperatures and probably even snow were on the way in the coming months. But for the time being, it was beautiful out, and she especially loved seeing the changing leaves. The occasional brisk breeze was nice too. Hell, it was all around perfect.
Well, 'cept for the smoke that wafted through the air toward her as she ran up behind some man she didn't recognize. Heather tried to move in a direction where she couldn't smell the cigarette, but it was no use, her sense of smell was too strong now. Slowing her pace, she pulled just ahead of him and then turned around, jogging backward. Being highly opinionated, Heather wasn't one to keep her mouth shut, especially when it came to smoking. She hated cigarettes. "Um, hi... Heather Jao," she said in a somewhat unsteady voice, what with her heart and lungs working so hard still from her run, "Your cancer stick is sorta sucking all the joy out of this beautiful day. So, why not flush those foul things already. You'll be doing yourself and the rest of us a big favor."
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| Sunday, October 7, 2007; Sascha, Irei, Zosimus |
[October 12, 2008 @ 9:40am] |
Who: Sascha (and Sweeney), Irei, Zosimus
Where: The Sascha/Irei home and outside
When: Day, Sunday, October 7, 2007
What: Zosimus is going to attempt to teach Irei to shoot arrows and, maybe, learn something in return!
Saturday night had been a hard one to fall asleep to. Just knowing that when he woke up he'd be off to see his favorite people made Zosimus far too excited to sleep. Well, at first anyway. After a while he grew exhausted from being so excited and passed out in to a child-like slumber. He dreamed but, upon waking, couldn't remember what about. It didn't bother the boy, he was romping around the compound since the moment his eyes opened when the sun came streaming through the tree tops. Several of his fell centaurs found it humorous and quite nice to see their little foal filled with so much energy. Zosimus sprang to his hooves in an almost comical fashion. "What's for breakfast?" he asked while running over to a few who had settled around a fire with dishes and food on them. He sat and ate, trying to be as polite as he could, before thanking the cooks and fleeing back to his bed.
For a moment he whined to himself because he couldn't find his map. He checked everywhere but the last place he had put it--inside his quiver. Looking inside, Zosimus grinned when he saw it curled up among the dull arrows he'd made himself. Everything in order, he strapped the leather over one shoulder and under the opposing arm before wiggling to get it comfortable. Okay. He had to pause in his rush to make sure he had everything before shouting his goodbyes. The centaurs watched him leave, some shaking their heads and others chuckling. The boy liked to think there was an odd array of personalities he lived with.
Ten minutes later, after galloping around trees and across the backyards of the bungalows, Zosimus came up upon the house he was looking for. A grin plastered to his face, smattering of freckles high on his cheeks, the brunette charged the building. Since meeting the men, and dog, as well as other persons, Sims had become quite a forward boy. He was not nearly as shy as he had been that first day upon meeting Sascha, that was for sure.
"Sascha!" he called from the base of the steps. "Irei! Sweeney-wolf!" Zosimus's hooves made circular shapes in the sand as he shuffled around, unable to remain still.
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| Saturday, October 9, 2007; Duncan and Voe |
[October 12, 2008 @ 3:54am] |
Who: Duncan and Voe
Where: on the road to Helicharis
When: early afternoon of Saturday, October 9, 2007
What: Voe meets Duncan and wants him to prove himself.
Observe others when they believe they are alone, for that is when they are most honest. The twenty-sixth Edict of Elegance. Voe walked down the road to town for a while before she discovered a familar figure's back in front of her. It was the Djinn. No, his name was to be Clay. At the dinner party, she sensed from her brief conversation with him that he had changed his mental shape a couple of times but pieces of the old masks still shone through his present one. And then there was the odd way he'd greeted her.
He was definitely odd, she decided, and not only because she had no idea what exactly his race did. That she would discover within too long. Voe increased her pace, quickly and quietly, until she was walking by his side. "I wish to know your abilities to determine if you will be useful to me," she stated, but really she was just curious. He didn't look particularly strong - although she needed to test that in order to be certain. Perhaps an impromptu fighting match might prove to be handy, and she stored that idea in her mind as a possibility.
She walked in front and turned around to face him for closer inspection, which included testing his scent and hearing the way he moved. He carried himself... a little like Volcano, actually, and she wondered how many secrets he had hidden. More than her present ally perhaps. Her gaze upon his face was as intense as it always was, blue eyes hardly blinking as they searched his. Interesting. "You do not fight," she stated, "and thus have fallen short of your potential." Now to test him, she quickly shot a fist out towards him to see if he would dodge her punch. "If I am to believe you are the quintessential djinn, then my assumption that bloodseekers truly are the superior race is confirmed."
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( What happens after the first two comments. )
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| One of Nathaniel's happier moments. |
[October 03, 2008 @ 11:20pm] |
Who: Nathaniel Wyatt and his friends John and William.
Where: university in South Carolina
When: November 14, 1992. Nathaniel is 19.
What: Nate and his friends go out to a student club.
( ''We're going to the dance. No excuses.'' )
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