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May. 10th, 2015


[info]thebestchoice

Narrative: Dick Grayson - Run, Hide, or Die

Who: Dick Grayson
Where: Lost - Hotel Lobby
What: Getting out of the beach door - Bringing Dickie back from limbo.
When: Yesterday
Warnings: Death - DON'T PANIC ITS OKAY.

You have only three choices: run, hide... or die. )

Apr. 25th, 2015


[info]luckythirteen

ITS A SHARONARRATIVE

Who: bb Sharon and grown up Sharon Carter
Where: Lost then The Sharon Carter Hangout Pad in Brooklyn
What: Sharon wakes up from a long stint doing hard time as a younger version of herself
When: LAST NIGHT WHEN THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED BUT IJ ATE IT AND THANK GOD FOR WORK COMPUTERS SAVING THINGS
Warnings: Pantsuits in a garbage sack and an opening run on sentence so long you might die from it.

Welcome to New York, Welcome to New York )

Mar. 24th, 2015


[info]luckythirteen

LOST: Sharonarrative

Who: Sharon Carter
What: Visiting the Heart of the Island
Where: LOST
When: Over the last week - and then today.
Warnings: Nah

The door said Namaste )

Mar. 22nd, 2015


[info]crazypants

Two crazily colored hair girls search Passages for a beach

[Beaches were not Gotham, or the party city, or even Gatsby. They weren't Vegas, all bright lights and sand and the chi-ching of slot machines that Theo never let her play, or the flashy glitz of brand new club going dresses that he hated her wearing. Beaches were a lot like home, clear water, sand, fish swimming in the sea, and sharks. Beloved sharks.

And in this case, they also meant a brand new friend. Kitane had no idea what Jules looked like, or who she was really waiting for, but waiting she was in the hotel of the lobby. Her suitcase (on wheels, of course) was huge, stuffed full of bathing suits and clothes for when they weren't on the beach, and a couple of sweaters in case it was cold, as she knew it sometimes did when the wind blew in off the water. It was also nearly as big as she was, definitely shorter, but bigger, and if she was lying it on its side, she probably could have curled up inside it with room to fit two pillows and a change of clothes.

The dogs and the cat were not with her, but left at Aubrey's for safekeeping. Stark wouldn't like the heat and Viserion wouldn't like the water (but he would love the fish) and maybe if it was okay, she'd end up bringing the cat whenever she popped through again.

And see Aubrey.

Or not see Aubrey, if he was still drinking. Frowning, black hair streaked with green fell over her face as she glanced at her phone. Nothing. From him. Nothing from anyone. She should contact Mingmei when she got there. That decided, she slid her phone back into the rear pocket of her black, skinny jeans.]