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Nov. 2nd, 2015


[info]sombria

public

someone missing a wallet?

old.

leather.

theres a picture of some little girl in pointe shoes inside. shes kinda adorable, just saying.

Oct. 29th, 2015


[info]setbacks

public.

[Once returning from Penny Dreadful(s) and discovering a parcel on the porch of his cabin. The post is made public.]

Found: One snow globe.

Oct. 15th, 2015


[info]sylvan

Declan M, Bucky B & Matt M

[Locked to Declan M]
I know you ain't concerned in the slightest, and you wouldn't worry over me, not even a lick, but I'm getting moved to protective custody. Think that might mean no working til they tire of watching over us like hawks, and reckoned you might notice my pretty face missing round the firehouse.

[Locked to James B & Matt M]
Getting moved into protective custody. You two make sure that apartment gets cleaned some while I'm away. And toss out the food gone bad. And both of you shower regular.

Oct. 3rd, 2015


[info]bohemianscandal

Clem M, Declan M, Irene A: Penny Dreadful(s)

Who: Clementine M, Declan M, Irene A
What: A ball. ~Distraction.
When: Post-tiny plot, post-Daniel-seeking
Warnings: TBD: nothing expected

The party had no cause, or purpose beyond a celebration. It was not precisely fashionable, because fashionable was boring, but it was exciting and so everyone in town beyond the boring had turned up )

Oct. 1st, 2015


[info]bailarin

Public

[Immediately after this]

what the FUCK happened

Sep. 24th, 2015


[info]sylvan

Sylvie M, Declan M

[Call to Sylvie M]
[Early evening, while sitting in her bus and waiting on the next call. She ain't got a real reason for reaching out, and it sure ain't melancholy or anything even some like that. She's being sisterly, she reckons, clear over in Queens for no good reason. Ring.]

[Delivered to Declan M]
[Perfectly tailored to his measurements, even down to the shoes.]

Sep. 19th, 2015


[info]sylvan

Declan M, Matt M

[Locked to Declan M]
[And pretending not one damn weird thing happened any.] We got us an invitation somewhere, and it ain't polite to say no.

[Locked to Matt M]
Reckon you best check on James, honey.

Sep. 14th, 2015


[info]bailarin

Public

[Public]

Soooo the place where I find the guys to buy the beer is gone. You gotta pick up, anyone out there?

Sep. 5th, 2015


[info]bailarin

Public

[Public]

The fire thing. That a New York thing, or a this-world-kind-of-nuts thing?

Aug. 31st, 2015


[info]sylvan

Declan M

[Locked to Declan M]
[Despite being holed up in his guest room at the lake for the whole damn day, and without coming out even once.]

You be real kind and say you're willing to get plenty drunk with your sister.

Aug. 30th, 2015


[info]setbacks

Marvel, NYC: Declan & Ryan

Who: Declan Murphy & Ryan Ramos
What: Two grouchy people meet.
When: Recently. Lets say before Saranac Lake with the sibs.
Warnings: None besides language.

Course he didn’t yell back. Whitebread didn’t look like he’d yelled in years, maybe they atrophied vocal chords when you lived somewhere rich and dull. )

Aug. 24th, 2015


[info]extinguishes

murphys,

[text to clem m.]

when you done bein rugged and shit? our dog misses you

[text to declan m.]

you're missing all the fun shit dude https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=qUuMBkDWGKs

[public]

Cute picture of a pug underneath the cut )

where's the dog modling agencys tho

Aug. 15th, 2015


[info]sylvan

Marvel, Saranac Lake: Sylvie & Dec & Clem

[Clementine, she rented herself a big old truck in garish red for the drive out to Saranac Lake.

It was only a few hours out, but the bag sitting in the passenger's seat made it real clear that Clementine intended to stay a spell. Her work schedule was clear as crystal for the weekend, and she reckoned some time away might do some good. She was real tired of dead blonde girls, and she was real tired of folks going off and losing themselves in doors, and she was real tired of heroic menfolk that disappeared without a peep.

She'd already decided to move back on home, to her place in Hell's Kitchen. No point staying where Matt and Bucky were, not if Matt was moving around plenty. Clementine, she wasn't much worried about danger in her own apartment, not with the glass fixed and a real good alarm installed. She'd been antsy some since seeing Joy, wanting her own space back and something like centering. Her life wasn't on over in Queens, and her life wasn't Graham and Shane anymore. They had their own things sussed, and she wasn't real good at being an accessory to other folks' loving.

So, getting away some would be nice. It would give her time to think, and she hadn't seen Sylvie since they were all small, and she reckoned that might be nice too. Might be, because one never could tell with Murphys.

It was long-since dark by the time she pulled up in front of the cabin. She hauled her bag out and hitched it on her shoulder, and walked toward the door in snug denim and plaid.]

Aug. 9th, 2015


[info]sylvan

Graham R & Shane A, Declan M, James B & Matt M

[Group: Graham R & Shane A]
Nother one of them girls turned up dead near you. Seems Penny'll be in Bronx a spell, but you keep an eye out once she's back there. Man doing this has a real hankering for blondes that come blonde as they can be, and they don't come a whole lot blonder than Penny.

[Locked to Declan M]
[After talking some with Shane.] Honey, need you to lie through your teeth and tell work I'm sick as plagues.

[Locked to James B & Matt M]
Matt, you best be home by now.

Aug. 5th, 2015


[info]sombria

[public]

well isnt this fun.

Jul. 25th, 2015


[info]competent

Dispatch: Marvel NY

[Around six thirty am, Saturday morning. Got to love the early starts.]

FDNY, this is dispatch. Who's open for a call?

Jul. 15th, 2015


[info]bailarin

Public

[Public]

This is crazy. Loco. This some kind of joke?

Jul. 1st, 2015


[info]sylvan

Mikey C, Declan M, Evie S

[Group lock to Declan M, Mikey C & Evie S]

Boys, say a real sweet how-do to Evie. She'll be making sure y'all ain't living like unwashed heathens come working days.

Jun. 23rd, 2015


[info]setbacks

quicklog: declan and clementine, marvel

[The night was an inviolable promise at his back, dreams lost to the sugar glaze of rising dawn, chewed up cherry pit red, well on its way to striking gold. His coffee sat black with contrast, landfill dark in a paper cup that made assurances on common man's simplicity, even if it was secretly an import of Indonesian Luwak. Declan enjoyed small pleasures, but sometimes those small pleasures were three hundred dollars a kilogram. Fly fishing, flannel, and inheritance to spare.

It was nearly six when Declan parked his truck aat the firehouse. Alongside the bricks and facing the street, he slumped his seat back to admire a glowing dawn still on the rise. Declan suspected that he would be waiting on Clementine for awhile, and he cut the engine off after letting his driver's side window down. The breeze was subtle without the stickiness that would come closer to noon. He let the weightlessness of it coax between his empty fingers. He drank strong coffee to combat the morning grogginess that came with prescription pills. It helped, he thought, although he couldn't account for the occasional tired strain to his eyes.

As it occurred to him, Declan pulled on the edge of the rearview mirror, assessing his reflection for any signs of weakness. The caffeine helped with his color as well. The Siberian blue of his eyes looked alert rather than drained. He was wearing faded cotton white and dark blue Dickies. Even when he wasn't on rotation at work, most of his clothing seemed to function in a similar spectrum of blues. He hadn't bothered to shave, and he ran some fingers up the underside of his chin with consideration of the prickle before giving a fresh glance out to the street. He'd give Clementine five more minutes before deciding that she'd slept in. He was still trying to decide if that called for dialing her number or just driving off altogether.]

Jun. 20th, 2015


[info]competent

Early Saturday: radio call (Marvel 911)

[The voice is dark with sleep, throatier]

Good morning, NYC. We got ourselves a 10-38 with a 10-70 this morning. Going to need you to get yourselves out to 632 East 9th Street.

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