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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|08:26 pm] |
( Thomas )
So, uh, weird. I just got a post card from Ravenscar, North Yorkshire. I think I'm going on a little vacation soon. You know anything about that, John? Zee? |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|06:55 pm] |
Well, I didn't miss this any, let me tell you.
Rent day looms fresh in the horizon, and me without my usual form of income (no comments, Dex.)
Anyone need a hired hand? (And again, Dexter- not in the mood.) Party planning, DJ/entertainment services, street magic, basic massage, exorcisms, lost items, psychedelics. You name it, I could probably make it happen. For the right price.
C'mon, people. One time monthly offer. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|12:34 am] |
So, Internet, riddle me this:
Zombie viscera on canvas- is there any good way to remove it, or should I just deem the trench a lost cause? We're awfully attached to the coat, but I'm not walking around smelling like a morgue for the rest of the winter.
Also, to anyone I might have... inadvertently maimed somehow, while John was at the wheel, I'm sorry. Blighter's been real bored, lately, and I don't know how to stop it.
Which brings me to point the second: Boredom, and its possible cures. I'm not used to being the wallflower of the bunch. And I have a tendency to bribe new friends with large quantities of alcohol.
Take that how you will. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|11:15 pm] |
Is it wrong I'm a little disappointed? Sun coming up, this side of the pond, and not a damn thing happened. After all that hype, just... nothing.
I'm disappointed in you, universe. What's a bored, down-on-her-luck half-magus supposed to do if the one for sure batshit night've the year's going to disappoint her?
Hey, Dresden. Happy belated birthday. Hope you an' Dex managed to survive another one. |
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[Oct. 7th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
How did I get voted the fearless leader-?
Whatever. Anyway. I'm Jax. Apparently new in town, although when that happened, I have no idea. I apologize for anything I might have done or said while John was figuring things out. He means well. Mostly.
Someone want to tell me why we're not in our proverbial Kansas, anymore?
If this has to do with that Jets vs. Sharks bullshit you CORE folks were trying to pull us into, I'm not going to stop whatever he decides to do. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|08:30 pm] |
Har bloody har, Elizabeth. Over a month, an' this is how y'greet us? Granted, redirectin' the transport to a pub, of all things... looks like y'makin' some kind of statement, eh?
I was comin' back t'explain. We weren't- We had a bit of a rough go, aye? But it's better, now. Ain't got much choice but t'bounce back, do we?
S'with the new message board? I miss that much while I was gone?
Oi! You. Yes, you, readin' this. What the bloody fuck's goin' on? Why ain't I findin' the Agency list, then?
(ooc: Bold text, for this journal, is Constantine speaking; he was strong enough to essentially possess Jax, instead of just imprinting on her. Lucky Jax XD) |
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