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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|09:11 am] |
Who: Diana and somebody?
Where: Snap Crepes in Georgetown
When: Friday afternoon
The ice and freezing rain of the day had canceled any tours Diana was going to be giving for the afternoon and she wasn't scheduled for the coffeeshop that day so Diana had taken the opportunity to convince one of her tour coworkers to drive her out to Georgetown and drop her off at one of her favorite little restaurants. The place was in a converted townhouse and it was tiny though there was nice garden seating out back when the weather was good. Otherwise, there were a few small tables inside and...that was about it. Still, in the middle of the afternoon, she was the only person in there besides those working so she ordered herself some hot tea and a sweet crepe. Nutella and bananas, yay.
While she waited on her food, though, her cellphone rang. Half expecting it to be Jack, Diana didn't bother to look at the caller id and was greeted to the sound of her mother's voice instead. "Hi, Mom. You know I'm usually working at this time, right?" she asked in a I love you but why are you calling me right now exactly? tone.
"What? No! No I wasn't fired!" she rolled her eyes and sighed. "Tours got canceled because of the weather... No, no I'm not freezing my buns off outside. I'm actually inside, getting crepes." She paused. "You know, that little place in Georgetown I took you to that one time? Yeah, it is pretty cool." Diana tapped her foot, eventually her mother would get to the point. Of course, at the moment, that was taking a long time and her tea had arrived so Diana switched on the autopilot and started making I'm listening noises into the phone while she poured herself a cup and added lots of sugar.
Then she came up short. "Wait. Is that what this is about?" Now she was choking down a laugh. "Mom. He's my roommate. I'm not dating him. We're not engaged. We're never going to be engaged. No, I'm not moving in with him because I'm pregnant. He's already got a kid anyway. No, he didn't run out on the kid! Yes, he's a good father, but that doesn't make a difference to me. Mom. Mom. Mom!" Her mother wasn't listening and Diana could see her crepes coming. "Mom, I'm hanging up now, I'll call you later," when you've passed this momentary insanity, "Mom, I love you but I'm really hanging up now. Byyyyeee!" Then she shut the phone with a click just as the server set down her crepes. She smiled up at the server as she turned her phone off with a relish. "Thanks! They look fabulous." |
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[Feb. 21st, 2008|11:13 pm] |
Who: Dante Price & Antony Erasmus
Where: Bus Station
When: Thursday
What: Dante arrives in Washington.
Dante shuffled off the bus with the rest of his travelling herd, waiting with a teenger's impatience as the old lady in front of him was helped down the metal steps, onto the sidewalk.
When he was back on cement ground, Dante threw his bag over his shoulder and looked around. Grey, grimy and filled with work-weary labourers and unwashed masses. Was there a station anywhere that didn't resemble this dreary postcard? Probably not. And to think; if only carbon emissions such an issue, he could have flown.
Why do aging hippie moms think they know everything?
Still, he'd made it to the capital, lucky Dante. Now where was that jackass he was supposed to meet up with? |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|03:00 pm] |
Who: KD. Townsend
When: Monday after 4 p.m.
Where: Nook & Cranny
Kieran Townsend had been at his desk finishing up the remaining paper work on a case that would have been pretty much shut and closed in his opinion if only the body wouldn't have been stashed away elsewhere from the crime scene. It was one of those grotesque cases that involved a workaholic CEO who had strangled his stay at home wife with a wire clothes hanger when he'd flown off the handle the morning before an important meeting about a stain on the collar of his favorite two thousand dollar shirt. A stain that his three year old son had made with a marker. Tide with bleach had not taken it out, but couldn't the CEO had worn another shirt that morning and tried Mr. Clean's Magic eraser on it later before going Patrick Bateman on his poor wife? People freaked out too easily about irrelevant things, and what kind a shallow idiot killed someone they cared about over a shirt? In K.D's line of work the cases that usually ended up on his desk were motivated by either evil and sick fuckery or money and gain. Anymore it was hard to tell what would end up on his desk. People were crazy.
And it didn't help that some people in the bureau were giving him looks like he was the crazy one since they had heard, or more precisely snooped over his shoulder when he'd searched Amazon for a "Seance For Dummies" book. Could he help it if he was determined to talk to some people? People that were hard to get in contact with? He'd not had much luck finding anyone competent enough to hold a seance and Amazon didn't have any Seance For Dummies books...
After work K.D decided to stop by a book store he'd saw a flyer advertising at the scene where they'd found Mrs. Bateman wrapped in plastic garbage bags and duct tape with traces of the two thousand dollar shirt's fabric lodged deep under her fingernails... |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|01:37 pm] |
Who: Valentin Antila
When: Around 2 p.m
Where: H Street
Valentin discovered after a trip to the Employment Office that going there was a wasted trip of his time. After being instructed over to a computer to deal with a busy and disorganized web site that he had already visited at home, he typed in his personal information and took a skills assessment test that he found tedious at best and that he really lacked the patience for. Then he met and spoke with a squat woman in rectangular glasses and a Farah seventies hairstyle who looked like she'd been sitting at that desk all her life and perhaps had a subconscious deathwish. A bunch of monotonous questions and a few unintelligible and ridiculous job recommendations later followed by his quick refusal to do the few laborious jobs tossed his way and the woman practically told him he shouldn't have to worry about working anyway since his family was well off after insulting the fashion industry and suggested to him that he should attend some local university while he was in the country. By the time Valentin was done speaking with her the woman's unspoken desire to have someone put her out of her misery like a cow that was confined to a stall that was too small to turn around in seemed clear to him.
He wondered how normal people ever managed to get a job that didn't require a certain level of mental retardation and self loathing and for one of the few times in his life thanked his lucky stars that he had been born so privileged. Gratitude however, did not help him find a job and he started to think he would venture down H Street to that Subway he passed on the way in for a pick me up. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|06:37 pm] |
Who: Galen and Paul and whoever else has a reason to be there
When: After Paul's argument with Seth
Where: GWU Hospital.
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Today was the day to tell Leo that he didn’t like his medication anymore. Which was precisely why Galen was at the hospital four hours early, and bright-eyed as ever. It had been probably close to two weeks since he has ceased the medication, and so far it all seemed to go well…
Except that he and Val found themselves in an argument last night, and Galen had resulted to pacing the hallway all night instead of sleeping. It explained the dark circles beneath his cheery eyes. It might have also explained the reason behind erratic behavior, and the obvious signs of drug use.
“Two, two…No…two…” He mumbled to himself as he wandered the halls. Once he had to run away from a nurse, giggling madly as he coasted ever closer to the peek of his high.
When he found Paul, he was all smiles and giggles as he danced into the room with chocolates, flowers, and coloring books that he had purchased in his last round through the gift shop.
“Paul!” He smiled, holding out the assorted gifts clumsily as he walked out of a boot and tried to look back at it.
Somewhere along the way he’d already lost the other one. Oops.
“I brought you things!” Oh yes, “oh and I have something for Caitlyn. Could you give it too her? The Nurses kept chasing me with brooms out of the ER.” |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|11:19 pm] |
Who: Shiloh and Open.
Where: Museum of Natural History
When: Friday afternoon
She was bored, that was the long and short of it. Bea was off at her lesson with Ceara and while she enjoyed hanging out with the Raven (as she referred to the woman sometimes), she had no interest in learning martial arts. So she'd come here, this was one of her favorite museums and she wandered around sort of aimlessly, feeling drawn her but not really knowing why. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|07:05 pm] |
Who: Benjamin Reed, Open
Where: Liberty Place Starbucks, down the street from the National Gallery of Art
When: Mid-Morning of February 16th
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Benjamin sat at a table in the corner, laptop open, grande Cinnamon Dolce Latte (double-shot espresso, natch) cooling by his elbow. His backpack was propped up against his chair, the zip slightly open and several fly-away pieces of paper hanging out. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his sweater rolled up, and the glasses perched on his nose threatening to slide off before he absently pushed them back up.
He was supposed to be grading papers, but was instead too preoccupied with wasting time on the Internet, cruising the news sites, his favourite web-comics and, when no one was looking, several of his favourite fandom sites. He was engrossed in one of these latter, a tiny grin quirking his lips up as he scanned the message boards. The occasional tap-tapping of the keys joined the gentle buzz of quiet conversation in the coffee house as he responded to one thing or another, and the boy was in a world of his own, a very prime target for interruption.
The idle thought of hitting the art gallery in the afternoon crossed his mind, causing him to glance at his watch. Still a couple of hours until his preferred time of gallery browsing, he noted, and went back to his diversions. He'd get to those papers and the gallery eventually, provided that eventually didn't get him first... |
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[Feb. 15th, 2008|10:57 am] |
Where: Reagan National Airport
When: February 13, late afternoon
Who: Alistair and Marie
Alistair paced back and forth as he waited for Marie's plane to land. She'd been gone for a while and it'd been like a part of him had gone with her when she'd left. He was really anxious to see her again, his momma would have been so amused at the way her eldest son was almost jumping up and down with the anticipation of seeing his girl. He knew it was kind of hopeless to play the cool and suave restaurant owner right now, he was far too wired for that to work. He really thrown himself into work while she was gone, coming up with thirteen new dishes to serve at the restaurant, the critics were raving at the supposed 'culinary genius' he seemed to be, when he really was just hunting up the perfect meal to fix for Marie when she got back. He just *knew* she hadn't been eating well while she was gone, he hadn't been there to ensure it after all.
Just then he looked up at as he heard the airport intercom announce that her plane has safely landed. He grabbed his coat and the two flowers he'd brought for her and rushed over to where the meeting area was. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|09:57 pm] |
Who: Seth and Caitlin (and Paul?)
Where: GWU Hospital
When: Sometime during the day after Bastet talks to Seth about Star
Seth was still out for blood. But he was...not quite so far gone as he might have been. Thanks to Bastet. The difficulty in finding his particular target was simply that he knew the hospital staff was unlikely to just tell him where a Senator was being treated. Nor could he spend too much time just walking around and looking in on people. One: he'd get bored really quickly and end up taking it out on someone in his path. Two: he'd be noticed and likely someone would try to stop him. That wouldn't end well on either side.
These weren't things Seth was actively thinking about, they were just things he knew. Of course, something else that he knew was this hospital. He'd been to it often enough. So he had a reasonably good idea of where to find the good senator. Only...on the way there he caught a familiar scent. Anubis. Not that that was a surprise but...
...well, it was just really hard for Seth to resist antagonizing the jackal.
Imagine his surprise when he turns around and instead sees Caitlin. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|07:46 pm] |
Who: Peter and whoever
When: Lunchtime and afternoon of the 15th
Where: Various places, ending on the streets around bars, and in bars, most likely
What: Peter is in a mood after hearing about Star's kidnapping
He hadn't thought anything of it when Star didn't return his well-wishes call on Valentine's Day. Or rather, he had: he'd expected her to be out with her Raven-boy, or to have other plans. It was what she did, after all. He'd been a little - unnerved? - concerned, when her voicemail didn't seem to be working, but he pushed the niggling sense of unease down. Chalked it up to jealousy, really, and why not? It was a relative constant in his life, ever since fate had thrown them back together in the bookstore that day.
So it took until he read the paper on his way to work Friday morning for his hands to start shaking. Stars in her eyes, he remembered, and clenched the paper until it ripped. Peter's dress shoes clicked on the floors at Langley, ignoring the looks from the guards as he swiped his pass through the gates. He stalked the length of the halls to his office and put in a request for several files: the Mathesons, Seth Mallory, and Star - under the nominal guise of suspected terrorist activity. He didn't think he'd fooled his immediate boss, but he was ahead of schedule on the latest batch of analyses, and he intended to finish the latest batch. There was a late morning meeting to summarize his findings, and then he would head out.
His stomach churned as he stared into Star's entryway. Blood, possibly not hers. He'd had to flash his ID to get anywhere, but that had been expected. He made it clear that he didn't intend to take over the investigation unless it turned out to fall under his jurisdiction. Playing nice with the Metro made it more likely someone would let something slip.
Strangely enough, he wasn't so sure of his initial instinct after walking through her apartment. This didn't look personal, and Seth would be very personal with his former wife. Plus, he thought, Star probably would have gone with Seth willingly at first. And he was doubtful of David's motives. Which left Jonah Matheson, which certainly didn't make much sense... hold that thought. Peter flipped open his cell phone and grabbed the online copy of the Post. Senator Jonah Matheson In Hospital; Assailants Unknown.
Interesting.
Still furious, but his mind working now, Peter turned up his collar and paced through downtown D.C., considering where to stop and start drinking. Considering whether or not he should ask for a trace on Star's cell phone. Considering if he knew anyone - anyone at all - who could track her by more mystical means.
There was also a not-so-little corner of his brain that was planning just what he would do to whoever had done this. When he found them. After he made sure Star was safe. And that was another interesting thought: why hadn't Ishtar come forward and taken control of things yet? This would be a convenient time for it - which meant, of course, that it wouldn't happen. Maybe she was too drugged. Or unconscious. He wasn't letting himself think anything else. She would come back alive.
She would. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|01:10 pm] |
Who: Kari Erickson and Damion Sorosin
Where: The Secret Lab (shh)
When: After Star's kidnapping.
What: Who better to seek advice from than Fate itself? Too bad she's only Seven and cryptic at best.
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Kari blinked a little as she looked at the tall man quietly. She hadn't been allowed to play outside in a long time, unless it was on the roof and away from other kids. In truth, Kari was lonely, but was assured with the knowledge that like all things...this too would eventually change. Things come to pass daily, as if someone had reached up and plucked at a string, the vibrations of the music bouncing off the strings of the others, each rippling into the other.
There was always a choice to be made, and the choices made determined the results of everything around them. In some ways, science had defined the nature of life in complete, concise words. Cause and effect. It was the only firm truth in life. Even when the gods had ruled, they had been subject to cause and affect.
No one understood that better than Loki, who she imagined was near the city. This one, or maybe one of the others where many were starting to gather. Some aware, some not.
Like Jack, who had no clue what he was...what he was capable of. The business world did not even know what he was capable of, but it would be great. So many were able to do great things....
Even Mr. Sorosin himself. But he didn't even know that about himself...or, then again, maybe he did. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:40 am] |
Who: Bill and whoever'd like to talk
When: Midafternoon
Where: By the Capitol Reflection Pool.
Bill was sitting, stretched out on the semi-sun-warmed concrete, soaking up as much of what little warmth there was that he could before the temperature began to drop as the sun headed down below the horizon. He didn't mind being just another one of the city's homeless except when it got cold. Then again, he probably wasn't the only one who felt that way.
Still, things were moving, and Bill had been hearing some more disturbing things than usual. Not just what the news reported, either. Whispers on the street. The sorts of things that made him keep one eye behind him at all times. Figuratively speaking. Made him jumpy. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|08:49 am] |
Who: Seth and ?
When: Early morning on the fifteenth.
Where: A newsstand in DC.
What: Seth finds out Star's gone missing.
One thing Seth despised about this city was the cold and the icy wind that got funneled between buildings, cutting through anything you might be wearing, chilling you to the bone. He'd hated New York and Boston for the same reason and the only thing that made DC even marginally better was that it was further south. Winter didn't last quite so long. In fact, the only thing that made winter even marginally better, for him, was the storms that whipped through the area. He always liked a good storm, even if ice came with it. But he hated being cold.
So one could certainly understand why he was walking in a hunched sort of manner, hands buried in his pockets, chin stuffed into the collar of his leather jacket, moving quickly toward the escalator that led down into the Metro. All he wanted at that particular moment was to escape the chill February wind on his way to find an early morning breakfast. His attention was caught, however, by the morning headline as he passed a newsstand. And a picture.
He stopped, backed up, and leaned in closer to read the story, heedless all of a sudden of the cold air. The article told about how, the night before, intruders were reported breaking into the apartment of a particular "star" of the District social scene. She was now missing. There was no ransom note but the police were, of course, pursuing every lead, et cetera.
Had Ra-Bella done this? Seth's lips curled as he took the paper with him and stalked away, ignoring the complaints of the person manning the stand. If she had, she had better be prepared to give Star to him.
If she hadn't?
Someone was going to die. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|09:30 pm] |
WHO: Susan and David
WHERE: Susan's apartment, at least for starters
WHEN: Valentine's Day evening
WHAT: David needs somewhere to go after getting the police first to Star's apartment, and then to his parents' house.
Susan was actually planning on spending a quiet night in. She'd had a couple weeks' long work at the museum, and Valentine's Day seemed to be intending on being uneventful this year. While she did sort of miss the idea of spending Valentine's Day with someone, she was just as happy not to have to worry about it. And all the pink and red and white was sort of nauseating.
It had been warm the past couple of days, but was turning chill now. Thus her windows were closed and her heat was on, although not so much so that she couldn't hear the tap-tap-tapping on the windowsill.
A little curious, she bundled herself up in a bathrobe before opening the window to see what was so interesting on her windowsill. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|06:36 pm] |
Who: David and Jonah, most likely
When: Thursday, the 14th. Evening.
Where: The Star's apartment in post, the Matheson family home in thread.
What: David discovers that Star has suddenly gone missing.
He'd planned everything. It was, perhaps, a traditional sort of evening but... that only made sense, didn't it? He was trying for traditional here, trying to make them into something...more. Hence the limo. And the roses. And the reserved table waiting for them at probably the most exclusive restaurant in the District. He'd called her earlier in the week to make certain she didn't make any other plans for the evening, to let her know he'd be picking her up at eight. It was all as perfect as he could make it.
Except...
Except she wasn't answering his knock on the door. Except he tried to call her and he could hear the ringing of her phone echo through an empty apartment. Except she wouldn't have agreed to their date and then not just left. There were enough excepts that David felt no qualms about picking the lock to her door. And for that skill, he could really only thank the deity who resided somewhere in the back of his head. It had come in handy in the past and it was doing the same now.
But the sight that greeted him when he opened her door did nothing for his peace of mind. Obvious signs of a struggle, broken shards of glass and an overturned chair. Were those drops of blood staining the carpet? Slowly, David shut the door behind him with his foot and moved further into the apartment, looking for signs of Star. The door hadn't been forced, so whoever it was, she'd let them in. Or they did the same thing you did, dumbass. he thought. Whoever it was, they'd gone through some pains to make it look like a robbery. Her mattress was overturned, the first place many thieves looked for hidden cash. Drawers were pulled out and ransacked. An evening dress was still hanging from its hanger on the back of her bedroom door. Was she getting ready when they came?
What had they done to her?
There was no trace, save those red drops in the carpet near the door. No ransom note. No messages on her phone. If it had been just a burglary, she would have called him, wouldn't she? She would have told him about it. He looked back toward the door of her apartment. It wasn't a mere burglary. Thieves rarely bothered to lock the door back. Someone hadn't wanted Star's disappearance to be noticed quickly. David's hands clenched into fists, someone should have done better at the illusion. Should have packed her up, made it look like she'd left the country.
Not that he'd have believed that either. Not without her telling him herself, anyway.
Someone was in a whole hell of a lot of trouble when David got a hold of him. And some part of David was reminding him that Raven wasn't just about thievery and flying around. No, Raven could also be a cruel, ruthless figure, someone to be ware of. Especially when his ire was up.
And his ire was most certainly up.
David stalked out of the apartment, carefully locking it behind him. On the way out, he stopped at a hotel phone to report strange men entering Star's apartment and making a lot of noise to the police. Only then did he get into the limo he'd brought there for Star. The driver gave him a quizzical look when he didn't appear with a date. David only scowled at him and gave him a new address.
The home of one Senator Jonah Edward Matheson, know to be spending a quiet Valentine's evening home with his wife. It made for a nice story to tell on the news, made him seem more trustworthy, somehow, than those politickin' fools campaigning their brains out. Made him a family man who still took time out to tell his wife he loved her. David would have laughed at that. Okay, he had laughed at that, once. But tonight he only felt a certain cold rage.
Jonah had taken many things from his son. But he would not take this if David had to beat it out of his father.
When the limo dropped him off, David told the driver his services would no longer be needed for the night and thanked him before making his way up the steps to the house. He still had a key, so he didn't bother knocking, just strode right on in like he owned the place. "Sorry to interrupt, mother," he announced as he entered his parents' dining room, "but my father and I need to have a talk. Now." |
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[Feb. 9th, 2008|09:29 pm] |
February 9th 2008,
National Air and Space Museum
Of all the Museums around here, Woody liked the Air and Space Museum best. The art was pretty and the science was cool, but neither were as interesting as the thought of being able to hop on a winged chariot and ride right across the sky like the sun. He liked them so much, in fact, that he was walking along with his head tilted back so he could see the planes hung above him and not paying any actual attention to where he was going, which is why he bumped into someone. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|08:56 pm] |
WHO: Star, OPEN
WHEN: Feb 8
WHERE: 9:30 Club
Star was restless, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It wasn't necessarily a good thing either, though, especially not when she had meant to be with a client tonight and was a little grateful that he turned out to be to ill to go out. She thought briefly about calling David, and then in a spur of rebellion decided to strike out on her own and see what she found.
She and David... were complicated. And she wasn't sure what they were, but the last few months had seen them grow closer than she had thought they ever could, before. Perhaps it was the approaching Hallmark holiday (she refused to even think the name in context with him) that did it. That made her wonder just what was going on between them. And, oh god. With Valentine's Day came awkwardness and, possibly this year, stalkers. A stalker. One who she really didn't want to face and yet knew she would have to, again and again, until something dreadful happened.
God. Maybe she should just stay home and lock the door. The thought made her stare down into her drink rather than at the handsome-looking young man who had been trying to get her attention. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|12:27 am] |
Who: Sarah
Where: Jumping around the Downtown bar scene
When: Midnight
Sarah's been a bit normal lately to much surprise. In fact, she hasn't had any "projects" in about two months. She's feeling good and therapy wasn't too traumatic last week. So, when a few friends asked her out to celebrate Mardi Gras, she decided to go with it. Her medication wasn't usually affected by alcohol and her friends are good people. She knows they'll watch out for her.
She's all dressed up in a low cut black halter dress and red heels and lipstick. Her hair is loose and flowing. She looked sexy and it was all her friends doing. She was just going to wear a nice shirt and jeans.
It's already been a good two hours of partying. Sarah actually did a couple shots, got a few beads, and even danced to the obscenely loud music. She's feeling...warm...warm and thoughtless. She's kind of liking the feeling as well as she walks down the street to meet up with another friend in a different bar. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|02:33 pm] |
Who: Akana and OPEN
Where: Posh Bar downtown
What: Drinking and thinking...of course
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The bartender was watching her carefully, catching her cosmos before they were finished and making sure another was ready and waiting. She didn't know why she felt the need to drink herself into oblivion, but...she did. Everything was so wrong, and everything was pressing in on her, and she couldn't think of anything better to save her sanity with. A part of her was moodily grunting at the whole thing in the back of her mind, haughty and self-righteous. It was her shield in daily life, it was her weapon...
Her weakness.
Oh a whole she had been avoiding Paul's calls. And she had been diverting her activities from areas the former god might occupy. She had no desire to ask why she had handed the book to Seth. She had no desire to be questioned on her intent. Anubis would only be...disappointed.
Maybe even horrified?
"Another one, Miss?" The bartender asked, and she nodded. Another one, and another... Until she'd have a taxi take her home and she crawled into bed. This was the price, she supposed, of being human. A listlessness...a feeling of incompleteness.
"Hathor, where is your wisdom when I need it?" |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|05:54 pm] |
Sitting the cafe, Jack peeked out the window again, inwardly shivering against the cold that the warm building was blocking out. It just looked cold outside. Sighing he lifted his wine glass and took a sip of it before turning back to Diana and smiling. It was one of those rare moments when they were on a not!date. He was paying, because the new job secured a nice pay check...
"You should just move in," he said finally, shaking his head softly. "I mean, we have the room, and you wouldn't have to sleep on a couch anymore." Tucker and he could share a room...or he and Diana. He wouldn't mind...
He really wouldn't mind. "But only if you wanted." |
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