Devil's Tower

Who: Prissy and Jinx; Jax and Reina
What: Prissy's in the wrong place at the wrong time
When: Late afternoon?
Where: Jackals' storage shed; Reina's office
Rating: PG-13ish for violence and language
Status: In progress

( Soap run )

Who: Everyone
What: Towel Day Party
When: Tuesday Evening - After 9 pm
Where: The Trading Post
Rating: R for language and likely nudity

((OOC: In the subject line of each post please put the players involved. For example, "Wolf and Open" or "Wolf and Libby", etc. This helps minamize confusion in a group thread.))


( Come Join The Party )

Such a comfortable morning after...

Who: Prissy and Poe
What: Morning After glow and a new tattoo
When: 10:00-sh
Where: Prissy's Room at the Palace
Rating: PG-13 for now...

Poe woke slowly, her limbs still heavy from pleasure and sleep and the thin satin sheets beneath her sliding deliciously across her skin. Yes, after an hour and a half of scrubbing blood from wood and fabric, her shower and her night with prissy had really hit the spot. She had needed that intimacy. And she loved that , once Prissy woke up, there would be no awkward silences. Stretching like a well fed cat, Poe rolled towards the warm body next her and propped herself up on one shoulder. Prissy was laying so comfortably, her pink wig slightly askew and her chest rising and falling beneath the satin. Poe grinned down at her. She was toughie- had gone through lot in her life, but she had come out with a great attitude and some tricks that cold blow the top off a girls head.

Wrapping a sheet around her, Poe tip-toed down the hall to her room and grabbed an old t-shirt from her trunk, her sewing kit and the red, green, and black sharpies from her nightstand before returning to Prissy's room. She snggled back into the bed and propped everything up. The sharpies flashed across the old fabric, the tattoo design pouring onto the shirt and framing the words "BEWARE GUARD DOG ON DUTY". She let her mind go blank, the soft sound of Prissy's breathing and the snag of the markers on fabric filling her with a sense of contentment. She would love to be able to actually tattoo someone right now, instead of printing imitations on t-shirts. But the idea had been running through her head since Reina had mentioned it last night. And with her body still humming with pleasure, Poe's cold heart was warm and soft this morning, her creative juices flowing in abundance. This was her center, the balance of what she wanted to be and could be.