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Mar. 21st, 2013


Hunter W

[Backdated to sometime closer to the end of switchplot, as Angel (not Zee) is the one who is lagging behind on things.]

H? You make it back okay?

Feb. 24th, 2013



I must put down more red carpet when I return home.

Feb. 18th, 2013



Well, I'm having fun.

Anybody in Vegas want to leave the assdevastated to their sulking and go trash a casino with me? I'll cover the first hour's worth of drinks.

Feb. 15th, 2013


[March H.]

You shouldnt buy me stuff.

Feb. 14th, 2013


This is a positive Delight, such charming, if Outlandish tales of all your accounts. It is, I suppose, a little like letter-writing to Oneself, if Oneself were more than one. But the very purpose of my coming forward, you see (for the gentleman is so very Bashful one might think him inclined to cling to walls at dances and be a positive Disaster socially) is the date! For so many tales of loves and woes, I cannot help but state what must be acknowledged.

It is a Perfectly positioned day of All Days for a gentleman (if, of course, he should So Desire) to extend the honor of his hand to the Lady of his choosing, for Valentine's Day could not be more romantic! And no one at all in the town can oblige me in this, as they are all either too old or too young or even too married (can you believe it, romance thought dead once matrimony truly complete?)

Someone has to indulge me!

Feb. 10th, 2013


[Hunter W]

[Locked to Hunter W]

Got a call last night. I'm going to be out of the states for a while. You mind keeping Max until I get back?

Feb. 8th, 2013



[in somewhat scrawled Victorian penmanship, and with a few splotches of blue ink dotting the page in frustration. The underlines are especially aggressive]

No sign of Holmes. No sign of Holmes anywhere. He's gone off again for God knows where to do God knows what, and I'm left having to attempt deduction in order to find a hint of a direction in which to turn. He loves these games. They give him a thrill. I ought to know the drill by now. If he's managed to get into a scrape, I shall be entirely put out. Especially if he's trying to prove some damnable point about how he cannot function properly without me -- an assertion I am beginning to believe!

Also, my service revolver seems to be missing. I take this as a somewhat distressing point.

Mercifully, both Mrs Hudson and Gladstone are well. Small mercies etc.


Hunter W

[After much deliberation. His last big gesture wasn't very successful, so he's a bit gun-shy.]

Hey, H?

Feb. 6th, 2013


Hunter W

[Locked to Hunter W]
Horse whisperer, you got a second?

Feb. 5th, 2013


[locked to dorian g]

this is absurd i must be getting desperate

I think I read something that told me you went to see a film?

Feb. 2nd, 2013



I hope whoever broke into my fucking room enjoys my dirty laundry and the empties, because fuck you.

I need a new place to stay. I am sick of living out of this shithole of a motel room, now with a broken door because some asshole who was probably high on god-knows-what broke into my gd room.

God, people fucking suck.

Jan. 29th, 2013



The women wear much less on your big screens in the desert. Shameless really. Beautiful, like poured milk, but shameless.

Jan. 26th, 2013



Dorian wants to see a movie. Any suggestions on one he will get?

Jan. 12th, 2013


[Posted Anonymously]

I'm looking for a woman named Iris.

Jan. 8th, 2013



The police are doing everything they can to keep people safe. There is no need to panic. I would recommend that you stay in your homes, however, if possible, until the situation is better contained.




Case anyone was wondering, the realtor didn't tell me to go expecting fireworks every night either. Reckon things are done blowing up, or we got more to look forward to?

Jan. 7th, 2013


Hunter W, Sam A

[Hunter W.]

Hey, H. [...] You working today?

[Sam A.]

Alright, girlie. You stopped talking when we were in the middle of a conversation and I gave you a day. You got shit going on that I need to be worried about?

Jan. 5th, 2013


[Hunter W]

[Call to Hunter W]
[Ring, at the stables, during working hours. He asks the receptionist for Hunter, and he flirts with her until she agrees to have someone hunt him down.]

Jan. 3rd, 2013



Snow never looks as good in real life as it does in postcards and movies. They'll show you the picture of snow on evergreens, a plethora of flakes falling from the darkening sky, all from the comfort of a lodge while you sit by a fireplace, sipping hot chocolate or egg nog.

They won't show you the shoveling or the cars getting stuck in the snow, or how the vast majority of people in states other than the most northerly can't drive in it.

On the other hand, Christmas and New Years in Cabo was the perfect way to end the year. No snow, no ice, and no desert turned cold. And no family. I should have done this years ago instead of listening to my mother bitch about how I'm not coming home on the answering machine.

Nov. 28th, 2012


[Public as Peter G.]

I'm new. And, while I've read over what I could on these journals over the past couple of days, I'd still love to hear your best horror stories. From both sides of the door.

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