May 2014

S M T W T F S
    123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

Tags

Powered by InsaneJournal

February 3rd, 2013

[info]bloodjunkie in [info]doorslogs

Who: March and Hunter
What: A visit to the ranch, and a teensy life-changing event for March
Where: The ranch that must not be named (apparently)
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Cowboy hats?

“You don’t want to be boss. You want to be friends. Like a pet bunny.” )

[info]ex_ideals961 in [info]doorslogs

Who: Fantine
What: A narrative: Setting up shop
Where: Paris, period door
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Talk of prostitution

In her hand, she held a necklace. )

[info]crimsonstar in [info]doorslogs

Who: Mingmei and Kevin
Where: Kevin's comic book store
When: Sunday afternoon
What: Mingmei decides she wants to learn more about Goku, in her head, so she heads off to a comic book store in attempts to find more out!
Rating/Warnings: None yet, probably just low


Where do you go to find out more about your head case? )

[info]playforkeeps in [info]doorslogs

Who: Seven and January
What: A knight in shining... bowties? (Part 1 of 2)
Where: The gutter -> Jan's house.
When: Backdated to the morning after Seven disposed of Sophie.
Warnings/Rating: Implied murder/violence.

His agony was still a length of fire and spark, burning straight through the worn parts of his soul. Eventually, they were there. Eventually, he could breathe. )
Tags: ,

[info]playforkeeps in [info]doorslogs

Who: Seven and January
What: A knight in shining... bowties? (Part 2 of 2)
Where: The gutter -> Jan's house.
When: Backdated to the morning after Seven disposed of Sophie.
Warnings/Rating: Implied murder/violence.

"Awfully eager to get a stranger out of his clothes, huh? Gotta be honest, I had you pegged as the prudish type." )
Tags: ,

[info]shootempolitely in [info]doorslogs

Who: Olivia Landon
What: The changing of the guard
When: Friday night
Where: The bank branch
Warnings: Suggested violence.

She'd come out without them, these irrational purchases made late at night, foggy with wine and the determination of a man who sat in the very back of her head and guided her. She'd forgotten them all, they were buried, in Italian leather, soft as skin. )