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[10 Jun 2011|11:35am] |
I am looking for a long-term (at least through the summer) writing partner who would like to do a psl for Kurt/Blaine. This is my Kurt journal, but I can also play Blaine no problem, if that's preferred. (Also...I've had this insane idea for a Kurt/Rachel relationship for a while now, that I would love to play out if anyone's interested.)
I don't have any concrete plots in mind, but I can definitely come up with some ideas (future, AU, etc), we could brainstorm, etc.
I prefer, in order: threading, email, AIM (just because I can do the first 2 on my phone at work, but while I've got AIM on my cell, it's got a character limit of 130, I can't really save/copy&paste any convos, & it eats really long convos. If that doesn't bother you, AIM works great for me.)
Fine print: I work 4 nights a week, so threading may get a little slow -- but I'm looking for something to stave off boredom, so if I'm awake, I'll be tagging if at all possible. I'm also in this for the long haul, not an "RP one-night stand."
Comment here if you're interested! <3
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[10 Jun 2011|02:27pm] |
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Hello, I run a Glee game in need of the following characters Finn, Rachel, Brittany, Santana, Puck, Mike, Becky (For evil plots of doom), Cheerleaders, Football Players, Mr. Shu, Sue, Emma, and more. Please come check it out We are a friendly accepting group of Gleeks. If you are interested all information can be found on this journal.
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[10 Jun 2011|09:10pm] |
OPENS APRIL 29TH
PREMISE RULES SUPERNATURALS CAST HOLDS
WANTED APPLICATION
Two days ago this was an empty lot, an abandoned field near the edge of town. Then the trucks rolled in, big semis huffing clouds of noxious fumes, and able-bodied men jumped out to set stakes in the ground, run string to mark off areas. The townspeople whispered excitedly as the posters and flyers arrived around town, posted on telephone poles and bulletin boards, stacks of them on the counters in shops.
The Dark Carnival was in town.
The tents aren't the gay red and white stripes of the carnivals of yesteryear; these are black and gray, burgundy and purple, dark jewel tones lit from within by lanterns and candles and blacklights. Torches burn at the entrance and a sign warns all who enter that they are lost. The Ferris Wheel is a hulking beast against the sky; carnies walk among the crowd dressed in leather jackets embroidered like a skeleton's infrastructure, weaving expertly between the marks. Barkers call to passersby, luring them in for the sights and sounds. Canvas banners ripple in the wind, which carries with it the scent of food cooking, the hot smell of machinery and oil.
There are cries of laughter and delighted squeals coming from the funhouse, the freak tent, the thrill rides. People walk out of the psychic's tent looking a little uneasy, laughing it off as hokum even as their skin crawls. And some of those shrieks from the funhouse... well, they sound a little too sincere, don't they?
This is the Dark Carnival. |
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