April 8th, 2009

(no subject) @ 05:15 pm

[info]repo_npcs:
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Where: Walking down Douglas near Echo Park.
Who: Justin Brey (NPC) and Lawrence Bloodgood
When: Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.
What: An experiment.
Warnings: Language, suggested violence.
Rating: PG-13/R

Stuff. )
 

March 23rd, 2009

(no subject) @ 04:11 pm

[info]zydratemoloko:
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Setting: One of the city's cemeteries
Time: Nighttime
Open To: Anyone and everyone who would care to play with Alex...and/or anyone who might find him/herself in a graveyard after dark...
Rating: TBA

She'd always thought that running from the law and darting through darkened cemeteries would be quite unglamorous, and not for the first time, she wished she'd been right. )
 

March 13th, 2009

(no subject) @ 11:23 pm

[info]mad_intern:

Setting: Wrist phones?
Time: Evening
Characters: Eugene Kozlowski, Lawrence Bloodgood
Rating: PG

Hey, Larry, you there? )
 

March 4th, 2009

(no subject) @ 05:23 am

[info]repo_man:
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Setting: Exam/consultation room at one of GeneCo’s surgery centers.
Time: Afternoon, roughly eleven months ago. (Backplay!)
Characters: Lawrence Bloodgood, Open to Doll
Rating: PG13 for now.

Initial consultation. )
 

February 21st, 2009

(no subject) @ 12:20 am

[info]repo_man:

Setting: Amber's office, the streets of the city, etc.
Time: Late evening/night.
Characters: Kaleb Hartwig, Lawrence Bloodgood, and - very briefly, Amber Sweet
Rating: TBA (possible violence ahead.)
Summary: Kaleb gets a reluctant trainee, and is forced to show him the ropes.


It was the standard summons. A buzz and a hail over the cellular watch. Message from Amber Sweet. The voice was a feminine one, almost pleasant. The face distinctly less so. Some of the lines were too sharp, most of the skin was too pale, and the eyes where overpowered by far too much makeup. “Kaleb Hartwig, please come to my office immediately.”

The way she pounced certain words had a predatory air to it. “My” and “immediately” were obviously words of import. The “please” wasn’t more than an afterthought. Barely audible at all. Then the message cut out, presumptuously. Amber Sweet didn’t wait for replies. She was probably sitting in her chair, instructing one of her scantily clad henchmen to time Hartwig with a stopwatch.

The watch was flicked off after the message... )
 

Genetics are a bitch.