Morningstar Manor

There weren't belt rankings in kickboxing so Deacon was one of the few instructors at the dojo that didn't wear a belt. But one lesson with him and any student he had knew he was the real deal.

Today he was between lessons and Charlie had come buy so it was the perfect time to show him around. Dressed in pants from a karate uniform and a singlet he guided Charlie around.

"It's nothing fancy," he said.

Rhiannon quite liked the Manor's parking garage she decided as she went about cleaning up her car. This car required a lot of maintenance and was a pain in the ass in the snow, but she loved it anyway.
She opened the driver's side door and plugged in her iPod into the custom jack she'd had installed last year, and hummed along softly with the music that started  pouring from the speakers.

"Fuck me," Declan said in a slightly awed voice from his place on the couch, a newspaper open in his hands and a cigarette billowing smoke into the air.

Sterrin, in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of juice, wrinkled her nose and figured he had to have thought she was Jack moving around. "It's me, Dec."

"Huh?" He glanced over his shoulder, then thought about what he'd said and scowled. "Don't be retarded. Have you seen this? Richard was calling all morning and I almost didn't believe it, but Stunning has fucking SOLD OUT!"

Since he had made the highest bid in the auction Kris decided that it was a good idea to collect as soon as possible. So he rang to check when Demitri had free time, swore the receptionist to secrecy and turned up at the arranged time wearing suitable clothing and carrying a potted amaryllis.

"For you," he said to the receptionist who peered at him round the two foot stems with a giggle.

After a morning shift at work, Emily headed to the Michael's Bros department store to do some long over-due shopping - the cat needed new food bowls, she needed warm leggings, and batteries and a lightbulb and so on - the sort of things that you otherwise forget in the grocery store. Before making her way to the tills, she stopped by the check the magazine shelves in case for something interesting in the cookery magazines. After a while she found herself standing in the aisle with a number of Food and Wine in her hands, but actually staring at the thick, glossy wedding magazines still in the shelf, deep in thought.

We are going to be closed for July anyway, we'd have good time to arrange everything then, but I wonder if the churches are all reserved for the summer already, but what's it like for Catholic's though? And besides everyone is away on Holiday then anyway...

It was too cold to do yoga outside, so having missed the Tai Chi thanks to a prolonged, difficult surgery, Laura came down to the gym in the evening. Wearing black track pants and a jacket, she toed off her shoes by the stretching area, and then took off the jacket to reveal a white midriff-baring top. Her platinum blond hair was on a high pony tail, and all her movements already before the actual excercise were as refined and controled as ever. She began with calming breathing excercises in the lotus position - only now thinking that she should have taken a pair of earplugs with her to shut out the loud noises of the other gym users.

"Kara, d'ya have any clue what these are for?" Connor asked, utterly perplexed, holding out a cardboard box full of green glittery high heeled shoes -- miniature ones, not meant for feet. At least not any size feet he'd ever seen on a real person.