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[21 Mar 2009|12:36am] |
Who: Nora, Ethan. OT Esme
When: 7 on the dot
Where: Break & Run
What: Nora and Ethan have a ... date. Sort of.
Perched on one of the bar stools, turned away from the door so she wouldn't be staring at it hopelessly when Ethan decided to arrive, Nora uncrossed then recrossed her legs, tapping her fingers on the bar. This was dumb. Why was she nervous? She knew she looked hot- in a short denim skirt and heels that helped accentuate what she thought of as her best feature, her long legs. She'd never actually thought to display them quite this way- both were borrowed from Esme. She was actually wearing her own top, a belted white button up, slightly sheer, but not too trashy. Topped off with her mother's old motorcycle jacket, eyeliner, and big barrel-curled hair, and she was looking hot, if she did say so herself. Not that this was an occasion to look hot. It was Ethan.
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[21 Mar 2009|08:25pm] |
Who: Duncan and Open
When: late night
Where: Outside Confusion’s then the streets of Mysteria
What:Duncan steals a wallet and hunts for his dealer
After leaving a drunken reveller needing stitches Duncan pulled off his balaclava and trotted off down the streets counting out the money he had stolen from the unfortunate man. He tossed the wallet in to a bin and pocketed the notes in his back pocket. He pulled off his gloves and shoved them in to his coat jacket with the balaclava.
He glanced behind him and no one was following, he was even more paranoid than usual after being shot at by what looked like Falk. He had to find some way to get rid of him and Brynner for good.
But right now, he needed a fix!
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[21 Mar 2009|08:36pm] |
Who: Melanie & Justin
When: Afternoon.
Where: The Hotel.
What: Mel wants to help hunt.
There really wasn't a whole lot to do in the hotel room. There was tv, tv, and oh, more tv. So it wasn't really Mel's fault when she spotted the folder sticking out from Justin's stuff. At first she tried to ignore it. As she watched the tv though, every now and then her eyes would drift back to the folder. Finally she had screw it and got up and grabbed the folder. She's put it back when she was done. No harm, no foul. Unfortunately she was still in the middle of reading when the door opened and she had to quickly stuff it under her pillow.
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