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[Dec. 13th, 2009|01:10 pm] |
*two days later, is feeling a little more like himself (comparatively), but can't quite shake an odd sense of disconnect*
*ended up asking Elemmakil to take him to the hospital that evening, if only because visions of spending all night choking on old terror were nearly enough to send him back to the floor* *will admit that he welcomed the thick, sleepy calm contained in the magical chill-pill, though he hasn't touched the prescription anti-anxiety meds since (is not even going there)*
*would be perfectly content to avoid everyone involved in the whole episode for the rest of his natural life, really, but pragmatism dictates that isn't an option* *therefore, finds himself at the Swallow Sunday night, a DVD in one hand and a large bottle of whiskey in the other* |
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[Dec. 7th, 2009|06:55 pm] |
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*is always surprised to find the gym deserted on a Friday night, but then, other people probably have social lives and shit (hi, still swingin' single here, ladies)*
*is just glad she can contribute to a certain lackey's lack of an in-town social life, anyway!*
*helpfully, as she brings another towel over* Think that'll bruise up pretty, soldier? |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|09:26 pm] |
*Stashes a gym bag under the Flower's front desk (is NOT going to work the front desk in a t-shirt and sweat-pants, thank you very much).*
*Flicks through a book on self-defence during the day's quieter moments.*
*Begins to have second thoughts about this whole self-defence lesson-thing with Erestor and Duilien.*
*Reads, muttering to herself.* "Use the attacker's own momentum against him..." Or, you know, could just taser the fecker... |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
*thinks it's sort of poetic, a bright and sunny morning after* *or actually, a bright and sunny mid-morning after* *woke up at a reasonable hour, as usual, but then Jackie gave him a look and did that thing with his tongue and they were both so conveniently naked and yeah, this could get to be a habit*
*is now puttering around the kitchen, fulfilling his other duty as boyfriend and chatting away* ...anyway, this is the biscuit recipe the grandmas swear by, so if you no like, you might want to keep it to yourself when you meet them? *chipperly, adding a little more buttermilk to the mixing bowl* But you'll like it, no worries. Might not beat your aunt's, but I can guarantee you'll like it.
ETA: *following brunch (which turned out very well if he does say so himself), a somewhat... delayed interlude to get around for the day, and a careful stint on the doughnut, finds himself leaving the auto shop with Jackie*
*tucks his hands into his pockets and just enjoys the fresh after-rain air as they walk along* *conversationally* You know, there's a lot more green than I'd've expected in a big city. Sorta like old downtown Brighton? *squints* But a lot shinier. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|03:32 pm] |
*is having a pretty swell first day in Gondolin, so far!*
*tours around till dark with Jackie, hitting a little Italian place for dinner between sight-hopping (and damn, he wasn't kidding about the chef's terrible beer special, but the food was worth it!)* *the Flower site was pretty neat, too, especially considering the Before pictures posted up in one of the admin trailers*
*eventually finds himself and his stalkee tour guide in tow for beer and poker with Mac (another House's Second) and Edrahil (introduced as "the Queen's lackey"), which turns out to be the most informative entertaining part of the day* *is almost sorry to finally pack it in (whoa, it's already one AM?), but on the plus side, has the car ride to his hotel to look forward to*
*turns to Jackie as soon as they're both in the car, grinning broadly* Okay, I have to ask—exactly how true is that hornet-turkey story? |
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[Jan. 15th, 2009|11:52 am] |
*can't think of too many things she likes more than a good recreational beatdown, to be honest* *unless it's a useful recreational beatdown, in which case it's even better!*
*conversationally, as though she doesn't have her partner pinned facedown on the mat, one arm cranked up at an awkward vertical angle to keep him in place* So you're officially off the hook for bailing the other day, in case you wondered. *glancing at the pet carrier tucked under a nearby bench* Still can't believe you brought your cat in, though. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2008|07:20 pm] |
*right then! owes certain people a Sandwich (or five)* *...okay, so Buttercup's skipped town (what the friggin' eff?), but Bubbles shouldn't be too hard to track down*
*sticks several foil-wrapped sandwiches of various make in a plastic bag and heads out* *as planned, meets Egalmoth at the Fountain's main gate* What's up, Eggs? D'ya bring the stuff? |
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[Oct. 24th, 2008|12:03 pm] |
*was concerned (if not altogether surprised) to get word of the cancellation* *wonders, not for the first time, whether Ecthelion's throat is up to handling a death sub yet* *maybe a melt-in-your-mouth Philly steak 'n cheese?*
*is also fairly unsurprised when Erestor turns up at the Swallow in short order, which seems to have become something of a routine now that the lackey is temporarily filling his boss' shoes* *presses the intercom button, answering the front desk* Yeah, Pete, send him up. Mac, too, if you see him—oh, and tell Erestor to mind the ladders, dammit. Bloody hazards. |
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[Oct. 10th, 2008|05:06 pm] |
*has spent much of her time closeted in her office since the senior staff meeting, going over things with a fine-toothed comb in light of Ecthelion's revelations* *as far as theories go, can't come up with anything better than what's already on the table (I believe this threat to be personal), but is hoping another look-through might inspire a good argument against Ecthelion's proposed solution (I will take the trouble with me)* (*an argument he might actually listen to, that is, since he's likely already heard variations on "don't be stupid" and "this is suicide"*)
*several hours later, is frustrated and no closer to a brilliant epiphany than she was before* *glances up at the clock (late afternoon already?), knowing that her fellow Lord is due to leave early the next morning*
*makes a quick decision and dials Ecthelion's cellular* |
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[Jul. 20th, 2008|11:47 am] |
*leaves lunch thinking her daughter is probably feeling... like herself again?* *or maybe just needs a little more time>* :s
*and so impressed with how nice Glorfindel was and not at all assuming and was so good about talking with them and even left an invite to his concert and everything*
*inquires about Erestor in the palace and doesn't find him there* *goes out to shop in the city for a bit, wondering if he's about* |
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