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[Nov. 26th, 2008|11:16 ] |
The monster hunter is sitting in a boot along the wall, chin propped in his hand, eyes focused on a notebook laid open on the table, pen poised in the other hand as if to write. But he's not writing. He's not even reading. The pages are rather blank and Michael appears to be staring.
In actuality, he's thinking. He does that quite often. He's got several things on his mind - holidays, friends, work, work, work - the usual, really. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|22:29 ] |
*watch this space - icon may change*
Michael's made his way down to the bar proper wearing one of the strangest things he's ever had to put himself into. This costume creation made more difficult by the fact that he hadn't actually gone to high school in the twentieth century sense. He's not exactly sure what this whole get-up is, but Stephen assured him that he looks fine. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|23:42 ] |
Michael is watching. He's watching to make sure a small child who wants to be toddling doesn't not-toddle too close to where he's sitting. He doesn't mind the child as long as she maintains a respectable distance. In this case, that means, anywhere Michael can't safely step over or around her.
The girl in question is blonde, like her mother, with sharp blue eyes that see everything (that's like her father) and she's cruising along on all fours like she's trying out for the Indy 500. This is almost a frightening concept for someone who doesn't much like or get along with children.
Thankfully, her mother is nearby, keeping a close eye on her.
Unfortunately, the blind bartender is snickering under his breath where he thinks Michael can't hear him. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|22:57 ] |
There's a man who's stretched himself out on the couch. He looks amazingly relaxed. Actually, he looks to be dozing lightly.
Anyone care to wake him up? |
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[Jun. 26th, 2008|22:03 ] |
Michael is lounging on the couch. He's doing nothing. And he's rather enjoying it. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|14:06 ] |
Michael's leaning against the bar, having a coffee. He's relaxed and pretty much - happy. Really, for Michael, this is saying a lot. |
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[May. 12th, 2008|19:34 ] |
Alex is sitting at a table with a newspaper crossword and a glass of water. On the floor at her feet is a small bundle of little girl desperately attempting to move along the floor on all fours.
Across the table from her is a tired, dark-haired man who frequently goes by the name of Michael. He's not doing much beyond responding with answers to crossword clues when Alex reads them aloud.
Not too far from them is a grouchy-looking man with long sideburns and tufty hair. He's got a beer in one hand and he's rolling a cigar between the fingers of the other. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2008|20:36 ] |
Michael is leaning on the back of his chair, sitting backwards on it too. He's got a drink on the table behind him and he's casually watching the patrons in the bar itself. Though he may look it, he's not bored. Quiet, but not bored. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2008|20:23 ] |
Two angels walk into a bar...
Now, you might think you know where this is going, but let's see if we can change things up a bit.
They haven't run into any physical objects, they've just entered the drinking establishment they believe to be Milliways. Slight difference to this place, Michael hasn't picked up on it, but Stephen may have (since Stephen has this tendency to know things). This, of course, doesn't mean that Stephen isn't vaguely confused by this turn of events. Michael is confused (but he's confused by a lot of things, even after all these centuries).
They look around the place a bit, see some familiar and unfamiliar faces, which, really, is to be expected when returning after a long time away. However, something else seems - off - about the place. 'Like it's not quite the same place they left.
"Stephen, did we take a wrong turn somewhere?" Michael asks his blond companion. |
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