Prideview Apartments

WHO: Tim Riggins and Tyra Collette
WHERE: Tyra's apartment
WHEN: Evening on Jan 22 (backdated)
RATING: R for now.
STATUS: In progress


Tim and Tyra didn't exactly always get along. Sometimes it was like a cat and a dog in a fight. Punches thrown, Tim pushed, Tyra crying in her room. It wasn't that they hated each other, it was just that somehow something would always come in the way with them. Recently it had been Lyla Garrity. Little miss slut turned born again Christian or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. Found her faith in God. Tyra just had to snort a bit at that, pathetic. From school skank to school Mary.

Tyra had told Tim to come up to the apartment earlier that day for dinner. See if there was anyway things could be completely patched up between them. She chewed her inner cheek as she stared at the door from her spot on the couch.

The only way things could get screwed up is if Lyla showed up. Then she'd have to take matters into her own hands.

WHO:Coraline and Josef Konstin
WHERE: The Penthouse
WHEN: Evening on Jan 23
RATING: R (to be safe)
STATUS: Complete

Restless. Coraline paced around the penthouse like a caged animal, her fingers tapping against the smooth fabric of her black dress. Josef was out doing something, said he'd be back soon. She didn't need to go out. She hadn't even made an announcement that she was here, why should she? So she could possibly get another stake rammed into her body?

She licked her lips and gazed out the window, waiting for Josef to come back.

WHO: Tamara Riley and John Connor
WHERE: Tamara's apartment
WHEN: Directly after the previous party thread at Chucks (so yeah, backdated!)
RATING: R - slight sexual content, nothing graphic people
STATUS: CLOSED

Tamara waited for John outside of Chuck's door before removing her heels and carrying them in one hand, her other hand latching onto John's. So she was taking the little shy boy away from the party, he wasn't doing anything and really, Tamara could use the company. She gave a smirk and then looked back at him as she unlocked her door.

"It's not much, but it's something. Haven't really had time to do much."

She played the innocent card, biting her lower lip before slipping into the dark apartment.

Name: Adrian Monk and Sharona Fleming
What: Mr. Monk and his new Apartment.
Where: Apartment #444
When: 10:00 Wednesday Night
Status/Rating: In Progress

It was a miracle that Mr. Monk wasn't passed out in the middle of the floor. But just a simple text message from Sharona saved his life. It gave him that extra strength to deal with the unacceptable environment for a little longer til she arrives. He did a double check and frantically examines his brown wool suit for any dirt marks or dust balls that may have clung to his perfectly pressed attire.

Once he found out that his ever so trusting assistant was ouside his door he uses his sleeve concealed wrist to push down the door handle and it would open. Just seeing her again made his eyes glossen and water up with joy.

"Sharona!! Oh God..! You've saved my life..!" And rarely this would ever happen but he worked up enough courage to embrace her in a hug.. Then he stepped back.. Just ever so relieved he wasn't all by himself in New York City, again.

"How is Bengi? Is he all right? How are you..?" After he asked those questions.. He was building up the anticipation to go back to worrying about himself again.