Prideview Apartments

Who: Elizabeth and Owen
When: After his responce
Where: Her apartment
What: Liz is sick Owen is a Doctor
Rating: PG...ish?
Status: In Progress


Elizabeth had made it remarkably out to the couch and curled up in a small little ball. She felt as if the room was constantly spinning and everytime she stood something felt wrong with the floor. Maybe she had spent too much time on a boat of late and land was getting to her, she had spent most of the past three years on the open ocean. Or maybe she was making herself sick with worry over what was happening to Will due to her not being there with his heart. She had not been able to sleep hardly at all since her arrival and the dark circles under her eyes spoke for all to see.

She pressed her eyes tightly closed as she waited for this doctor fellow to show up. Her flintlock sat on the coffee table and she was not about to take any chances with how her life had been of late.

WHO: Tamara Riley and her altar
WHERE: Denny's Penthouse
WHEN: Nightime prior to June 17th
RATING: pg-13
STATUS: CLOSED - Narrative

Tamara had set the candles up, drawn out her book from the safe place beneath her bed and then started on the other items that she needed. Jake was right. It was time to stop playing nice. It was time to start getting what she wanted. She'd given it time, had patience. The girl that had taken over did lurk beneath her skin, calling out to her and trying to take her back over. She growled softly beneath her breath, taking out the knife and settling it to the front of the altar before standing and making her way back towards the door, making sure the door was locked before she flipped the light switch off and walked back over, kneeling before the altar and beginning. She took a small patch from a shirt of Denny's that she had stolen and placed it on the tray, taking her hair and pulling out a few strands, securing it in place on the fabric with a few drops of candle wax.


"To the ancients that were before time, hear my prayers. I supplicate myself before you, now ready to make the sacrifice you desire. To the old ones, endowed with the powers of love and attraction. Bind my fate to that of the one I desire. And like this flame, like a Phoenix from the ashes let me rise anew to claim all that should be mine. With a touch, grant me the power to sway others and destroy those who stand in my path. For this, I offer up my heart, my soul, my blood. I spill it in your name."


She brought the blade up to her hand and paused for just a minute. She'd been in this spot before. She realized how he had ended the last time as well, only this time that wasn't going to happen. She slid it across her palm, spilling the blood onto the two items and then watched as the candles flickered before going out.

A smirk appeared across her lips as she heard the cracking of the light bulbs go off around the house as everything took it's final toll.

Now it was time to play.

WHO: Clark Kent [open to any tenants in Tower 3]
WHERE: Tower Three elevator
WHEN: Afternoon
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete

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( Going out for a bit )