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[Jan. 29th, 2010|06:32 am] |
NOTICE POSTED TO ALL MEMBERS OF THE LUXE.
Change of plans, folks-- I know tax time is upon us, but listen up. No donating anything to THE FRAY. Not one little thing. Sometimes, it takes tough love to help people get on their feet, and that's what we're gonna give 'em. All the handouts just don't seem to be helping and our philanthropy can only go so far.
So keep your cash to yourselves, folks! They don't need us any more.
RENO |
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| who said life was fair? |
[Jan. 29th, 2010|05:50 am] |
Vespers's beloved Underground was looking cheerier today-- or maybe it was ( just Knox. )
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| drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart |
[Jan. 29th, 2010|05:31 am] |
[ set pre-knock out ]
517B wasn't very difficult to locate along Marrow Street, considering what other sort of sketchy places were found along the road. Not that any of it was able to deter Jack, who came across the owner of said theatre outside and nonchalantly polluting the air. He'd been hoping to get inside and not stray out here any longer, but since Julian was who he'd come to find, he supposed it was ( a worthwhile sacrifice. ) |
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| defects. |
[Jan. 29th, 2010|03:40 am] |
[ bayard, okiku. ]
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| a little red riding hood. |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|04:51 am] |
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[Jan. 26th, 2010|09:42 pm] |
A note sent to Morgan L'fanu, smelling delicately of opium. It is labelled with ( the Libertine's name. ) |
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| are you there, god? it's me, ophelia. |
[Jan. 26th, 2010|09:06 am] |
Noises. Sounds, everywhere. A cacophanous and raging sea of loud but murmured intrusions. Stuck eyelashes, cold fingers. ( Sensing. ) |
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| & you will take her my whispers. |
[Jan. 26th, 2010|07:25 am] |
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[Jan. 26th, 2010|07:00 am] |
"And yanno I don't even really think she meant anything bad by it-- it's just..." A thoughtful pucker of sugar sweet lips. "... You don't show so much skin, yanno? And that's what Momma likes. Skin. Or maybe I mean that Momma likes money and skin makes that. Whatever. You know what I mean, don't'cha?"
Honey Sweet crossed those beautiful thighs, one hand roughly yanking on the hem of her miniskirt so that maybe, just maybe, it'd ( cover something. ) |
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| Notes for The Libertines. |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|05:55 pm] |
Sent to Julian Vella, Honey Sweet, Seth McDonough, Sadie Frost, Jack Dauph, and Sidney Cutting respectively in wax sealed, perfumed, kiss-marked envelopes. ( Handwritten. ) |
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| despite your conjecture. |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|02:46 am] |
If you looked hard enough, every now and then, you could see a little bit of sky through the piping networked sewers of the overground.
Secretly, Swallow looked for that sliver whenever he left Travesty. Secretly, ( he rarely found it. ) |
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| [ INFLUX ] |
[Jan. 24th, 2010|04:26 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | bayard, charlie, elaine, gregor, influx, kealan, manji, ophelia, phineas, sara, sidney, the clock | ] |
INFLUX.
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 Ophelia White SPITConvict Melbourne, Australia 3012 [ Pinup Saint ] |
 Sara The LuxeLolita Boston 1925 [ see you cheap ] |
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 Manji SPITVENOM'S Apothecary Iga Province, Japan, 1523 [ e ii mama yo ] |
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Please make everyone feel welcome to their new home.
Let it be known that SPIT, THE LIBERTINES, and THE FRAY will not be accepting anymore members until other organizations reach similar numbers. That being said, go make some people that are rich and/or smart. :] |
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| whats her name. |
[Jan. 18th, 2010|09:12 pm] |
| Every morning when he wakes there is nothing left, nothing left of ( him ) |
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| Cobblestone. |
[Jan. 18th, 2010|03:37 am] |
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