User:	thatjazz (posted by patient_man)
Date:	2008-10-27 04:47
Subject:	Open
Security:	Public

Scott's not the excitable sort.

It's not easy to get under his skin. Not easy to get a reaction. He's cool. He's calm. He is collected. His voice doesn't raise, his hair doesn't muss, and as far as appearances go, his clothes are too busy being scared stiff to even think about wrinkling.

Scott likes it that way: saves trouble, saves questions, and saves him having to get his hands dirty.

Not that he won't get his hands dirty, when it comes right down to it. Just ask Tim -- or John. Not that they'll tell you anything, but they're less likely to cut your tongue out for asking.

It's been that kind of month, and Scott's in that kind of mood.

He settles into a chair in the back corner of the club, before the place is open for business. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle. His elbow's on the table, deft fingers spinning a half-empty glass of something amber against the polished surface. When he hears someone getting close he finishes his drink and looks to them.

"What do you need?"

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User: thatjazz (posted by vodkaislife) Date: 2008-10-27 12:05 Subject: The Fury - Open Security: Public Mood: relaxed Tags: club open, stellan

Things seem to be running just as smoothly as usual in the Fury. Good to see it back on track.

James didn't need Stellan tonight, so he decided to come over and swill down vodka. He's on his own, seated at a table with a bottle and a glass. He doesn't dance; he used to, when he was younger, but that was years and years ago. Before the war. He doesn't play cards; too much is left up to chance, and he likes for things to be more certain than that. He doesn't chat dollybirds up; not been his style for a while.

He keeps a semi-professional eye as he winds down from his day. If there's trouble, he's here. He's definitely enjoying the music, though, and he's not asocial, as anyone would find out if they decided to join him.

He'd probably even share the vodka, which is about as important to him as eating his eggs in the morning.

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