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[Jan. 8th, 2010|10:54 pm] |
Decided to let my hair grow out. |
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[Dec. 4th, 2009|08:03 pm] |
So I've decided to have a party.
Well, not really, whoever's life I fell into decided to have it, I've just decided to keep it.
Tonight [New York nightclub address] starts at sundown, goes until everyone goes home, I suppose, and you're all invited, yes, even you. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:27 pm] |
And Saturday rolls around again.
Party at [address]. Blondes get in free. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|06:52 pm] |
I think... I need to find something to do. I can't just sit around anymore. I'm going crazy. Crazier.
Any ideas? |
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| [To the number labeled 'home' on her phone...] |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
[ooc: Which just so happens to be Thomas' cell. Enter Justine of the No-Last-Name, estranged lover of one Thomas Raith from The Dresden Files. Human sexpot of a girl living under the entrapment of a family of incubusses (hey, Incubi isn't a word either, apparently) and succubi, namely Thomas' family. Ta-da!]
Lady Raith? Lara? I'm... where am I? Why did you-?
Has something happened? I swear, I don't know where I am. I didn't mean to...
[ETA; Open Post] Hello? Somebody? This isn't funny, you know. I need to get back to my.. I need to get back. They're going to be upset, and trust me, that's something you don't want to see. |
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