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[Feb. 17th, 2008|01:44 am] |
Who: Donald W. Blackburn and Jonathan Crane
Where: Outsde that cafe. You know the one.
When: Early afternoon
What: First, formal meeting.
It was week three, and Donald had been in the same spot, predictably, every day. The seat by the fence was always vacant, and he couldn't figure out why--it was the best spot on the deck. It let the sun in, the flowers were right nearby, everything about it was perfect.
Plus, the view was nice.
As a matter of fact, he was checking it out right now--his eyes were just barely over the top line of a book that he wasn't reading. That guy was here again. He had been every afternoon, like clockwork, and every day, Donald had to stare. He was so...interesting? Pretty?
Ew, scratch that. Donald didn't like boys.
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|02:33 am] |
Who: Connie and Kitten!
Where: Out and about!
Why: You and meeeee togetheerrrrr...
When: Early evening.
Connie had made contact with an angel. He was sure of it. As soon as the conversation with Kitten online had ended, he'd shut off his computer and dashed into the other room to get ready. A clean shirt and pinstriped blazer was donned, his finest gauges put in, his hair done so stylishly messy that it was almost criminal. He made sure he smelled good. Very good.
Then he headed to the address he had been given. He took the distance at a jaunty walk, looking refined and kickass all in one. Lord, this was going to be a good night. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|11:00 am] |
Who: Aramis and Belle
What: Sword purchasing and practice
Where: Cardiff
Rating: my guess is that it will be low.
Belle stood outside the shop, smoking a cigarette, her hands shoved deep inside her pockets. It was colder than she was used to, and it made her grumpy. But at least she would be getting in some proper swordplay today, and with a handsome Frenchman, no less.
Not that she had interest in flirting at the moment, but she could always enjoy the view. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|09:53 pm] |
Who: Celeste, Esme, Mindee, Phoebe and Sophie Cuckoo
When: Saturday evening
Where: Frost Mansion, Cuckoo's room
Warnings: Odd formatting, due to excessive use of telepathy. Sorry.
( This is what it sounds like ) |
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