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[Jun. 11th, 2008|07:04 pm] |
Who: Skwisgaar the younger and Marcus/Marius Rogan
What: Drinking, playing pool, and talking about/hitting on women
Where: Miami
When: Lateish in the day
Rating: Let's say high and change it as needed. Definite swearing.
Marius knew the portkey sequence to this particular spot pretty well. He liked Miami, and the girls were usually impressed with his guitar playing. He'd left his acoustic at home (fourteen years in the future), but that wasn't a big deal. After all, he was just there to play pool and try to look 21 like his 'license' said he was.
He'd already ordered a rum and coke, and was looking for his companion. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2008|07:29 pm] |
WHO: Bela & Anne
WHAT: Vacation
WHERE: Portkey to the tropics.
WHEN: During Reika's rampage.
Bela didn't have many summery sorts of clothes, but she managed an acceptable outfit. She didn't want to be weighted down, so she simply walked to the portkey with no luggage. She would stumble back to her flat if she needed clothes. Right now she needed to be free and easy and without thought.
She looked around for Anne, not sure whether they were meeting at the portkey or at the bar in Tahiti. She had her entire last pay cheque in her handbag, and she'd likely make more money during the course of the evening. Such an amount ought to get her sufficiently soused. It wasn't even that she wanted to get drunk, per se - she wanted to not think about anything. It was the quickest method. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2008|09:15 pm] |
Who: Erik and Joanne
What: She's dying
When: Sometime this week, I'll leave it kinda vague
Where: Their home
Warnings: Uh... death? :D
It had been a long couple of days since Joanne had been infected when she had touched the ghost. The tattoo was spreading up over her body at a slow rate, but she'd had it for days now, and she knew that her time was getting close. It was a wonder that she was even conscious, but she had been going in and out since she'd gotten the tattoo.
Sometimes she'd be awake for hours, sometimes only for a moment. She laid on the bed, her breathing labored and she was sweating and pale and looked horrible. After all things, she didn't want it to be like this. But she was never as strong as she thought she was. Her eyes opened and she looked around for Erik, knowing he was close by somewhere. She needed to see him.
Before it was too late. |
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