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[Oct. 4th, 2008|12:50 am] |
Who: Toki Wartooth and Skwisgaar Skwigelf the Younger
What: They're both freaking out so they both need less freaking out and more chill time
Where: Brenda Annn's house
When: Earlier this evening.
Warnings: Swearing for now, will change if it gets any more naughty.
Toki was a little powderkeg of emotion, lately. He was excited that Halloween was coming up, but on the other hand, he was sad because Teja was just about the biggest brat he'd ever met. He was incredibly happy that Stephanie and he were dating, but he missed his own Skwisgaar something horrible. He was delighted that his future grandson and Skwisgaar's future son were so happy together, but on the flip side of the coin, he honestly didn't know either of them very well.
He was currently over at his future daughter's house, keeping an eye on the baby Cassidy until the little guy fell asleep, and was playing him a lullabye on guitar. He was singing in his native language, softly and lightly - it was a song that he remembered from when he was young, and one of his parents' friends had come over to watch over him while his father was giving sermons. He finally saw Cassidy's eyes drift closed and the baby sucked less actively on his own fist. He smiled and slipped out of the nursery, taking his guitar with him, quiet as could be, before walking back down the stairs. He had the faraway smile on his face even as he entered the living room, and curled back up into the chair with his guitar, playing to himself. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|07:29 pm] |
WHO: Mason & Anne Boleyn
WHAT: [Continued from =here=] // Movies & Dinner
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: Yes
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|08:54 pm] |
Who: Malakai Chmelyk, Rurik Markov
What: Reuniting, feeding of the hungry, figuring out what the Hell is going on.
When/Where: Before sunrise last night, the hotel in Paris Rurik got dropped off in.
Warnings: So a vampire and a witch walk down to a bar. Which is to say, there's no telling.
Thankfully, after the slight scare of waking up in the wrong country, Malakai managed to get himself squared away, enough cash in his pocket (as always) to suit his purposes. He caught a first-class red-eye to Paris, doing a bit of searching to find the hotel in question. Of course, Kai's version of 'searching' was mostly barhopping, so it did take him until almost sunrise, to make it to the hotel. He tried to ask for his friend's room, although the desk manager seemed to be misunderstanding him.
"No, no. Rurik Markov," He slowed his speech, although it was still thickly accented, and the man insisted once again, there was no one there by that name. Muttering to himself in Russian, he stalked away, heading up the stairs to hunt the man down himself. It shouldn't be too hard- his power was unique, he could feel it in the building. It was just a question of focus, to limit it to a room.
Once he was at the door, he gave it a few harsh knocks. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|09:29 pm] |
WHO: Bela and Soren
WHAT: Just talkin' and playin' with the dog.
WHERE: Hyde Park.
WHEN: After Bela and Dean's honeymoon.
WARNINGS: Nah.
In a fit of madness, Bela had volunteered to walk Roxy while the boys were busy with various pursuits. She was married to Dean, after all; she figured she ought to make nice with the dog. She was only regretting it partly - Roxy was an active dog. Some might even say hyper. And her arm hurt.
Now, though, she spied a bench in the park, and flopped down on it. She sat on the long leash, watching Roxy explore and sniff things. She was a nice dog. Just ... mad. Like her owners. And it was nice here. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|09:50 pm] |
Who: Ilya and Kris
Where: Vegas, MGM Grand
When: Evening
What: Meeting new people.
Rating: TBD
Kris had no clue why she was doing this, it wasn't like she was the most trusting of people, and she certainly wouldn't have gone hundreds of miles to meet a guy before, but now itw as like walking across the street, and she was alone for the most part so Kris dove in. Finally deciding on a teal babydoll dress and her hair pulled up she was ready and on her way.
Though Kris had never been to Vegas, when she arrived there she knew instantly where to go, the portkey having placed her just down the street from the MGM Grand, the only problem was, where was she supposed to meet him there? When he said to meet him there he wasn't specific at all and the building itself was huge. She was certain people would look at her like she was insane, closely watching to make sure she didn't run off with their goods or small children, but she wasn't focused on it, she was steadly looking for the man that had invited her to this bright town of glitz and glamour. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|11:18 pm] |
Who: Draegan Storm and Mark House
What: Meeting
Where: Tokyo
When: Tonight
Warnings: None yet.
Draegan had given the boy directions to get to the pub where he sat, bursing a drink while he waited. He had every faith Mark House would show up. Despite the rocky nature of their conversation, he'd judged young Mr House to be a man of his word. Draegan glanced at his watch casually, thoughts wandering to consider how the boy's blood might taste. He had never been particularly fond of American Blood for some reason, but he was willing to give it a try.
He glanced to the door, and sighed. Mark House was beginning to look like a no show, and Draegan didn't take well to being stood up. If the boy was smart, he'd make his grand entry within the next five minutes. Draegan was not a patient man, and if he had to hunt the kid down himself, he'd be far more likely to drain him of every drop of his precious blood. |
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