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[Nov. 9th, 2008|05:17 am] |
Who: Ate and Momos
What: Her uncharacteristically sulking
Where: At her home
When: Now
Warnings: Doubtful Oh, who am I kidding. they're like honeymooners. NSFW.
Stupid Kia with her stupid mouth that deserved a fist shoved down it. It wasn't the first tie she thought it'd be nice to have been an only child, though she rarely let any of them get to her over such a dumb thing, and it was her reaction as much as Kia's words that got her good and sulkish.
She'd taken a long shower in hopes of feeling better, and when that failed she'd decided to take more drastic action. Dressed simply in one of Momos' dress shirts, a pair of panties and a set of socks, she'd gathered a bowl of ice cream and settled down on the sofa to pout it what it seemed had become a time honored female tradition. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|03:47 pm] |
Who: Anthony J Crowley and Alexia Winters
What: Fouling Crowley Up. Whatever Alexia decides that means.
When/Where: Right the hell now, Alexia's flat in London
Warnings: Um, yes. Definately.
Crowley knocked, right after he sent the last of his messages, leaning himself against the wall next to Alexia's door. He took another drag on the cigarette he was holding, all but radiating arrogance; this arrangement he and his new Lord had concocted had been working out better than he had dared to hope. And now, here he was, about to have even more fun.
At least, he hoped. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|07:03 pm] |
Who: Stephanie and Navi
When: Sunday night
Where: Stephanie's London flat
Why: Because Steph's being emo and Navi's got ice cream.
Warnings: doubtful, but you never know.
Once she'd signed off, Stephanie had indeed gone about moving the furniture, mostly just getting the coffee table out of the way and taking the cushions off the couch and turning it around to use as a back wall, after that she raided the linen closet for spare sheets and towels, getting a bag of rubber bands from the kitchen, as well as the two dining room chairs for more support. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|07:25 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale and Alexia
What: discussion
Where: Alexia's house
When: after this
Warnings: None, really.
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|10:16 pm] |
Who: Kris and Ilya
Where: Kris'
What: Answers
When: Their first moment alone.
Rating: TBD
Kris didn't know what to t hink. She had been told bits and pieces, but didn't get the whole story and then the three visitors seemed to upset him even further, she honestly didn't know if he wanted her around so she stayed pretty much to the shadows letting Ilya determine when they would talk, atleast that was the original plan. Unable to hold back any longer she finally approached, somewhat nervous as she did and nervously tried to ask for the answers she felt she deserved.
"Ilya..there seems to be a lot you haven't told me, can you please just tell me now?" |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|11:11 pm] |
Who: Anthony J Crowley, Aziraphale
What: Reactions, reacquaintances.
When/Where: Tonight, after Crowley and Zira's respective talks with Alexi/ Their new place in Monte Carlo
Warnings: Swearings, talk of unpleasantness, inevitably NSFW-ness
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|11:19 pm] |
Who: Ilya and Kai
What/Where/When: Talking/Kris' place/After the casino fire
Warnings: None expected
With Kris sleeping, Ilya eased out from under her arm. He kissed her forehead to try and keep her from waking. He stood a moment to be sure she wouldn't stir, before slipping out of the bedroom. He made his wway on near silent feet to the living room. I want to talk to you," he said to Kai, deliberately excluding Rurik. He didn't see the red head, and didn't seek her out. "Privately," he added with a clipepd tone.
He sensed something about the man. Something both familiar and infinitely foreign. He was intrigued and uncertain. Above all, he wanted to know who the man was, though he knew he was no man at all, but a vampire. Just to be near him, Ilya felt his own blood pulse faster, hotter in his veins. |
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