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[Jun. 26th, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Who: Johanna & Damon
Where: Johanna's new digs
When: Last night, after this
What: Painting
Warnings: Always possible, but not incredibly likely at this juncture.
Johanna was good at being patient, she'd been patient for a very long time, about a great many things. Damon had said he was bringing her canvas, so she'd gotten out the paint pots and the brushes. She wasn't entirely sure what she was going to paint, but she rarely did before she started, the only thing she'd known she was going to do beforehand was her window back at Calliope's apartment.
She'd pulled her hair back in a series of clips, just to make sure it was out of the way, and she'd made sure Dinah had something to eat, to keep him out from underfoot while she figured out where to put the easel. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2009|10:57 pm] |
Who: Ellery, Cian and Remy
What: Taking care of Ellery
When: Right after this
Where: First their place and then the hospital
Warnings: TBD
After she'd gotten the message from Ellery that Cian had fallen yet again, though this time it was off a plow. This time she brought a wheelchair with her, and everything else she'd need as she rushed over. Inside she was panicking a bit and telling herself that she should have done something to make sure that this wouldn't happen again. But she didn't know what she had missed the last time. This time she wouldn't miss a thing.
Taking the port key to their house, she headed out to the field where she spotted the plow sitting and rushed over with the chair. Once she actually saw Ellery, she slowed down a bit until she got there. "Hey.. is he still breathing?" |
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[Jun. 26th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
Who; Frankie and Dustfinger
What: Dinner, a walk in the park
Where: Vegas
When: Tonight
Warnings: Will update if necessary
He was waiting for her at the port key just like he promised. he sat on the ground, back against a wall, Gwin on his shoulder. The marten was the first to react, nails digging into his master's shoulders, as he jumped off, scurrying toward her as she emerged from the port kehy. Dustfinger pushed himself up, opposite hand rubbing at his shoulder. Despite his duster, Gwin's claws had scratched him.
"Hello, Frankie." He smiled, as he stepped toward her. His posture was slightly more depressive than usual, the weight of the day weighing him down. Still, he smiled and reached out to greet his friend with a hug. "I am glad to see you." |
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