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[Apr. 10th, 2009|11:24 pm] |
Who: Mara Sinclair and Father Alex Bernier
What: Talking, lingering powers
When: Friday, after evening services
Warnings: None. Will update if needed.
( Shades of grey, wherever I go ) |
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|04:18 pm] |
Who: Alex and Kenzie, maybe random appearances by Emma
Where: Her Home
When: Afternoon
What: Alex nagging Kenz to rest :-)
Rating: PG13 at most
Makenzie Cameron was never good at staying down, at resting when she needed it, but she didn't have much choice this time. Every time she moved some part of her hurt, though nothing like it did after her sister saved her during the war. None of this mattered anymore, she had a new life, an odd yet fun career, and her sister back in her life as well as a good friend who seemed to genuinely care about her even despite who and what she was.
Tired of laying on the couch, the books she had near her not holding her attention, Kenzie finally gave in and tried to do something productive. She knew that Alex would make her lay back down when he arrived, so she wanted to get some things done, though the young brunette had no clue what she really had to get done, which worked out for her because as she moved across the room there was a ring of the doorbell.
She was going to get the door herself, but Emma beat her to it. "Be nice okay Em?"
"Yeah yeah, wouldn't want your sister to scare off whoever you have coming over." Emma said with a small smirk. Her face of course looked like a large truck had run her over several times, but for the most part she was fine.
Opening the door the tall, bruised brunette looked the man up and down. "Hello?" She said. "Can I help you?" |
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[Nov. 27th, 2008|01:23 pm] |
Who: Kenzie and Alex
Where: In London
When: Just after her talk with Alex Here
What: who knows
Rating: TBD
( Everyone needs friends ) |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|08:23 pm] |
Who: Crowley, Aziraphale, and Alex Bernier
What: Post-AU!Plot explanations, and interrogating a sin eater
When/Where: Last night, the basement of Crowley's club
Warnings: Inevitably, at least swearing. I'm going with 'R', for now.
Crowley headed to the steps leading into the bowels of his club, leaning near the doorway at the bottom to wait for the Angel to meet him. He wasn't sure where he- or the babe- were, so he was attempting to hold off on confronting their 'guest', until he knew they would be safe. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|07:38 pm] |
Who: Crowley, Zira, and Alex
What: Make new friends, but keep the old
Where: In the bowels of Crowley's club
When: Last Night
Warnings: NWS.
Alex headed to the club Crowley had said she owned. It wasn't far from his church,a nd he took the long way around just to go past the church. It looked just as he remembered, and that made him feel a curious mix of pride and fear. He shrugged it off, and started walking again, double checking the address three times just to be sure. He finally stuffed the paper in his pocket, and headed to the door.
"Crowley is expecting me," he informed the door man. The man gave him a once over, nodded, and let him through. The music throbbed, he'd felt it half a block away. The lights were low, dim except for the stages, where performers...performed. Alex kept his gaze averted as much as he could, and simply headed to the bar to get a drink, dropping Crowley's name once again. The pulse of the lights was giving him a headache, and he hoped getting sloshed quickly woudl help that. |
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