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[Mar. 3rd, 2008|09:38 am] |
Who: Alma Delm Mar Jr, and Mark House of the Female Persuasion
What: Exploring Lesbian Fantasies, a Remix
When: Today, early morning, during No-No-Bit Swap week.
Warnings: Really, see the what.
It had taken him a few minutes, to properly peruse his new body, doing the showering and dressing thing with a new sense of appreciation for the female form before heading to the portkey. He shivered a little under the long jacket he wore, considering all he had under it was the lingerie Jaime had left to him, his jeans not fitting over his hips, shirts not liking his new bustline. Still, he was covered enough that he only got a few looks for his bare feet, as he jogged his way to Alma's apartment.
God, they jiggled.
Taking a moment to giggle at that, an utterly bizarre sound, he knocked on the door to warn her, before letting himself in, clearing his throat and calling out in an unfamiliar voice?
"Alma? It's... me." |
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[Feb. 28th, 2008|07:49 pm] |
Who: Alma and Carlos
Where: The clinic.
When: This evening.
Warnings: Eh, doubtful. Possibly some light swearing, wont be anything to slao an 'R' on.
It was the hardest secret Alma had ever had to keep, and she'd nearly felt inclined to tell Mark about it the past weekend. That wouldn't have been fair to Ennis, or Bobby, whom she'd kept it from for an entire year and some odd weeks. Even if Ennis didn't remember. And now her doctor had left the clinic to do some kind of work elsewhere. Joy. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was certainly possible, as she sat on the table in one of the exam rooms, she just hoped if it did happen, confidentiality wouldn't be a problem. It she wasn't free of it yet, she'd know it wasn't something she could take care of and act like it hadn't happened and she'd tell Bobby herself.
For now, she waited, the doctor would be with her sortly. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2008|10:06 pm] |
Who: Alma and Mark
When: backdated to Saturday.
Where: Alma's apartment.
Warnings: Human sundaes.
After making sure Andrew was all right and happily playing with his twin Valentine's in California (and after making him promise agan to be extra good for their Dad), Alma returned through the portkey to Park City, scanning around and spotting Mark, she walked over with a grin, sliding her arm to link with his. "It really doesn't cease to amaze me how on time y'all can be when ceertain promises are made." |
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[Feb. 26th, 2008|04:28 pm] |
Who: Alma and Open.
Where: The Diner she works in, Park City Utah.
When: Last night. Any time after, say 9 P.M.
Warnings: None.
She'd been there a couple of hours. There wasn't a whole lot to what would now be her second job. She got people coffee mostly, refilled coffee and brought and took away the occasional plate. It was dull, slow and dull all over again but it was feeding her and Drew and keeping them in the apartment. So she wasn't going to complain. She took it with stride. Sighing as she saw someone sit out of the corner of her eye she finished totaling a bill and set it in front of it's client, walked over without looking up, dating a new bill.
"Hi, can I getcha somethin'?" |
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[Feb. 20th, 2008|10:12 am] |
Who: Alma Del Mar Jr & Mark House
When: Last night.
Where: N'York ;)
Warnings: May likely pop up, none for right now.
After making sure Jack and Ennis knew she was heading out for a while and that she'd let herself in when she got back, Alma showered, changed and put on a little makeup (very rare for her) so as not to be as obviously withdrawn from society as she really was. Pinning the sides of her hair back with a pretty clip she slipped out of the house (especially avoiding Bobby) and made her way to the Portkey.
She didn't use them often, hadn't yet in fact, but she arrived in New York just fine, glancing around to get a hold on her bearings and hopefully spot Mark. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|11:01 am] |
Who: Alma and Bobby.
Where: The ranch.
When: Some time during the day, likely when Drew's at school.
Warnngs: Um yeah, just as bad as Jack and Ennis. NSFW.
Pulling a bright, white sheet from the basket at her feet, Alma gave it a sharp whip in the air to shake off any excess water before holding it carefully so it didn't touch the ground, using the pins in her mouth and on her apron to hang it up on the clothes line. She did the same for three more sheets before picking the basket up and setting it onto the porch. This concluded her morning chores, she had a little bit of time ti relax before working on making everyone on the ranch lunch, doing the dishes from it and straightening everything up around the house before making dinner, so she sat on one of the stairs, pulling her knees up to look off over the land, enjoying the slowly warming sun and the breeze. |
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