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[Mar. 9th, 2010|10:14 pm] |
Who: Hope Smith-Harkness and Damon Salvatore
When: An hour after they talked
Where: Condo she has
What: Entertaining
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
She wasn't sure what sort of things he liked to drink, but Hope made sure there were enough refreshments for them both and would go from there. The condo certainly wasn't lacking in things that were needed and it was always stocked.
She stretched her legs out and crossed them at the ankle as she relaxed, waiting for her guest to arrive. She smirked a little, remembering how he commented on not wanting to offend her. If he only knew half the things she had seen just due to her father's reputation... |
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[Dec. 29th, 2009|08:56 pm] |
Who: Damon Salvatore and Dorian Gray (and later Stefan Salvatore).
What: Probably bad things, really.
When: Tuesday evening.
Where: Out and about in London.
Warnings: Blood and sex.
( These aren't good guys. ) |
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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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[Mar. 25th, 2009|07:15 pm] |
Who: Johanna Barker & Damon Salvatore
Where: London
When: Wednesday evening-ish
Why: Johanna's giving Damon a tour of Old London.
Warnings: Not likely they made dinner out of some thugs, kinda messy.
Johanna arrived on the streetcorner not far from the portkey not long after she said she would. Her hair was tied back, just to keep it out of her face, really, and she was wearing a dress. Neither of these things were really remarkable, as she did them often.
She had an umbrella tucked under her arm, since it was predicted to rain, and she was wearing a coat, not because she needed one, but because she didn't want to stand out by not having one when the weather called for it.
She was much more at ease amid the bustling traffic now than she had been when she'd first arrived, she still wasn't wholly comfortable with it, but she fit in well enough, and knew she had nothing to fear from it. |
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