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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|11:09 pm] |
Who: Dexter Morgan, OTA (Tag Death, Already! :P)
What: Coffee. Pondering the new narcolepsy of the universe.
When/Where: Right the heck now, local Starschmuck's coffee, NYC
Warnings: None, atm.
Dexter was sipping at what felt like his tenth coffee of the day, trying to look over one of his open case files. He was surprised to find that a serial murderer, who had been keeping his attention for the past two months, had suddenly dropped off the radar. No new kills, in almost three weeks now. Not that he particularly minded the lack of new deaths, even if it was a bit boring.
Come to think, he was getting so sick of the reports, every time he read them, he fell asleep. Hence the sudden redoubling of his coffee addiction, as he fought to stay awake long enough, to work on some sort of profile.
Or maybe how to get him back...
He yawned deeply again, taking another pull from his mocha. Damn, he was starting to think he'd be better off dropping it, until the new kill. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2008|02:24 am] |
Who: Death and Jason Todd
What: Jason just got blown up.
Warnings: Gruesome stuff
When: Around midnight this morning.
( Ow. ) |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2008|02:10 am] |
who. Lois Lane and Death
what. Waffles. Need I say more?
when. Recently
where. London
( Waffles! ) |
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[Feb. 10th, 2008|12:36 pm] |
Who: Ennis Del Mar and Death
What: Meeting, Drinking
When: This weekend
Where: Random bar in Utah
Ennis double checked his appearance, using a pair of grooming scissors to trim the stray hairs at the back of his neck and along his jaw. Satisfied, he decided to wear his favorite white Stetson hat, knowing he wold take it off, because it was disrespectful to wear a hat on a date with a lady. Not that he was going on a date. he didn't even know her name. he'd met her via the message boards, where Jack had posted for help on the ranch. If he felt a little bit guilty aboutt hat, he swallowed it down.
He didn't have much time to waste wallowing, if he wanted to be ontime to meet his new friend. He stroked the dash of his pick up, still adjusting to the modern model, before turning the engine over. Roraing to life, he backed out of the drive and headed down the side of the mountain he called home, into town to find his mystery date. He arrived at the designated meeting point two minutes early, and stood at the front of his truck, leaning against the grill. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|08:10 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | apocalyptic plot, carrie kelley, death, edward wong hau pepelu tivrusky iv, emma frost, frank longbottom, james potter, jamie madrox, mia kent, pietro maximoff, rose frost, stacy warner | ] |
who. A bunch of my kids. All narrative.
what. Surviving all the plots, wrapping up loose ends. If you want to find out who got hurt and how, you should read this.
where. All over the place
when. After Apoc is zapped out of here, exact time varies pup to pup
note. Sam did this first. Then I copied. Because it was a good idea.
note 2. It's long because I srsly can't shut the fuck up.
( In slow motion, the blast is beautiful. ) |
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[Jan. 14th, 2008|10:34 pm] |
Who: Rebecca House and Death!
What: Talkin'
Where: Her room in George's manor
When: Late Monday evening
She'd managed to get to her dad's place without any trouble. Luckily it wasn't that far away, and though the guards were reluctant to believe her, she finally showed enough ID to get in. After getting her two puppies, Jude and Pipsqueak, settled in with Biggles she lugged herself up the stairs and changed into her maternity pajamas. They weren't the prettiest things, but dark blue, flannel, warm and comfortable. She wasn't dressing to impress, especially since her husband in this time period was a teenager.
Settling back against the pillows she sighed rather contently and put in her ear bud headphones, listening to a band called 'Feeder' on her iPod. Relaxing, she rested her hands on her stomach and smiled a little as she felt her daughter kick. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2008|05:14 pm] |
Who: Desire, Delirium, Death.
What: The Endless mortals get together for a pity party and possibly some pancakes. HA ALLITERATION.
When: Late afternoon.
( Have you heard the news that you're dead? ) |
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