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[Jun. 11th, 2009|03:46 am] |
Who: Johnathan and Merope
When: May 6th (backdated from sexplot)
Where: Johnathan's house
Why: Morning after the pillowtalk uncomfortableness
( Awkward silences may ensue ) |
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[May. 5th, 2009|03:05 pm] |
Who: Johnathan Crane and Merope Gaunt
Where: His house, Merope's bedroom
Why: Johnathan woke up
( hot ) |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2009|11:24 pm] |
Who: Merope Gaunt & Jonathan Crane
Where: The hospital
Why: Lol, he got her out.
When: Sometime before she has to take the nightly meds.
Merope heard someone coming to finally release her, she was strapped down to the bed and the male nurse arrived and finally relieved her of the straps and allowed her to sit up. She was now much weirder than she had been before, she was nervous as to what might happen now that she wasn't bound to the bed and room anymore. It caused her to rock slightly on the bed, just enough so she seemed to do it out of habit now when she was kind of nervous.
Thankfully, the male nurse left her in the room by herself for now.
Didn't something special happen today?
Merope had forgotten all together. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2009|08:40 pm] |
Who: Jonathan Crane & Merope Gaunt
Where: The asylum he's working at
Why: Because he's been a bad bastard Xd
When: A week after he had her thrown in.
( Crazy bitch ) |
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[Mar. 19th, 2009|05:53 am] |
Who: Merope and Jonathan
When: Sometime in the mid-afternoon.
Why: He set a trap
Where: His basement lol. Hotness.
( tl;dr ) |
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[Mar. 14th, 2009|07:16 am] |
Who: Jonathan & Merope
WHere: His home
Why: She's a homeless bum?
When: Probably around 8 o' clock
As she read the words written by her Tom-face, she stood from the muggle machine and gathered her coat. Granted, she shouldn't be inside an internet cafe and writing a blog, but she was so reclusive that she usually spent so little time that no one really cared if she stole a few moments. As she took her coat, she left the shop and started walking in the cold towards the direction she'd been given.
It took her nearly three hours to find the gated community he lived in. Had she not been there to find Jonathan Crane, she might have been yelled at by the police for looking so ratted. At this point, she was tired from walking, hungry and hoped he would still be home. Granted, she could have apparated but magic seemed lost to her at some point, she'd been barely able to cast anything more than a light from her wand.
Once she approached the gate, she went to the side where she saw buttons and saw his name on the tab. Raising her delicate hand, she pushed the button but didn't say anything. Merope couldn't believed he allowed her to come to his home, she thought she might be taking advantage but she probably wasn't. |
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[Mar. 11th, 2009|05:49 am] |
Who: Merope & Jonathan Crane
When: Late night
Where; Cafe
Why: He coaxed her into meeting him
There she was inside of the cafe, uncomfortable and anti-social as always, finding it difficult to even sit there for more than a few minutes. Sometimes she looked at the door, her arms rested against the table and then went into her lap, head down, hair veiled in front of her face. The girl made a feverish sigh and thought of leaving the moment. Merope stood up and went to the front cafe, hands against the counter.
"Cocoa, please." Merope scrounged up a little bit of money and placed it on the counter, taking her cocoa and hiding back into the back of the cafe.
The longer she waited, the more nervous she became until she was so tense that she could barely move at all, so stiff that she couldn't move more than her arm. Finally, her hands went around the cup and she relax; it was her relaxation tool, a warmth on her cold hands was always her instant relax. |
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| The scariest thing in the world. |
[Jul. 13th, 2008|07:19 pm] |
Who: Donald W. Blackburn & Jonathan Crane
Where: Jonathan's apartment
When: TODAY. RIGHT NOW. AT NIGHT.
Why: Snuggles?
Rating: Probably naughty.
( AND SO IT BEGINS. ) |
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[Mar. 9th, 2008|09:41 pm] |
Who: Crane and Bianca
Where: A coffee shop.
What: They get together to chat about horrific death. Fun times!
Warnings: Swearing, otherwise TBA.
( Forget your running, I will find you. ) |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2008|12:31 am] |
Who: Donald and Jonathan
What: Confessions.
Where: Jonathan's apartment.
Warnings: Cuteness. Beware.
( YAR. HERE THAR BE HOMOS. ) |
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|01:44 am] |
Who: Donald W. Blackburn and Jonathan Crane
Where: Outsde that cafe. You know the one.
When: Early afternoon
What: First, formal meeting.
It was week three, and Donald had been in the same spot, predictably, every day. The seat by the fence was always vacant, and he couldn't figure out why--it was the best spot on the deck. It let the sun in, the flowers were right nearby, everything about it was perfect.
Plus, the view was nice.
As a matter of fact, he was checking it out right now--his eyes were just barely over the top line of a book that he wasn't reading. That guy was here again. He had been every afternoon, like clockwork, and every day, Donald had to stare. He was so...interesting? Pretty?
Ew, scratch that. Donald didn't like boys.
Yet. |
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[Feb. 10th, 2008|12:26 am] |
Who: Bell and Jonathan Crane
What: MEETING.
When: Some fine afternoon.
Where: The corner cafe
Warnings: There may be some intense banter. Strap on your welding goggles, kids.
It had been a grueling couple of days of adjusting, that was for sure--Bell had gone from super-lame lowlife to high-class art collector extraordinaire. Fun times, of course, but it was impossible to wake up without wondering if she was making everything up. So far, even if it was a dream, it was one she wasn't waking up from, which was good.
Now she was sitting in the courtyard of the tiny cafe outside her apartment, her nose in a book, a pencil tucked behind her ear. She was taking notes on the pieces of art in her house (which she figured she should know a thing about, but didn't), while enjoying a delicious passion tea lemonade--ah, this was the life. |
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