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[Oct. 30th, 2008|09:33 pm] |
Who: Mark House, Draegan Storm
What: Draegan wants a fix
Where: Draegan's Lair
When: Tonight
Warnings: Possible violence, vampire feeding
Draegan had sent two of his minions to bring House to him. He was anxious, his strength waning without a recent feed. He could just as easily go out and hunt for a meal, but he felt more inclined toward familiarity, this evening. So he sat at his desk, idly tapping a Sharpie against his chin while he waited for House to be delivered to him. He'd instructed his goons to be quick, he was in no mood to sit around.
He turned the television on, though it failed to hold his attention, and after a moment he turned it off again. The silence was near deafening, his keen hearing tuned to hear the sounds of his evening guest arriving. He rose to his feet, Sharpie held to his lips as a distinguished gentleman might hold a cigar, as he sauntered toward the door, to meet the arriving party. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2008|08:06 pm] |
Who: Mark House, Draegan Storm
What: Negotiations
When/Where: Backdated to yesterday after Mark's post/His apartment, to start with
Warnings: Vampires, possibly violence, mentions of drug use. So, yes.
Mark was obviously jonesing pretty bad, to be considering this. But still, there he was, pulling on his pants and heading to the door. After his run in with the girl called 359, and his first hit of vamp blood, his worldview was a little skewed- all he could think of was getting his hand on another drop, getting to feel that way again.
He knew it wasn't smart to be considering conning a vampire with over twice his strength and speed, but the craving was bad. Bad enough to have him prying the door open, glancing over Draegan with a weary eye. He didn't say anything, just stepping back, waving a hand to invite him in. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2008|12:13 pm] |
Who: Gatlin Harris, Jade, Mark House and probably a few NPCs
When: After Gatlin's post wondering where Mark was.
Where: Jade's club
What: Sex- lots of it and most likely lots of group.
Warnings: See the what.
Rating: NC-17
Status: In progress
( I'm too sexy for my... ) |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|11:18 pm] |
Who: Draegan Storm and Mark House
What: Meeting
Where: Tokyo
When: Tonight
Warnings: None yet.
Draegan had given the boy directions to get to the pub where he sat, bursing a drink while he waited. He had every faith Mark House would show up. Despite the rocky nature of their conversation, he'd judged young Mr House to be a man of his word. Draegan glanced at his watch casually, thoughts wandering to consider how the boy's blood might taste. He had never been particularly fond of American Blood for some reason, but he was willing to give it a try.
He glanced to the door, and sighed. Mark House was beginning to look like a no show, and Draegan didn't take well to being stood up. If the boy was smart, he'd make his grand entry within the next five minutes. Draegan was not a patient man, and if he had to hunt the kid down himself, he'd be far more likely to drain him of every drop of his precious blood. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|10:21 pm] |
Who: Mark House, Greg House
What: Not-quite-Father/Son bonding
When: Right the hell now!
Warnings: Drug use. Swearing. S for Snark!
Mark was waiting on the floor of his room, cigar box in his lap, papers laid out next to him. Sure, it was a little odd to be rolling joints for his dad. But the opportunity to see him not much older than Mark was worth the weed, if it meant fulfilling his curiousity.
Finishing the first joint, he lit it up and took a hit, moving over to turn his radio up- more to help Greg find the place, and warn his neighbors to stay away, than for the music itself. |
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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. 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. 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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