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[Aug. 17th, 2009|12:46 am] |
Who: Soren, Sable, & Cass, with a possible Marnie somewhere.
What: Uh. Not good things, that's for certain.
Where: The Wolfpack's London residence
When: Nowish
Warnings: If you don't like seeing little fluffy jerkwads yelling at poetspawn, this wouldn't be for you.
Cassidy was pacing the length of the living room like a caged wildcat. He was wearing his gloves, and in them, his fingers flexed into fists and loosened once more, only to repeat the process. Soren was able to hear him mentally reciting the Fibonacci sequence, and he was well into it. His breath was tight and huffed out in little growls of anger. Around his shoulders, Henn's Shadow, Kitten draped like a rather strange boa. It was to Kitten's credit that he wasn't completely livid. He was waiting for Sable to show up. He was fucking done with playing around. He'd learned just earlier that his fears were true, that in some way, Sable was using Henn to get back at Soren. To stab Cass in the back. And that wouldn't fly with him. Not because it was against him, but because it was Henn that she was hurting. He couldn't care less about his own pain at this point. What mattered was that she was being a two-faced bitch over all of this.
She had to be gone. Now. Preferably without his having to confront her, physically. |
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[Aug. 13th, 2009|10:36 pm] |
Who: Soren and Sable Skwigelf.
What: Arguments.
When: Thursday night.
Where: Chez Wolfpack.
Warnings: I'll just put yes to be safe.
( And something has to give. ) |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Who: Spencer Shay, Soren Skwigelf, and Sable Skwigelf.
What: attack of the double essers Rescuing Spencer from his arrival
Where: Downtown London.
When: Nowish.
Warnings: None foreseen.
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|10:08 pm] |
Who: Star & Sable
Where: London and possibly parts beyond
What: Drinkytiems!
Warnings: Star doesn't talk, so probably none worse than Sable maybe has a potty mouth.
Star was waiting outside, an umbrella tucked under one arm just in case, and the collar on her jacket turned up. She'd finally found a hat she liked, as well as a sheriff's badge to pin onto it, the hat was pulled down low, causing her hair to fluff up from under it.
Other than that she was dressed comfortably, grease-spotted jeans and a tee shirt that was almost new. |
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[May. 27th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
WHO: Sable Skwigelf, Cassidy Turner, Henriette Stillman, and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: Wolfpack conference time.
WHEN: Sometime within the past couple of days.
WHERE: Cass's apartment
WARNINGS: Srs bsns
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the one-bedroom apartment is exponentially smaller than the house, leaving almost no personal space for the four of them; but after all that's happened in the past week or so, Sable certainly doesn't mind. Coming from the background she does, she feels very much at home in such conditions. She's learning -- or thinks she's learning -- far better how to read her housemates' body language and know when to give them space. Cass has always been the hardest.
But it's a nice environment -- Cass's typical cleanliness and order is less stark to her when the empty spaces are taken up by people, and love, and a good meal -- chicken spinach with white sauce, things that taste like luxury to her. Cass is, as always, an exceptional cook.
By habit of culture, she discourages serious conversation at dinner. Meals are not for business unless absolutely necessary -- and for what she feels is the first time in the time they've had together, there's no need to rush anything. There's nowhere to be but here, no deadlines to meet, no work to be done except eventually the dishes... Their most important work right now is the work it takes to make and keep a family together. |
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[May. 23rd, 2009|02:30 am] |
WHO: Sable and Skwisgaar Skwigelf
WHAT: talking
WHERE: Casa del Wolfpack
WHEN: tonight
WARNINGS: probably nothing much worse than foul language, but they're also chatting about not really G-rated topics so... there ya go.
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It seems that Skwisgaar has joined the fluctuating but ever-present group of resident parental units who have been at the house since Soren got back. It doesn't take long for this to be common knowledge, since the livingroom has become the center of everything, Miniver and Marnie having moved things around and set it up so all four kids could sleep in there.
Sable's not quite her usual on-the-ball self -- as evidenced by how she's spent the past two days wearing pyjama pants and one of Soren's shirts... and all right there's a small fluffy stuffed sheep involved as well. She's at least recovered enough from her own personal crises to have the presence of mind to put it down before going over to Skwisgaar.
"...Mr. Skwigelf? Hi." |
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[May. 20th, 2009|11:53 pm] |
Who: Soren and Sable Skwigelf.
What: Much needed talks.
When: Wednesday night, after Soren's attempt.
Where: Soren's room at Casa Del Wolfpack.
Warnings: Maybe triggering, maybe some swear words. Will update if needed.
( I made a lot of mistakes. ) |
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[May. 17th, 2009|08:21 pm] |
Who: Maison Roberts & Sable Harris Skwigelf
Where: Her shop
When: Sunday, 'bout lunchtime.
Why: Because.
Warnings: Always possible with the Wolfpack, will update if necessary.
Maison had been feeling productive that day, and had made sandwiches, most of these were left at the house for the members of the Wolfpack that were there. Another couple were wrapped in wax paper and dropped into a bag along with a couple cans of orange float.
"Taking Sable lunch, I'll be back." He announced to the house at large before heading off to the portkey. He smiled crookedly as he nudged the shop's door open with an elbow, "Hey Sabey-baby, brought you some food, don't figure the books are good for that." |
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[May. 6th, 2009|11:30 pm] |
Who: Maison Roberts & Sable Harris Skwigelf
When: Last Sunday, the 3rd (lol, we fail at time!)
Why: Because the 4th of the Wolfpack needs to meet their new adoptee
Warnings: Always possible.
Sunday afternoon was the first time Maison had actually had a free moment since his being willingly abducted by Soren earlier in the week and subsequently adopted.
Of course, being who he was he wanted to meet the fourth of the quartet before making anything official. Which was why he made his way to the bookshop after his shift at work. He ran a hand through his hair as he slipped into the shop, attempting to wrangle it back with a tie and getting most of it, aside from the red streak that always defied collection. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2009|04:04 am] |
WHO: Sable and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: doin' stuff
WHEN: After Soren and Cass get back from Arizona
WHERE: the wolfpackhouse
WARNINGS: no idea. maybe?
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Sable's been waiting for Soren and Cass to get home most of the day. She took the evening off work, and has been at home puttering in the kitchen trying to bake since noon. It's nothing even close to Cass's skill, but Bren's taught her a bit, and she manages at least to churn out some things that are edible and not burned or undercooked.
Thus, when the boys get back, Sable's managed to make a bunch of scones and cookies and brownies, which she's set out on the table in the living room with some tea and devon cream. Once they both get settled in, she'd beg Cass for permission to steal her husband for a little while. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2009|01:04 pm] |
Who: Alexia Winters, Adikia, Sable Skwigelf, Josie Marcham
What: Photography and fancy lunch foods
Where: Alexia's penthouse, London, England
When: Friday Afternoon
Warnings: Likely. It's Al.
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