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[Sep. 25th, 2010|08:02 am] |
Who: Sam Ford and Iggy
What: Studying and stuff
Warnings: Eh, nothing. Just fluff and cuteness
( No, YOU hang up... No, you! ) |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2010|10:09 pm] |
Who: Sam and Nate Ford
What: Phone Call
When: Now
Warnings: Not likely
"Come on, Sam. Answer the phone." Nate paced around the island in his kitchen. He missed the days of real telephones, when there was a chord to fiddle with while you waited for the other person to answer. "Answer the phone," he said again, as if his pleas would make Sam answer.
Sam was on vacation with Iggy. Nate couldn't and wouldn't blame him if he didn't answer, but he really really really hoped he did. Nate did not want to go to Vegas with Sophie, without Sam. |
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[May. 7th, 2010|11:11 pm] |
Who: Sophie Devereaux, Riley Garret, Sam Ford, Nathan Ford, Eliot Spencer - possible others
What: Yay hospital!
Warnings: I don't think so?
( Read more... ) |
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[Jan. 26th, 2010|08:10 am] |
Who: Sam Ford and Lindsey McDonald
What: Meeting for coffee and no revelations, really
When: Monday Afternoon (After the breakfast with Eliot)
( Didn't I just see you? ) |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:02 pm] |
Who: Open to anyone attending Homecoming.
What: Taunton Homecoming Dance
Warning: Explosions!
( Homecoming Dance ) |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|08:48 pm] |
Who: Candy Quackenbush and Sam Ford.
What: Talking.
When: After this post.
Where: A coffee shop near their houses.
Warnings: Maybe some potty talk, nothing else.
( Talking about Things. ) |
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[Sep. 21st, 2009|09:12 pm] |
Who: Candy Quackenbush and Sam Ford.
What: Dinner and a movie.
When: Tonight.
Where: Out and about London.
Warnings: Doubtful.
( Friends are good to have. ) |
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[Sep. 15th, 2009|06:11 am] |
Who: Sam Ford, Iggy, Hope, maybe Angel
Where: Taunton
Warnings: Teen angst!
( If I sang out of tune ) |
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|08:06 am] |
Who: Open to everyone
What: Life support
Where: Teague's art studio, London
When: Tonight around 5pm
Warnings: TBD
( Come to help yourself and others. ) |
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[Aug. 16th, 2009|03:45 pm] |
Who: Sophie Devereaux and Sam Ford
What: Shopping
Warnings: Not a one. Unless office supplies scare you? Or zombies attack at the mall...
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[Jul. 29th, 2009|09:34 pm] |
Who: Sam Ford and Iggy
What: Nothing! Nothing at all! What makes you think something's going to happen? Nothing's going to happen!
Where: Pizza place in Brooklyn.
Warnings: You people are relentless!
( Nothing to see here! ) |
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[Jul. 16th, 2009|03:09 am] |
Who: Sophie Devereaux and Sam Ford
Where: Hospital Room
When: Visiting hours
Warnings: Oh, please. Of course not.
She'd been by to the hospital enough times to know the way without issue, and the nurses all knew her by sight. With a smile she sweeped by them, the smell of pizza preceding her into his hospital room. It was an odd time of day for a meal, but he was a growing boy, and he did seem to dislike the hospital food. With a smile she came around the corner, a bit surprised, although plesantly, to have caught him at a moment when he was both awake and alone. That was good... she had something she wanted to talk to him about.
"Hey there, tiger. Hungry?" |
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[Jun. 24th, 2009|10:34 pm] |
Who: Sophie Devereaux and Nate Ford, and Sam Ford, and maybe others?
What: A nice quiet conversation about sobriety and fatherhood
Where: Hospital lobby/Hallway/whathave you
When: after this
Sophie had stepped out of the hospital room and noticed she'd just missed a call, and meandered down to the lobby. Of course, it wasn't really the sort of call she wanted, and let her know that, without a doubt, Nate was drinking again. There was no way she was letting him in that hospital room without speaking to him first, so it was all well and good that Sam wanted to talk to the doctor alone... she'd simply wait here for Nate. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|03:56 pm] |
Who: Nathan Ford, Sophie Devereaux, and a comatose Sam Ford.
What: Discussions, worrying, who knows.
Where: Sam's Hospital room.
When: Backdated to right after Sam went to the hospital. THAT VERY NIGHT.
Warnings: possible yelling? I just don't know!
Sophie had wasted no time getting to the hospital once Nate had given her the details, taking only enough of a detour to stop and get the promised coffee and a pair of sandwiches - she didn't know if Nate had eaten, but she was sure it wasn't high on his list of priorities at the moment. Once in the hospital She dealt with the usual questions with a few small, minor lies, eventually finding her way to the hallway outside of where they had Sam. She knocked lightly on the door to get Nate's attention, offering him the coffee as she entered.
"What do you know so far?" |
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[May. 13th, 2009|08:51 pm] |
Who: Sam Ford and Sophie Devereaux
Where: Her flat
When: Afternoon
What: Someone's breaking in, and it's not her.
Warnings: Naw.
Sophie had been working all sorts of hours at the theatre getting ready for the play. It was weighing on her mind, all the things she still needed to get done before the show was a bit of a distraction. At least, that would be her excuse for why she didn't pick up on the hard-to-notice yet telltale signs that someone else had entered her flat.
Dropping her tote on the floor near the door, She closed the door behind her and turned toward her living room, a single brow lifting as she saw Sam in her sofa, eating her ice cream.
"Well well. Good afternoon, darling." |
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[Apr. 24th, 2009|11:40 pm] |
{Who} Sam and Nathan Ford
{What} Revelations and awkward conversation
{Warnings} Awkward
( Some days, some nights ) |
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[Apr. 11th, 2009|12:20 pm] |
Who: Sam Ford and Sophie Devereaux
What: Sophie getting to know Sam, sam catching up with Sophie. There will b crepes involved.
Where: Some swanky brunch place.
When: Brunch time
Warnings: Only if you don't like pastries.
The idea of Sam being here was still quite bizarre to Sophie, though she was sure it was a lot weirder to both him and Nathan. She'd not really spoken to the boy's father since he arrived, wanting to give them a bit of time to sort things out, but certain things he'd said led her to think that talking to Sam could only be beneficial, to everyone involved.
She'd gotten to the restaurant early out of habit,scoping it out with a quick glance, old habits dying hard. With a mimosa in hand she skimmed over the complimentary newspaper while she waited, trying not to think about how completely weird this meal might be. |
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