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[Aug. 31st, 2009|07:39 pm] |
Who: Star and Brendann
Where: Star's borrowed apartment above the shop in London
When: Sunday night
What: Ice cream!
Warnings: Possible, but unlikely.
( Global Warming? I don't care! ) |
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[Aug. 26th, 2009|04:38 pm] |
Who: Star and whoever (open log peoples! C'mon in!)
Where: Shooting gallery at an arcade in London
When: Wednesday evening
What: Shootin' stuuuuff
Warnings: Always possible, will update if necessary
( Annie Oakley's got nothing on me ) |
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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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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|12:56 am] |
Who: Mary & Star
Where: Care facility for special-needs adults and then parts beyond
When: now-ish
What: Rescue mission!
Warnings: Not likely, Mary doesn't swear and Star doesn't talk.
Star, or more accurately, the person she'd replaced, was one of the facility's few self-admitted patients, even so the staff was somewhat surprised to find her packed up and ready to go, waiting in the lobby, leafing through a copy of Popular Mechanics, which she apparently had a subscription to.
Everything she'd deemed important all fit into a single duffel, which was currently on the floor between her feet. She was mostly keeping tabs on what was going on around her, people seemed to forget that just because she didn't talk, didn't mean she couldn't hear. |
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