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[Jan. 27th, 2009|01:25 am] |
Who: Tobias, OTA X-Factor workers, sort-of tag Mia
What: Visitations, swallowing pride. Dancing Sidestep.
When/where: Monday, early evening, X-Factor HQ, NYC
Warnings: ...Nothing major? Swearing, harsh situations, not above R.
(OOC: I know X-Factor is sort of bumming right now- poor Jamie!- so if someone feels like trying to run him off, as a catharsis/redirected frustration thing, it's fine. He just doesn't feel like brooding in Central Park during a cold snap.)
( I suggest a reading of a Lesson in Tight Ropes, or Surfing Your High Hopes... ) |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2009|01:36 pm] |
Who: Iggy and whoever (Open post here people, dogpile!)
Where: Central Park
When: Thursday afternoon
Why: Because Iggy's decided to take a chance.
Thanks to Henn and her highly scientific survey results, Iggy had decided to take a chance on the place and see what happened. He was still as nervous as anything, but he was good at putting on a brave front, that was one of the first things the Flock had learned, not to show how shaken they were.
This was a chance that he knew Max would probably kill him for, and then figure out how to bring him back from the dead just so she could kill him again. He was still mostly worried about Erasers more than any of the actual people, but the whole time he'd been here he hadn't gotten a smell, even the faintest whiff, anywhere. This made him bold.
In any case, anyone walking through Central Park, somewhere south of the middle, near the turtle pond, would probably see a dishwater blonde teenage boy, skipping stones out across the pond with an eerie accuracy for the fact that he was focused somewhere far beyond the water's edge. Aside from that, he had wings folded down against his shoulders in lieu of a coat, gold-brown feathers marking him as a raptor of some kind, though he certainly didn't look it otherwise. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|09:17 pm] |
Who: Tobias and Rachel
What: Reunions, over dinner
When/Where: Tonight, starting in Rachel's apartment in NYC, then on the town
Warnings: Cuteness? Probably nothing too bad, with the giant age gap XD
It took Tobias a while, after hopping a portkey and morphing to take flight, to remember his way to Rachel's old apartment. She hadn't lived there for years, after all. But once he saw the neighborhood, he found his way easily enough, fluttering down to land on the fire escape. It was too cold to morph outside, so he let himself through the window, before changing back.
"Rach? It's me." A beat, "Uh, Tobias," He realized she wouldn't recognize his voice, of course. God, this was going to be weird. But it wasn't like he could stay away. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|09:07 pm] |
Who: Tobias and Marco
What: Jailbreaking, then who knows
When/Where: Backdated to Sunday night, a jail in Hollywood, then who knows
Warnings: Language, talk of intense situations.
Tobias had to work to keep the smile off his face when the officer ran down the charges, hmming and hawing at the right points to insist he knew how serious it all was. He assured the man Marco was just an eccentric- Hollywood seemed to breed them, didn't it?- and that they would have a talk about just what was appropriate when wandering the streets.
He finally gave into the smile when he saw his friend behind bars- again, by his reckoning, nodding.
"Yeah, that's him." |
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