| LOG: Methods. |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|01:27 am]
Neutral Walls; Character Journals
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| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
She said it from the couch. Maybe there was a smirk on her face, or maybe there was a frown, but it came out much more blandly than she'd expected.
"You gag them and then deny the food, right?" |
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| LOG: Arch-nemesis. |
[Jun. 26th, 2006|06:25 pm]
Neutral Walls; Character Journals
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| [ | mood |
| |  cynical | ] |
It's not supposed to go exactly like this when Mara shows up. When she shows up, Maverick gets up and leaves. That's just how the universe works, and she likes it that way. Except tonight, or maybe it's the bite of the gin, Maverick isn't leaving. She's eyeing Mara in a way that says to the FBI agent, Quick, run, she'll eat you alive.
Nobody ever said Mara was a pushover. A lot of other things, mostly rude or mumbled, but not a pushover. She makes sure her chin doesn't buckle and then she walks right over to where Maverick is, the collection of dark red armchairs and couches.
"I'm not leaving," she announces. "Deal with it." |
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| LOG: Entrapment. |
[Jun. 14th, 2006|11:21 pm]
Neutral Walls; Character Journals
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| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
He looks across the couches at the faces in the room, gauging, singling some out. Smiles his enigmatic smile, the same one that has doomed hundreds of women (and some men) to unfortunate deaths. A few look enticing, or at least amusing. Sometimes that's enough.
Werewolf pauses, then, because there's a hand on his arm, and it belongs to a slender man in a suit and glasses.
"Yes?" |
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| MEMO: This is hell in a handbasket. |
[Jun. 12th, 2006|09:52 pm]
Neutral Walls; Character Journals
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| [ | Current Location |
| | Armchair, home. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Goldenberg Variations | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
I'm going to get tossed out of the community for this, but just so you all know, the author has files on each and every one of you. Don't try anything funny.
(Sometimes I think I'm the only lawful one in the whole group...)
My question is:
...uh...
What's your favorite kind of ice cream?
No, I didn't chicken out. |
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| MEMO: First. |
[Jun. 12th, 2006|03:51 am]
Neutral Walls; Character Journals
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| [ | mood |
| |  exhausted | ] |
Well, now that we're all here, we can proceed to rip each other to pieces.
Cynical, I know.
Scarecrow. Don't suppose you can use that fear toxin on a few investors? They're driving me up the wall. |
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