[jesse, 001.]

Thursday, November 24th, 2011 01:36 pm
[identity profile] alphas-daughter.livejournal.com
[There is something about impulsively buying a ticket on the next available Greyhound and hightailing it back to the Tri-cities that makes Jesse feel sufficiently... accomplished.

Because as far as anyone and everyone knows -- she wasn't supposed to come home for Thanksgiving. School shiz and general hecticness and all that jazz.

She bites down on her lip and quietly slips out the keys from deep in the mess of her shoulder bag to open the front door. No one is home at this hour. Mercy would be down at the shop, and her dad would be at work terrorizing people by the sheer force of his presence.

She has enough time to unpack, nap and then wake up in time to surprise them all.]

[ankh, 002.]

Monday, November 21st, 2011 09:45 pm
[identity profile] notapileomedals.livejournal.com
[The weather isn't warm at all, but chilly weather has never stopped Ankh from enjoying his one addiction. Four popcicles in hand, he flops down on the open grass by the bayfront area and bites down into the delicious sweetness of blueberry-flavored ice.]

Tch.

[He takes another bite; relishes the delicious pool of flavor now inside his mouth.]

[basco, 003.]

Saturday, November 19th, 2011 04:45 pm
[identity profile] bascomato.livejournal.com
Meanwhile, in an AU of Cyn's AU.

[He goes out to the back of the school to smoke. The old building there has yet to be renovated and most students steer clear of it. Marvelous has been trying to get him to come 'hang out with his group' and Basco just isn't up for that kind of thing. Too complicated, this whole coming back. His brother would like to pretend that nothing's changed since that last stretch of their junior year, but Basco knows different.

Everything is different.]


Mm. [He inhales deep, relishing the whole ritual of breathing in and then out.] What do you want, kid?

[basco, 001.]

Saturday, November 12th, 2011 11:50 am
[identity profile] bascomato.livejournal.com
[The sound of whistling sort of... slips into the air. It's a familiar enough tune. Maybe you tap your foot in time with it, or find yourself humming along. Either way, the instinct to seek out the whistler has you taking notice of a rather tall man dressed in what looks like the most shabbily put together pirate costume made out of an assortment of clothes from an otherwise bad thrift store--

--though you have to admit, the hat is kind of awesome though.]

[fowl, 001.]

Wednesday, November 9th, 2011 12:40 pm
[identity profile] fowl-language.livejournal.com
[Your window opens, pushed by a rather strong gust of wind. You ignore it for the sake of whatever it is you're doing up until a heavy feeling settles on your back like dull heat, prompting you to turn around to see a girl dressed in nothing but bandages.]

[She lifts a lazy hand and waves her fingers at you.]

Hi~♪

You look busy.

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