It was a fucking brilliant party, Chris had to admit. He was loaded up on pills and spliff, and he was pretty bloody content with it all. When he finally left, he had the numbers of two girls, which he was quite pleased about ( Read more... )

"Come on, baby, are you ready?"  He's heading for the door to their apartment, on the way to a funeral.  He steps through the door into what he assumes is the hallway -- and blinks.  This is decidedly not the entrance to his and Michael's apartment.  Weirdly enough, it looks like a hotel lobby.

"What the hell," he says to himself, staring around the ( Read more... )

There is a dog on the beach, barreling headfirst into the waves.  He stops dead when he hits the water, looks around curiously for a minute or two, and then carefully steps back on the beach.  Once he is safely away from the water, he shakes himself firmly, then rolls around in the sand a bit.  After a minute or two of this, he looks up, almost as ( Read more... )

Being shoved into the back of an ambulance with Nick wasn’t as bad as it might have been only two days before. The once renouned jackass had actually grown up, the one plus from this godforsaken trip through Louisiana. They’d lost everyone to those psychos, all but the memories in the damn camera which she had sitting in her lap: stolen evidence. ( Read more... )

Genevieve has been patient.  For the last two weeks, her arm has been out of the sling, which increased drastically her mobility - she could then wheel herself around and take a shower without help from her friends.  She's been watching the calendar - it has a date on it, circled in red.

May 24th.

That is the date where the casts should be getting ( Read more... )

By the pool, there is a girl in a wheelchair, two legs in a cast, one arm in a sling.  She is reading a book under a tree, taking in the sun.   The blond and athletic boy her age, (they are both eighteen) who is doing laps in the swimming pool occasionally stops, looks over to her, shouts a "You still okay, Genie?" before she nods from her book and ( Read more... )

After her kidnapping and beating by Harley Quinn and timely rescue by Warren and Dakota Block, Genevieve emerges. There have been adorable admissions and an undeniable ouch factor, but the mend, though slow, is there.

Genevieve is resting in Warren's room. Her dislocated shoulder still prevents her from rolling her wheelchair to go out, and she is, ( Read more... )

After Genevieve was caught in Harley Quinn's trap she didn't have a very good day (rated R for violence) and now she's not feeling too well.

( Cut for injuries and IRC logness )

The disappearance of Harley Quinn for a number of days consequently brought about the appearance of a mysterious object in the middle of the front hallway. A cardboard box trap that would fit maybe a medium-sized dog sat on a table that had been painted bright red - and inside the box sat a one-hundred-dollar bill. No strings attached, not glued to ( Read more... )

St. Patrick's Day. Ah, that delightful time of here, when a young man's fancy turns to ( Read more... )