There was dust here, layers of dirt coating the unused furniture, but some time ago, the dust melted away. The couches began to look new again. The kitchen cupboards replenished themselves and the plothole in the closet began spinning once more ( Read more... )

She comes in like something out of a romance (her mother always knew how to make an entrance) -- a pretty girl, wrapped about in a crimson cloak, snowflakes starring her thick black curls. A cold wind comes with her, and the scent of pines, and a steady stream of lurid Hungarian curses.

"Fasz kivan, Papa's going to kill me-- hello? Hello?"

[This ( Read more... )

To those who don't know him for what sort of person he really is, he may seem remarkably average, if good-looking. Slightly on the tall side with dark hair, lightly eyelinered eyes, black slacks (though they might be a little tighter than pants really ought to be), and a loosely buttoned shirt -- he's all charm and affability. Please ignore the ( Read more... )

There's an impromptu pirate ship in the middle of the room.

It's mostly made of chairs, blankets, and cushions, but it does have an actual Jolly Roger flag stuck in the "crow's nest", and that's all that really matters to the co-captains of the ship -- one Jack Sparrow Junior and one apocalyptic spawn named TROUBLE. Both are completely decked ( Read more... )

*and enter a girl of about average height (five and a half feet or so), looking to be in her early twenties, pretty in a way that's not terribly exceptional, and while some girls place a large amount of effort into making themselves look like no effort at all went into their appearance, it's clear that while she's done what she could to make ( Read more... )

*he may not quite be paying attention to you as he wanders in, but don't take it personally, he's just trying to properly set the watch that's around his left wrist while simultaneously taking that pen out from between his teeth and tucking it behind his ear ( Read more... )

*oh look, he's happy and bouncy and a hippie! He's Richard White!*

Hey! I'm Richard, I'm the head chef and owner of a delightful little vegetarian place -- Soylent Greens. Um... nice to be here?

Typist: Bastard son of a hippie and a John Constantine. Whoop whoop!

Insert a clever and witty way of conveying the vitals: tall (it's possible she's six feet), blonde (though that may be partially bleach), intense green-grey eyes (partially hidden by glasses that she doesn't need, but wears anyway), utterly casual dress (including sneakers that are the definition of cheap), and there're probably a few other things ( Read more... )

*and in bounces a cheerful seventeen-year-old, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a bright grin ( Read more... )

And here would be the younger brother, slinking in with a resolute (and rather sullen) expression on his face. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, unlike Nico, and is better-dressed as well. And better looking, more intelligent, and in better terms with their father, he likes to think. The last of those statements is usually deemed correct, at ( Read more... )