Murdock was flying! As much as anyone could fly on a swing, that is. And he was singing!

"Leavin' on a jet plane
don't know if I'll be back again..."

No, there wasn't anything strange in the water. No, he wasn't on drugs. It was just Murdock being Murdock.

C'mon, it was fun!

(omg it's a post! open fursuh)

Sitting cross-legged on a table there was a girl with purple-striped black hair. She had a her nose in a book, twirling the stick of the sucker that stuck out of her mouth. A backpack rested nearby, looking more empty than full ( Read more... )

Leonard had pizza and bignets. He'd gotten a lot so he could share. And hand out flyers asking for volunteers (or at least low paid workers) to help rebuild homes and businesses in New Orleans.

Plus it'd be a good way to meet people.

The sight upon waking this morning had been nothing but amazing. He hadn't noticed until he got downstairs and was working on his first cup of coffee. Then it was on ( Read more... )

Sometimes Vampires would chafe at the rules in New Orleans, and venture into outlying towns, free of the Big Easy's jurisdiction to feed. Here they could kill, and feed on anyone they chose.

They shouldn't have chosen Milieux.

Connor kicked one in the head, blocking a punch from another at the same time. "This was supposed to be my night off ( Read more... )

With a deep breath, Jason launched himself into the air. Every now and then he tried this. Maybe this time it would work. Happy thoughts."I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." He reached the apex of his leap and for a moment he really thought this time he wouldn't come back down. As usual, he was wrong. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaan't ( Read more... )

So. They were finally leaving. Later today ( Read more... )

Leonard really liked this park. Especially the Gazebo. Some day he wanted to have a gazebo. Maybe he could get one built in his yard.

In the meantime, he had the newspaper open to the business section. Maybe some one would come by and he could get to know his neighbors.

[Open!]

The Gazebo was festively decorated in red, white & blue. There were tables of picnic food and a huge grill.

Lots of tables for people to sit and lots of space for folks to mingle.

Meg was terrible. She was terrible and having awful, gut wrenching thoughts. So getting out of the apartment was a must. She was either crying or throwing dishes and she couldn't afford to lose anymore glasses. What was wrong with her? Dean was alive, Sam was back with her, Matthew had a good mommy...

Frowning, she flicked open the knife Dean had ( Read more... )