A car was slowly making its way along the streets. Slow because it was being pushed by two guys. Granted, one of them could have pushed it along in a blink of an eye, but the other one would have had a hard time keeping up ( Read more... )

Dean was on a mission. A mission from God. A mission of many steps.

Step 1: get some damned water already. The water to the abandoned houses near where he'd woken up had all been shut off ages ago, so it was a bit of a trek to make it to a part of the town where this step could be accomplished ( Read more... )

After grabbing breakfast and chatting a bit at the Divine Leaf, he set out to complete his task. Murdock had a large bag filled with moddable flowers with little notes attached to them that read, 'Happy Mother's Day'. Written in, of course, various crayon colors ( Read more... )

Rube, was not amused. Which might be part of why the Mariachi Band was following him.

Ana Lucia was patrolling. Her walk was slow, almost leisurely as she moved along, alert to anything worth arresting anyone over. It'd been a few days or more since she's had the pleasure of showing someone the jail cell and she was getting antsy.

Thus she was patrolling, on foot no less, and in uniform.

[Totally open, yes.]

Being in some dirtwater backwoods town was not really what Mystique had in mind, but circumstances had forced her to drastic measures ( Read more... )

After quitting his surgical job at Seattle Grace, Mark thought a little detour to New Orleans before heading back to New York would be just what he needed. And the French Quarter did not disappoint ( Read more... )

After a few days of getting prepared and organized for her latest assignment, Sarah finally arrived in Milieux. Now, she had to find her new home, the Main Dorm where she'd be the dorm parent. She still couldn't believe she had babysit a bunch of teenagers. Somewhere, she was sure Casey was laughing at her ( Read more... )

Jason was not pleased.

Of course, there was the pure and unadulterated (and amazingly resiliant) fanboy-like glee over the fact that he was being trained by and working for Leander Hastings himself. Nothing would take away from that, not Seph's recent lack of time for him, not even...

Well, not even this.

You WILL go there and you will take ( Read more... )

Max was wandering around, bored. Smoking a cigarette, she leaned against a lamppost, looking around her for any kind of conversation.

[ooc: open like a brothel]