She had been about to find a motel the night before, but the helpful clerk had informed her that she wasn't really all that far from Milieux, and the thought of sleeping in her own (and long-neglected) bed had been too alluring to give up. So she had ridden through the night, parked the Beastie in the drive of her quiet house, unlocked the three ( Read more... )

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'Greasemonkey' was not exactly a career choice her papa would have wanted for her, but she was perfectly happy to give her Beastie a check-up in the little garage tucked by the side of her new place. She'd have to do something nice for Phoebe, she'd decided. Not making a meal or anything, because that would only end in tears and billowing clouds of ( Read more... )

Ivanova should have been in bed ages ago. She wasn't as young as she used to be, after all.

But when you ran into dark-haired Slayers bearing kosher vodka, well, you just didn't say no.

She unlocked the door, hitting the light switch absently, turning to Faith as soon as they stepped inside, reaching for her.

Friday was my last day of work (yay!), so for the next month I will be doing my very best to lounge around and do very little but roleplaying. However, because I live with my parents during the summer, I will be AFK randomly and unannounced quite often.

Good to be back!

Susan Ivanova (daughter of Andrei and Sophie Ivanov), right hand of justice, sorry-ass-kicking boot, last living thing you are ever going to see, sent by God, etc., was not the kind of person to hide from a fight. This, however, didn't count as a fight and she had decided some time around Tuesday that if she wasn't actually under the bed it also ( Read more... )

Ivanova had ignored the bells. The church bells were ringing, what did a good little Jewish girl care? And too wrapped up in her own little dramas - stupid, teenage dramas - she hadn't realised anything was wrong ( Read more... )

Another quiet Friday in for Ivanova. She was vaguely considering moving toward the shower and into pyjamas but for the moment she was stretched out on her stomach on her bed, alternating between turning the much-loved pages of a slightly trashy romance novel and sipping from a flask peeking out from under her pillow.

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Ivanova was . . . asleep. She had fully intended to do something after class like go out for a drink, or a ride, but she had succumbed to five minutes of 'just close my eyes' that had turned into a full-blown, drool-on-the-pillow nap.

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