Wesley // Ukitake // Tres // Szayel - All four in one
Wesley
[Back in his offices at Wolfram and Hart... he should have known it was all some dream, some glorious dream. Shutting the door on the world, he proceeded to get very VERY drunk.]
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Ukitake
[He woke up in a neat little room, instantly aware he was human. His house was clean, if small, littered with books and papers. The medicine cabinet was overflowing, and old prescriptions were kept neatly in a small ledger by the side of the door, along with an emergency contact number and a work I.D. badge for UCLA.
Part-time Librarian and professor of Ancient Japanese culture...]
Where... what's going on?
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Szayel
[Camera flashing, adoring shrieks and shouts as the pink haired man turned and his glasses flashed beneath the high wattage lamps.
Szayel did another spin, lapping up the adoration for his obviously perfect form.]
A model, how fascinating.
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Tres Iqus
[The Gunmetal Hound was no longer so Gunmetal, the Alsatian whining as he was picked up by the Animal Control and taken to the pound. A red leather collar circled his neck, the tag (in the shape of a gun, oddly) read: Tres Iqus, property of Caterina Sforza.]
[ooc: totally open for all four -- Tres is a dog, feel free to pet him or try to adopt him from the pound before Cat gets there ;) ]
[Back in his offices at Wolfram and Hart... he should have known it was all some dream, some glorious dream. Shutting the door on the world, he proceeded to get very VERY drunk.]
--
Ukitake
[He woke up in a neat little room, instantly aware he was human. His house was clean, if small, littered with books and papers. The medicine cabinet was overflowing, and old prescriptions were kept neatly in a small ledger by the side of the door, along with an emergency contact number and a work I.D. badge for UCLA.
Part-time Librarian and professor of Ancient Japanese culture...]
Where... what's going on?
--
Szayel
[Camera flashing, adoring shrieks and shouts as the pink haired man turned and his glasses flashed beneath the high wattage lamps.
Szayel did another spin, lapping up the adoration for his obviously perfect form.]
A model, how fascinating.
--
Tres Iqus
[The Gunmetal Hound was no longer so Gunmetal, the Alsatian whining as he was picked up by the Animal Control and taken to the pound. A red leather collar circled his neck, the tag (in the shape of a gun, oddly) read: Tres Iqus, property of Caterina Sforza.]
[ooc: totally open for all four -- Tres is a dog, feel free to pet him or try to adopt him from the pound before Cat gets there ;) ]