( [Lindsay] )

[Flack is outside, sitting on a bench with the journal open in his lap. Growlithe's got a ball of some kind, and is chasing back and forth with it. Flack'll occasionally get up to throw it back out in to the field, but mostly he stays sitting, watching his dog get muddy and knowing it's going to be a pain in the butt to clean up later ( Read more... )

[Flack is downstairs in the kitchen, cooking. He doesn't really cook all that often, but he was in the mood and figured it might be a nice change of pace. He's got the journal open on the counter next to him, so people can probably smell the peppers and sausage smells coming from the omelet he's making ( Read more... )

Goddamn magic castle.

( [Friends] )

( Private )

[So Flack had gone down to the kitchen for a corned beef sandwich, and all it really took was one bite for him to be taking a bit of a stroll down memory lane. A tiny little dining room in Queens with his brothers and sister, his parents, and his ma's corned beef special. And then it hits him a bit like a punch to the gut ( Read more... )

[Flack is not going out in the hail unless he absolutely has to. And so far, he doesn't have to. He walked the dog earlier when the hail was lighter, and now he's sitting in the lobby with the journal, flipping through and trying to keep up ( Read more... )

[disgruntled cop is disgruntled]

I hate Halloween.

( [Elle] )

[So Flack is kinda bummed that his best friend went home, and while he knows that Danny's okay for the most part and that he's probably coming back, it still bums him out. So he's in Death Match, having a beer and just generally taking in the atmosphere. Reminds him of some places back home.

Feel free to bother.]

[Open! But my brain is kind ( Read more... )