The last of the small red envelopes were sealed. Long took a jar of ink and a brush from the drawer of the lacquered table, and began to methodically mark most of them with the character for happiness. Had a calligraphy instructor been present to witness his handiwork, they would have remarked his technique was precise and technically correct but ( Read more... )

Kate propped the tablet up on the counter and flipped it on, waiting for the red light to come on before she backed up to speak. Behind her can be seen a long conference table in a windowed room, and through the window, what is obviously a library ( Read more... )

As is tradition for Hercules, today is a day where anyone who sees this feed also sees way more of the chiseled man stud than they possibly planned to. Thankfully, today, it is a rear view of Hercules getting dressed after a shower, not a full frontal flashing ( Read more... )

The last thing he clearly remembered was the gunfire, the sheer racket it was all making as they made a break for it. Tyler was just across from him, so close and the only one to back them up. Should have known the useless sod couldn’t make a shot if his life depended on it. That was if he even wanted to make the shot, anyway, he honestly has no ( Read more... )

Here is one Alex Drake, holding a clipboard and looking like she just rolled off the set of Dallas (she still hasn't quite gotten used to the fact that she's not trapped in the 80s anymore, and therefore technically doesn't need to dress this way). The interior of an Italian bistro is vaguely visible behind her, to the discerning viewer.

After some ( Read more... )

There's a lot of interesting things Brooke Davis can check off her list.

Making out with Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy? Check.  Passing Chemistry? Check.  Being kidnapped? Check.  Waking up with strange men in her bed?  Okay, wait.  That'd been checked off a long time ago.

So when Brooke awakes to find herself cuddling up to a strange dude who's ( Read more... )

One moment Alex had been lying on the ground in a London street, the searing pain of a bullet eating through her gut as she felt the life draining out of her, the world fading to white before her eyes, her colleagues- Gene, Chris... all of them, staring down at her, hopelessly immobile.

The next, she finds herself cold and very much conscious, lying ( Read more... )

Chris, not being much of a liar, is blissfully unaware of today's glitch and is likely to remain so unless someone points it out to him. Currently he's seated at the bar in the Railway Arms with a pint of mild, and fiddling with the tablet. After a bit of struggling to understand and a lot of luck he's managed to work out all the settings ( Read more... )

Chris found himself in the arrival chamber in a sprawl of limbs, the car seat he'd been seated on just moments earlier seeming to have vanished from under him. The car itself was missing too, for that matter. He sat up abruptly, clearly panicked. He calmed quickly though, relieved to no longer have a van on his tail. He was still nervous, but at ( Read more... )

"Bolly! Bolly! BOLLY!" Gene contemplated actually shaking the female Detective lying in the Intensive Care unit to stir her into some kind of reaction. She had to wake up. Fucking hell Alex, wake the fuck up now damn you ( Read more... )