Exhaling slowly, Jo rolled her neck as she bounced from foot to foot. Shaking her bandaged hands, she studied her target, a big palm tree. Normally she would have used a punching bag, but this? This was hard, and it made her work more to find ways to hit something and not hurt herself ( Read more... )

There was a notice on the bulletin board listing the open positions at the club, which Saffron updated periodically, which she was doing now.

HELP WANTED
The Catscratch Club is NOW HIRING for the following positions. Note: Shift 1 is Mon/Wed/Fri and Shift 2 is Tue/Thu/Sat. The club's hours are 8pm - 2am, Monday through Saturday (closed Sunday).

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People called Seifer arrogant but, the truth was, he knew he was better then other people. Knew he was faster and stronger and better with a sword. He'd been trained solely for combat and excelled at it. So maybe those idiots at Garden had never seen that properly, never gave him the respect his abilities demanded but even they couldn't deny how ( Read more... )

( Spoilers for 3x13 of Merlin )

Always careful, always conscious of his surroundings, Mathias has been carefully avoiding the mistletoe in the door of the rec room since the snow arrived. He realizes that he's taking a light hearted island trick a little too seriously, but there's something about being physically unable to move that makes his heart pound and his hands start to ( Read more... )

The wok sizzled as Bill added the last of the ingredients to the next batch he was making of chicken fried rice - the "chicken" was actually jungle fowl, but it got the job done. There was some already made, along with a large amount of regular fried rice, and it was all sitting out and ready to be served up with the rest of the dinner he'd ( Read more... )

"You have got to be kidding me."

That had been Ray's initial reaction anyway. Nearly five minutes later and his language had turned a bit more colorful. He'd tackled the mistletoe methodically, trying to rip it away so it would let him loose but he was still caught beneath it, looking like a prized idiot most probably. It was pretty much the end of ( Read more... )

Every now and then, the bookshelf would offer Dieter something that he'd, for once, deign to actually pick up. One by one, he'd been reading the spines of the books on the shelf, one finger tracking the letters, until he came across one that he recognized. The Nibelungenlied. For an instant, his brow furrowed before smoothing out again as he pulled ( Read more... )

Worse than just boring, sometimes the long spans of free time in the clinic without a patient to tend to could prove to be downright dangerous. Or they could in Fitch's case, where too much free time lead to too much thinking about things that may not have struck him otherwise ( Read more... )

"You brought this on yourself, you know ( Read more... )