Harry was unhappy. He came out to work, didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t drink anything and went back to his hut again. That was all he did. That was all he wanted to do. Harry was in, what some would call, one of his moods ( Read more... )

A week late, for which I'm sorry, but here it is then. The plot can commence.

The basic idea of this plot is to just go through the three posts (three acts) whenever your pup is ready for them.

For example, if your pup is a cop, you could start with trying to get the men away from each other, and when you get to the end of your thread (see ´the end ( Read more... )

When Harry slowly regained consciousness the first thing he did was balling his hands to a fist. It was an automatic movement, not to beat anyone, but to keep the shaking out of them. It was only after a second that he realized they weren't trembling at all ( Read more... )

The coming to was the worst part. Eye open. Eyes close. Head pound. It was a feeling Rorschach forgot about. It had been some time since he had to deal with the serious repercussions of a fight. His body ached in all the joints and for the first time in a long time, he felt old.

Rorschach was-

No. Not Rorschach. Not Rorschach anymore. Walter. ( Read more... )

He was called Mad Harry Starks, but it wasn’t just a play on the cheerful recklessness with which he got into new scams and new businesses. In that last year of the fifties, the year he spent in prison, he was diagnosed with a manic-depression. In London only a few people knew about that part of Harry’s life. It was a secret within the firm. When ( Read more... )

( When you're in my line of work... )

Presumably, our pups have lives that happen when we aren't playing them, as none of us can play 24/7. Some of the things that happen are tedious and everyday, and not worth thinking much on: It's fair to assume they eat, bathe, go to "work" or school as it applies, etc. But there might be things that happen between pups that, while not necessarily ( Read more... )

( Pete's story... )