“You’ll have to audition, of course,” Cole was saying, shuffling through a stack of papers on his desk as he motioned Jack into his room. He’d asked him to stop by sometime and was glad to see him - not that Cole wasn’t always glad to see Jack. There was something about him that never failed to make Cole feel young ( Read more... )

After Maureen left the clinic, she made her way to the IPD offices. She wasn't physically injured in any way that would last - a cut lip, black eye, bruised ribs - but she felt like she'd been emotionally drop-kicked. All she could think was, how could she have been so stupid, and naive? Though maybe the worst part was that she couldn't help but ( Read more... )

Freddie had helped Maureen to the clinic, but outside the door she'd stopped him from coming in with her, telling him she'd be okay. She really didn't want another witness to this; it was bad enough that she was playing roulette with whatever doctor might be on duty. And she honestly wasn't sure if it would be better or worse if it was someone ( Read more... )

Maureen knew that she probably should have gone straight to the clinic. She knew there was a cut on her lip at least, and her ribs hurt like hell. But all she'd been able to think when she'd run from Patrick's hut was that she needed to get away, and even though she realized now that it was probably stupid, in case he intended to follow her, she' ( Read more... )

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"Probably because I have such fond memories," Maureen purred, and found herself dragging a finger lightly over his arm. "Like... remember the time I stripped for you?"

After Maureen left Mark's hut, she went for a long walk. She just needed to get away for a minute, try to get out of her own head. It didn't work. So finally she went back to her hut and threw some clothes in a bag. Then she walked to the compound and took a very long, hot shower ( Read more... )

It was about ten in the morning, and Maureen had just gone for a quick jog on the beach. Not that jogging was really her thing, and nor were early mornings, but she'd woken up and felt strangely motivated - which, since somewhat rare, meant she should probably go with it ( Read more... )

For the MemeI assume that most people on the island know of Maureen because of her radio show. Er, not that everyone listens to it, but you know, that it exists. :) Even though I obviously don't RP them all, she's on every Saturday night with some degree of regularity, babbling about sex and dating and condoms and threesomes and whatnot ( Read more... )

[ continued from hereIt did, indeed, seem like an excellent way to start the new year, and given how she'd spent Halloween, Maureen was beginning to wonder if this should become some sort of holiday tradition. Perhaps she ought to start tracking down a boy and a girl for Valentine's Day ( Read more... )