Oct 31, 2011 14:08
perdenuo: sally mills,
ohbloodyay: lesel,
lastnightisaw: kyle kinnaird | edinburgh,
bewhat: jeremy redmond,
switchgun: riley,
eeeeeeeeeaou: simple dog,
#thanoodles,
deathforsome: middle,
- members,
fabguns: london,
*action,
airdashes: john jonson | speedball,
matriotism: raicho,
goneandgone: forty-five,
torontroll: maude dante | toronto,
aguidingstar: max haddigan | hotspur,
wantsakitteh: andël vlcěk
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[Feels right at home!]
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You know me. Always looking for the best merchandising around.
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No, seriously, dead eyeing this and rubbing one sharp grey eye at this scenery]
... my god, I am so stoned.
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HAVE A WOLF
... BOY]
You are?
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[He is, mostly, wishfully thinking]
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He is an unremarkable man in his thirties with tired but watchful eyes today. A cheap business suit with a dull necktie, briefcase in his left hand, dark golden hair and darker eyes.]
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Tilting her hat up, flicking it, she turns to him and whistles low. ]
Damn, huh?
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His eyes widen a little, preluding a heavy sigh with a frown.]
A good word for it.
[and he looks back at... whatever is beyond them, frowning, wondering how long he's been out of contact.]
What happened?
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It would work, though. ]
Why are you asking me? [ She's a newbie, after all. ] I thought you guys knew everything. [ By "you guys" she means the British Order. ]
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Wicked!
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Hm.
She will just stare in an unsettling, unblinkingly manner at him. ]
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Where'd you find it?
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