Well school's over, finals are done and I can breathe again.

Expect more activity!  ._.  I...miss Charlie and I need to play him more.  So I plan on it.  Hopefully.  Er. 

Charlie currently he spends his time in his own world with his employer, Lucifer Box, with whom he has reached a tentative Understanding, and with whom he tends to aid in the saving of Europe occasionally.  He's a former rentboy from the Edwardian era, location London.

I'm not confident enough in my own skills to write a proper accent for him, so ( Read more... )

The place Charlie brings Tobias does end up to be empty thanks to the Narrative Laws. It's actually the same place Carcer brought Revan that first time, and it's not changed much. This room obviously gets around. Especially that couch, which Charlie is tugging Tobias over to.

Huff.  Huff.  Huff.

Bodies moving together, almost silent except for gasps and other sounds of breathing.  It’s one of those times when making noise isn’t important, loud aching cries and pleading for more, yes, more.  This is slower, more concerned with comfort than pleasure.

Charlie lets his head thunk backwards against the pillow as ( Read more... )

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Anyone looking for Jackpot will find him in his room, pretty but sparse and very Edwardian (which makes sense an' all), sitting in his chair with his foot propped up on the edge of the table and dressed almost haphazardly. That is, his pants look too big on him, and his shirt's not done up all the way. At least he looks comfy ( Read more... )