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trading stories l for dannymesser
Xander Harris wasn't a picnic guy but when asked what he wanted to do, the originally sarcastic option seemed oddly plausible. So, Central Park was the plan, a cliche little red riding hood basket sat next to a black blanket Xander had set down in the grass. It had taken five tries to finally lay it down completely flat ( Read more... ) -
Shaken, not stirred: pirate style l for time_schizo
He was early. He had nothing better to do and the cell was quiet, so Xander was early. He sat at the bar, a beer in his hand, his eye on and off the front door. Shrugging, he relaxed back into the chair, happy it wasn't a stool, and stretched lightly, moving his neck, too. He hadn't gotten to much all day so getting out at all was nice ( Read more... ) -
for lima_loser l There are vampires in Lima, Idaho? Do they sing?
Continued from El-jay glitch land hell.
No, not iDanger. I - paused. I paused, okay? There is danger. -
for don_flack l You are here.
St. Mary's. It was a part of Xander's job as off-duty Watchtower and part watcher to go on patrol at night. Really, it wasn't. Really, he was just a regular human like everyone else. But, sometimes it felt better to be more. To feel like more, anyway. And so, some nights he went on patrol. He didn't really know why he had said so much to the well- ( Read more... )