Beth doesn't recognize her Bio-Mum's ex, but she does recognize the fact he's in her bed which should mean he's a friend. Judging from his age she's going to guess a friend to Puck or Quinn rather than Shelby. She chuckled to herself before leaning in and carefully started to use blue eyeshadow to turn him into an Avatar alien...
Re: Fluff: 2imthenewguyFebruary 5 2012, 21:28:46 UTC
Sam had crashed after a night of catching up, spread out on the nearest bed to him as he went up the stairs a little worse for wear. He was exhausted and out cold thanks to the late night and too much booze. So of course, he felt nothing as his face was being doodled on.
She smiled softly leaning back to look at her progress this far. content he was blue enough she started using other colours to add to the effect. Humming lightly she was quiet pleased with how it was looking.
Re: Gabriel | Supernatural | open~bestofabadlotFebruary 5 2012, 21:03:01 UTC
(I got 4, which made me snort, because, you know. Bible Joke. ha. Also, feel free to ignore, since this is fairly random.)
[Lestrade is exhausted. It's early morning and he's only just returning to his flat, after spending the whole night chasing after a serial killer and filling out what felt like a billion sheets of paperwork, to cover for Sherlock's breaches of procedure. He is not in the mood to discover a man he'd never seen before asleep in his bed.]
Bloody Hell... [He mutters, drawing his gun out although there seems to be no immediate danger apart from the fact that, hello, somebody apparently broke into his flat to snuggle his pillow. Lestrade looks around, puzzled, looking for an explanation, but the only thing that seems out of place is the small, colourful heap of candy wrappers on the bedside table. Also, one of the man's foot is poking out of the covers, bare, but Lestrade can't see any shoes lying around.] Day's just getting better and better... [He drawls, clearing his throat in hopes of waking his guest up]
[Well, last night was a BLAST. In various meanings. Peeps in London are the best crowd to have the time of your life. Gabriel always loves to have a few of his parties in this city.
And then end up in a random bed, naked, exhausted.]
Nnnm... th' money's on the table.... [Because really, that must be the reason why someone's bothering him so EARLY in the morning. And with that he turned on his other side, attempting to sleep more.]
[Lestrade frowns at the sleepy mumble he gets in reply.] Look, this isn’t a hotel. [It occurs to him that the man might think he’s a hooker, which makes him frown even more.] I could have you arrested for breaking into my flat, you know. [He could. In fact, he thinks he will. The man turns around, revealing a naked back, and Lestrade has the sudden, dreadful feeling that he might be naked.]
6 - F*k the policevampvikingFebruary 6 2012, 07:52:14 UTC
Eric came home while it was still dark, because he just wanted to be alone. It was too annoying dealing with all the Nevada legislation that had invaded his territory. He needed some peace and quiet.
As he walked into his bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights, he smelled something unexpected. A human, in his bed. He stepped closer, and peered down into the sheets, to see who it was that had invaded his privacy and was using his bed as if this was some kind of tourist attraction anyone could come to.
Maybe someone had left him a nice midnight snack. Time to find out. He shook the man on his bed, squinting. "Wake up, human."
[up for whatever. vampire so... keep that in mind?]
Re: Oy vey.vampvikingFebruary 7 2012, 04:56:48 UTC
No pants? He snuck a peek at the other's genitalia, just out of curiosity, and then shook him a bit harder "I said, wake up!"
[More traditional style vampires, susceptible to sunlight, stakes to the heart, silver. Able to perform glamour (i.e. controlling your will by when locking eyes). Completely stone cold 'dead' during the day, unless resisting very very hard. Other than that, the story isn't really important for this. good enough?]
rng gave me happy awakening, lolcaptoftardisFebruary 5 2012, 20:37:46 UTC
The Doctor had been nice this whole time, letting the Master sleep in in his bed. He actually looked nice like this; now that was scary. Without thinking, he started running his hands through his hair. He had to admit, he did kind of like the new look... And the curly hair.
"I know you're awake." The Doctor spoke softly, "Still hurting?" Pat, pat... Yup the hand was still ruffling through his hair. What? It was oddly quite soft.
An inconvenience, may a tiny bit, but in the end he took pity and bandaged him up and let him sleep it off for a while.
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[Lestrade is exhausted. It's early morning and he's only just returning to his flat, after spending the whole night chasing after a serial killer and filling out what felt like a billion sheets of paperwork, to cover for Sherlock's breaches of procedure. He is not in the mood to discover a man he'd never seen before asleep in his bed.]
Bloody Hell... [He mutters, drawing his gun out although there seems to be no immediate danger apart from the fact that, hello, somebody apparently broke into his flat to snuggle his pillow. Lestrade looks around, puzzled, looking for an explanation, but the only thing that seems out of place is the small, colourful heap of candy wrappers on the bedside table. Also, one of the man's foot is poking out of the covers, bare, but Lestrade can't see any shoes lying around.] Day's just getting better and better... [He drawls, clearing his throat in hopes of waking his guest up]
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[Well, last night was a BLAST. In various meanings. Peeps in London are the best crowd to have the time of your life. Gabriel always loves to have a few of his parties in this city.
And then end up in a random bed, naked, exhausted.]
Nnnm... th' money's on the table.... [Because really, that must be the reason why someone's bothering him so EARLY in the morning. And with that he turned on his other side, attempting to sleep more.]
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[Lestrade frowns at the sleepy mumble he gets in reply.] Look, this isn’t a hotel. [It occurs to him that the man might think he’s a hooker, which makes him frown even more.] I could have you arrested for breaking into my flat, you know. [He could. In fact, he thinks he will. The man turns around, revealing a naked back, and Lestrade has the sudden, dreadful feeling that he might be naked.]
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As he walked into his bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights, he smelled something unexpected. A human, in his bed. He stepped closer, and peered down into the sheets, to see who it was that had invaded his privacy and was using his bed as if this was some kind of tourist attraction anyone could come to.
Maybe someone had left him a nice midnight snack. Time to find out. He shook the man on his bed, squinting. "Wake up, human."
[up for whatever. vampire so... keep that in mind?]
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((ooc: /thumbs up. I have a vague knowledge of True Blood, so keep that in mind.))
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[More traditional style vampires, susceptible to sunlight, stakes to the heart, silver. Able to perform glamour (i.e. controlling your will by when locking eyes). Completely stone cold 'dead' during the day, unless resisting very very hard. Other than that, the story isn't really important for this. good enough?]
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Forgive him please.
And please forgive and forget the soft sigh of pleasure that comes from his mouth from the Doctor threading his hands through his ginger locks.
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An inconvenience, may a tiny bit, but in the end he took pity and bandaged him up and let him sleep it off for a while.
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