[ OOM: Simon Skinner in the city. ]

Simon Skinner enters not from the countryside winter of Sandford, but from--the city? Yes. The city. Chicago to be exact, and he looks like he's walking on cloud nine (because he is). He claims a table and orders a cup of hot cocoa, then cracks open a book of poetry. Mmm, Borges ( Read more... )

In lieu of the newspaper that has increasingly bored him is a book of poetry. The setting is usual: a table, something to drink (wine; he's feeling relaxed tonight). He's very engrossed in the book.

Except for when his eyes are fogged over and staring at a vague spot that's not the book. Thoughts can be so invasive.

At one table: James Bond, a biography on John F. Kennedy, a cup of coffee, and a notepad. Sometimes he reads the book. At other times, he writes in the notepad. The notes and the book are not at all related ( Read more... )

sitting at the bar
there is a gnome with coffee
and a smile too

he just perfected
a black diamond run in vail
and is pleased tonight

feel free to join him
and listen to his story
you won't regret it!

[ooc: My typist does apologize for the gap in response between EP and tags. I required some nourishment and sent them off to brave the fierce ( Read more... )

It's been a while since Mary Lennox picked up her Shakespeare; her focus has shifted more to mythology, since it seems to be more specifically relevant to the lives of the people she might encounter ( Read more... )

The narrative disputes any claims that this here entry post for the happy, homicidal grocer exists solely because of this icon. These claims are patently silly. The happy, homicidal grocer known as Simon Skinner is in the bar because he opened a door he thought would lead him elsewhere he wants to ( Read more... )

The show's about to start, and Sallie's dressed up for the occasion, waiting for the players to approach and sit in the front row ( Read more... )

Security member on duty. And this particular one looks...different ( Read more... )

Bar can has a Sissy Skinner? Bar can has a Sissy Skinner. A Sissy Skinner with a basket o' flowers, even*.

(Said Sissy Skinner has a confused cousin back at home wondering what's gotten into him, why he didn't bellow out a greeting and act in his usual bombastic, invasive and theatrical manner, why he, in short, was acting normal. She is not the ( Read more... )