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In which there is punching.
[ Just an average Saturday night at the Griffonix. Of course that means it's fairly busy, but not unmanageable. There's a nice, relaxed atmosphere, and most patrons are familiar enough with the place that if they do have to wait, they don't mind it. People are making conversation over the music, and Madigan herself is behind the bar.
The bar is fairly busy as well, but she's got a good handle on things. Not that she isn't grateful for a sudden lull. It gives her a chance to catch her breath. ]
The bar is fairly busy as well, but she's got a good handle on things. Not that she isn't grateful for a sudden lull. It gives her a chance to catch her breath. ]
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thiswizardkills2012-09-09 12:40 amEntry tags:
FREE FOR ALL
I HAVE NO POST IDEAS. So go wild I don't even care. Just come up with something and I will tag you.
Yay.
Yay.
wardedhands2012-08-12 11:53 pmEntry tags:
some days set your world on fire; some days they sink like stones.
[ For the first time in a long time, Tucker Bailey found himself actually enjoying life.
His affliction had been practically cured by the Randall wizard, and now he had found Monts again. The two of them were actually happy together- or so it seemed anyway, and Tucker was too ecstatic to really question anything. More often then not, he had a goofy little grin on his face when he thought she wasn't looking. His recent texts with a certain owner of a certain bookshop hadn't helped matters either.
But right now there were matters more pressing than his love life, as he often had to remind himself. Chiefly, getting Monts to Jacob. Tucker clung adamantly to even the smallest sliver of hope that the wizard could help her just as he'd helped him.
The road to Jacob Randall's door was a long one, though, and so they found themselves in a small Motel somewhere in Ass Crack of Nowhere, Arizona. Small, yes, but well taken care of. They seemed to be the only two staying there at the moment, though. Tucker didn't dwell on it much as he hauled their things into their small room. They were in the middle of the desert, after all. ]
His affliction had been practically cured by the Randall wizard, and now he had found Monts again. The two of them were actually happy together- or so it seemed anyway, and Tucker was too ecstatic to really question anything. More often then not, he had a goofy little grin on his face when he thought she wasn't looking. His recent texts with a certain owner of a certain bookshop hadn't helped matters either.
But right now there were matters more pressing than his love life, as he often had to remind himself. Chiefly, getting Monts to Jacob. Tucker clung adamantly to even the smallest sliver of hope that the wizard could help her just as he'd helped him.
The road to Jacob Randall's door was a long one, though, and so they found themselves in a small Motel somewhere in Ass Crack of Nowhere, Arizona. Small, yes, but well taken care of. They seemed to be the only two staying there at the moment, though. Tucker didn't dwell on it much as he hauled their things into their small room. They were in the middle of the desert, after all. ]
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salamandher2012-03-30 01:38 amEntry tags:
OVER THE RIVER AND THROUGH THE WOODS
[Not to grandmother's house, but to the middle of timber country. An area where a lot of hikers have mysteriously vanished.]
[Her car -- yes her car, she's been saving for one for a while now -- pulls into the lot of a local park, next to whatever Jacob's been driving. She has the knife from Charlie, and, seriously, a six-pack of cheap beer in one hand. Because it never hurts to be prepared.]
[The first thing she does is check his car, to see if anyone's inside... or if he got tired of waiting for her and took off on his own.]
[Her car -- yes her car, she's been saving for one for a while now -- pulls into the lot of a local park, next to whatever Jacob's been driving. She has the knife from Charlie, and, seriously, a six-pack of cheap beer in one hand. Because it never hurts to be prepared.]
[The first thing she does is check his car, to see if anyone's inside... or if he got tired of waiting for her and took off on his own.]
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Books! In every cranny and all the nooks.
[ Bookstores are always interesting places, though this one is perhaps a bit moreso than most. Large, towering bookshelves stuffed with well-worn paperbacks, stacks of books in corners when they simply won't fit anywhere else. The forefront of the store actually features a pretty decent comic book section, making it an ideal place for crowds of teenage boys after school lets out. (The wouldn't dare visit during school hours if they were ditching, since the owner's been known to rat them out.)
Speaking of the owner, he's a little on the scrawny side, but not uneasy on the eyes. Making this a spot for teenaged girls as well, if only so they can giggle amongst each other and steal glances at the blond behind the counter.
But, being as it's the middle of the day on a weekday no less, said blond is tidying things up. He's got a rag and some Windex, and he's cleaning a large glass case in one corner of the shop. ]
Speaking of the owner, he's a little on the scrawny side, but not uneasy on the eyes. Making this a spot for teenaged girls as well, if only so they can giggle amongst each other and steal glances at the blond behind the counter.
But, being as it's the middle of the day on a weekday no less, said blond is tidying things up. He's got a rag and some Windex, and he's cleaning a large glass case in one corner of the shop. ]
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The internet is for... wait.
[ Today we find ourselves in the apartment above a particular club in a particular neon-laden city. This apartment happens to be the home of one (1) Madigan (and also one (1) griffon).
The griffon is curled up in the living room, idly paging through a book with careful talons. Madigan herself is just getting out of the shower. She steps out of the bathroom, toweling off her hair and making for her rather considerable closet. ]
The griffon is curled up in the living room, idly paging through a book with careful talons. Madigan herself is just getting out of the shower. She steps out of the bathroom, toweling off her hair and making for her rather considerable closet. ]
salamandher2012-02-23 12:12 amEntry tags:
It's like we just can't help ourselves
[She's dreaming.]
[It's not something that happens very often. And she's usually thankful for that. Usually. Because her dreams don't typically entail anything good. But this time?]
[This time there's music. Very upbeat music. That's new. She's okay with that.]
[... And then Jacob saunters out. Dancing. Singing. Yeah, Kara's pretty much not sure what the hell she's seeing right now, but it's... sort of cute. Sort of, really cute. And in the end, she starts enjoying what she's seeing. The dream, and her nap, is over all too soon, because the sun starts poking her in the eye.]
[She pushes herself up onto her elbows, and, for a minute, debates planting her face back into the pillow for an encore.]
[It's not something that happens very often. And she's usually thankful for that. Usually. Because her dreams don't typically entail anything good. But this time?]
[This time there's music. Very upbeat music. That's new. She's okay with that.]
[... And then Jacob saunters out. Dancing. Singing. Yeah, Kara's pretty much not sure what the hell she's seeing right now, but it's... sort of cute. Sort of, really cute. And in the end, she starts enjoying what she's seeing. The dream, and her nap, is over all too soon, because the sun starts poking her in the eye.]
[She pushes herself up onto her elbows, and, for a minute, debates planting her face back into the pillow for an encore.]
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DID SOMEONE SAY GENERIC POST?
[ Vegas, baby! It feels like forever sine Madigan's been back here, what with having to train Jacob and all. They're all due for a break, and Mads has come back home for the time being. She's even doing the tourist hing just for the hell of it- though mostly she's shopping.
After all she's been though, at the very least she deserves some new shoes. Besides, she kind of enjoys watching wives give their husbands a dirty look as she cocks her leg just so, making a show out of examining her footwear, before turning to the poor man and asking: ]
Does this look okay?
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Somethng dorky for later.
[ Today we find ourselves just outside the apartment of one Jacob Randall. There is an attractive young woman at the door, toting a suitcase and wearing shorts that are probably a little too short. Someone walks by as she's about to knock, pausing to clearly check out her ass. She raises an eyebrow at them, and they continue on their way.
Now she knocks. Auntie's here to see you, Jacob! ]
Now she knocks. Auntie's here to see you, Jacob! ]
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nalo-ahi.livejournal.com2011-09-27 12:25 amEntry tags:
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[Most people see Monday Night as a night where they can watch football.]
[... some people see it as a night to flop down on the couch and fire up the Netflix for some very bad, very old, monster movies. Or some new ones that are probably just as bad.]
[Like J-Horror. These are just hilarious. The Grudge 2? Comedy gold.]
[At least Owen thinks so. And that's what he's doing. Watching terrible horror and monster movies.]
[And laughing.]
[... some people see it as a night to flop down on the couch and fire up the Netflix for some very bad, very old, monster movies. Or some new ones that are probably just as bad.]
[Like J-Horror. These are just hilarious. The Grudge 2? Comedy gold.]
[At least Owen thinks so. And that's what he's doing. Watching terrible horror and monster movies.]
[And laughing.]
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In which Ro is shameless
[ Let it never be said that Miss Madigan doesn't run a classy joint.
Relatively small though the sitting area and bar are, there are plush couches and chairs everywhere, most occupied by couples- in fact, there's not a single person to be found in the place. Everyone is paired up, and if there's an extra... well, let's say there are a few groups of three floating around.
The music drowns out any conversation, but there's not much conversation to be had. The air is thick with... something, and most of the patrons seem to be rather occupied with each other.
There's a reason the sitting area is so small. Up the stairs and into the back, there are private rooms. A lot of them, and a lot of them are occupied. Doors shut and locked.
The owner of this fine establishment can be found behind the bar. She hasn't found anybody quite to her taste yet. ]
nalo-ahi.livejournal.com2011-08-12 12:37 amEntry tags:
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[It's a Sunday. And as such, the bar is closed. It's a much needed day off.]
[And what does an intrepid bar owner do on his day off? He spends the entire day on the beach. Before trekking home that evening, covered in sand and wearing a terrible, terrible hat. There's a surfboard propped up just inside the apartment door, sand tracked into the kitchen.]
[Where said bar owner is, of all things, making pancakes. Apple pancakes. With peanut butter.]
[Why?]
[Because it's Sunday. And Sundays demand pancakes of some kind.]
[And what does an intrepid bar owner do on his day off? He spends the entire day on the beach. Before trekking home that evening, covered in sand and wearing a terrible, terrible hat. There's a surfboard propped up just inside the apartment door, sand tracked into the kitchen.]
[Where said bar owner is, of all things, making pancakes. Apple pancakes. With peanut butter.]
[Why?]
[Because it's Sunday. And Sundays demand pancakes of some kind.]
youotterknow.livejournal.com2011-08-03 12:01 amEntry tags:
Fluff is good!
[ Lys has foregone the bar tonight. It doesn't feel right to be down there flirting, and she really doesn't know what to do with herself otherwise.
So she scurried off to Owen's apartment, and is curled on the couch with her ipod and a book, just reading. At one point, she starts to drift off, but she wants to stay awake to see Owen when he's done with work.
It doesn't work, and eventually she falls asleep, book open across her chest. ]
So she scurried off to Owen's apartment, and is curled on the couch with her ipod and a book, just reading. At one point, she starts to drift off, but she wants to stay awake to see Owen when he's done with work.
It doesn't work, and eventually she falls asleep, book open across her chest. ]
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/SAPS ALL OVER
[ It's evening, but it's summer, and still quite warm, even for England. There's a little white gazebo somewhere on the grounds of a certain large English manor, and though it's dark outside, it's lit by dozens of candles. Red flower petals color the scene. There's a bench in this gazebo, peppered with pillows and flower petals. Near the bench, a bucket full of ice, chilling a bottle of wine. Two empty glasses wait on a small table.
It seems a certain wizard has something planned, because he waits just outside the gazebo, having left a little note in the kitchen, telling Kara where to find him. ]