one passing night
the evening is spread out against the sky
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29th-Mar-2011 11:23 pm - 002
[It's another time for a day in Anya's life. Only this time, she's currently in bed with her fiance, Xander, and trying to undress him. That is, until she hears the sounds of someone else in the room. Dream!Xander backs away from her, looking flustered and embarrassed. Anya? She just looks annoyed someone's coming in during orgasm time.]


Do you mind? We're a little busy right now.
29th-Mar-2011 11:42 am - Company Policy ;; 001
[It's twenty years ago, and you find yourself on a deserted bridge. There's a car behind you, which might be how you got there, and a gun in your hand, pointed at one Noah Bennet. He doesn't beg for mercy, or plead his case, but only opens his arms out, giving you a perfect shot to his heart.]

Do it. Shoot. You and I both know it's the only way.

[You pull the trigger, but the bullet seems to be moving in slow-motion. The slug enters his chest, blood spreading out over his starched shirt as he falls to his knees.]

It's alright, [he tells you calmly, as if he's placating to a child, and maybe in some cases he is. He opens his shirt to reveal the wound, bullet pushing back out of his chest and clinking uselessly to the gravel below.]
27th-Mar-2011 11:55 pm - volume 2
[ Peter is, as he's want to do from time to time, standing outside in the pouring rain on some city street. This is a pretty common occurrence in his life, truth be told, which is why he's yet to go anywhere. At least the world isn't falling down around him while it rains, which is a definite improvement to many of the moments in his life.

Oh, he's definitely about to start walking, considering it's... raining, just give him a few more seconds.

Until then, he's just going to stand and start looking only mostly drenched, head tipped down to at least keep the water out of his eyes. And anyway, he's got his coat on, so what more could he possibly need? Peter doesn't really do umbrella's.
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19th-Mar-2011 05:24 pm - 002 |
[You walk on to some … yard place. There's a faint ringing noise in the background. Angel and and his favorite blonde bitch (sorry Buffy) are there, sprawled out on lawn chairs, wearing bathing suits and sunglasses. That probably wouldn't be so weird if it weren't the middle of the night. At least the moon is nice and bright.

And now Darla is rubbing ice all over Angel's chest … there sure is no better place to be than this dream.]
7th-Mar-2011 06:39 pm - Tag cloud.
Ignore this!!
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