In which Flack is doing his job.

If I hadn't fallen through the Rift, I would have really loved to have asked Detective Angell out to dinner.

And she probably would have eaten me alive.

How about something that's not the Rift making everyone blab their business?

[starting off with a joke? at least he tries]I know a lot of Wanderers have come through recently, and while I try to talk to a lot of you, I can't always. Regardless, my name is Detective Don Flack, and back home I used to work for the New York Police Department. I'm ( Read more... )

In which Flack is grocery shopping.

In which Flack meets a coroner.

This is more for my own personal sanity than anything else.

Whether it's been established that your character is on the force either ICly or OOCly, I need you to comment here, with some information about your character. This list will be updated as characters come and go, but for right now, this is the information I need. =D

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[Set in live_thislife. not_myfirstday is used with love. My Flack is so rusty.]

Scritch scritch scritch scritch scritch … It started off soft, and then it started to build. Right up against the door, until Flack’s sleeping brain couldn’t ignore it anymore. He glanced over at the door, then down at the sleeping blond under his arm. He knew that one of them was going to ( Read more... )

[For not_myfirstday.]


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Bela wasn't sure why she decided to go to a bar that night, but she had. It wasn't like she was worried about being home alone. That was just ridiculous. It was more...a need for something. And she wasn't so sure what that need was. But it involved sitting at a bar and having a couple of drinks while she figured out what to do next. Things hadn ( Read more... )