No one ever said recovery was a fun process, and it certainly hasn't been for Tallulah. Despite having visitors, and the typical gaming online with Logan at night, and the rediscovery of coffee, she is still questionable at best at times. Matters at home certainly haven't helped, what with a couple snow storms and the fact that the city has been ( Read more... )

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 Coltin'sspare bedroom was becoming something of a prison. Yes, she understood that he was concerned, and that her health was of paramount concern to everyone in her family. But it was crisp outside, the wind was blowing, and all she wanted to do was to take an invigorating walk in the cold air of the outdoors. So she waited for Coltin ( Read more... )

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Three days. Three days that blue tarp has sat, rolled around the body of what was left of Tallulah. No one was really sure what to do with her - if she would come back in the condition her corpse was in. Barely having a head - or face, for that matter - to speak of makes it a little hard to tell if she will eventually recover from the ( Read more... )

 
It was far too cold outside for this walk to make any sort of sense. But then again, Tallulah had never been the sort that really appreciated any sort of sensible activity. That, and she just needed some fresh air. Winter and snow were nice, but they also had the incredible ability to make the usually restless city stay indoors for days at a time ( Read more... )

FROM: Tallulah (you)
TO: Sammy

Hey beb, haven't seen you in a while. If you're back in HQ - I'm back from New Years - come and see me? Kinda sucks having chicken Chesapeake by yourself, you know?

Hopefully I'll see you soon?

Sent 20 minutes ago → Sammy (Beb)
 

Stress doesn't even begin to describe Tallulah's past few days. of course - it had all started off well, getting a trip home for New Year's Eve. Of course, it had simply become a celebration filled with lots of Natty Boh at the Inner Harbor, as well as the after party with the usual suspects of Camden, Hampden, Pimlico, Annapolis, etc. The next ( Read more... )

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To put it lightly, Tallulah is rather perplexed. She's clutching her daily issue of The Sun (delivered daily by HQ, for whatever reason), reading up on all that's occurring in her favorite city. But you know, it isn't every day she stumbles upon something like this. Apparently a Hampden woman is trying to trademark the word "hon," which has always ( Read more... )

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Have one Baltimore, looking pale as a sheet and cradling her arm that's hanging at an odd angle, and beginning to bruise all sorts of colors that can barely be seen between her fingers. Her breathing is strictly controlled, in through the nose, out through the mouth, mainly to keep herself from fainting. This is one injury she really can't ignore ( Read more... )