POST OF DOOM
((OOC: In honor of Valentine's Day and my insanity, I decided to make a post featuring all of my characters. Feel free to reply with more than one character or to more than one of my characters. This is the post of doom. A V-Day gift to Nina who felt it would be made of win XD And I apologize, in advance, for how many characters I have. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!))
Juliet Capulet has her bare feet in the water of the pool, kicking a little and staring into the depths. This is not exactly a good time to realize she doesn't know how to swim, but she can't help wishing she could dive forward into it anyway. It looks so peaceful.
Jayne is passed out and snoring, loudly, on a chair in the pool area, having wandered in from the lobby, drunk. Poke at one's own discretion. He has guns... one's wrapped up in his arms as if it is a teddy bear.
Puss in Boots dances about on the stairs with his sword, practicing his sword play. He bounces to the side when he hears someone walk down.
On the piano, Sue has been playing tune after tune, pouring herself into her music. Now that it's not dangerous to do so anymore, she can't stop. Not right now.
JD occupies a table in the restaurant area. He bites his bottom lip and has his head tilted to the right, gaze distant. He is thinking up ways that he can potentially avoid his brother during his week long stay, excuses he can use, ways to prove that he is not lying.
On a nearby table, Captain Shakespeare has made tea and is humming Beethoven to himself with a rather pleased expression.
Edna Turnblad has set herself up by the fire, folding her current basket of laundry and humming to herself. Her daughter just became a regular. On TV! Imagine.
Logan is in his corner. Brooding.
Harry Potter sits at a table, glancing at the door, sullenly. He doesn't want to go back. But he has to. As always.
Xander Harris has an ice pack and a bleeding nose in the opposite dark-ish corner of the Inn lobby. The ice pack is situated on his face and his head is leaned back against the wall.
Thankfully, Angel is outside so he doesn't smell the blood, and if he was inside and could smell it... he'd recognize it for Xander and have to have an awkward conversation of trying to help. So really it's best that he's out here. He presses against a wall outside with his hands in his pockets.
Warren Worthington has his wings out. He's just landed near the Inn, bare feet in the grass, and there's a smile on his face. There is such freedom here.
Martha Jones occupies a sleeping bag on the grass outside of the Inn, staring up at the night sky. It has been too long since she could relax outside like this. Every few seconds, she forgets and her body starts to tense again, but then she will remind herself of where she is.
Benjamin Sullivan is... still dead.
((OOC: YEAH. I'm a big giant loser.))
Juliet Capulet has her bare feet in the water of the pool, kicking a little and staring into the depths. This is not exactly a good time to realize she doesn't know how to swim, but she can't help wishing she could dive forward into it anyway. It looks so peaceful.
Jayne is passed out and snoring, loudly, on a chair in the pool area, having wandered in from the lobby, drunk. Poke at one's own discretion. He has guns... one's wrapped up in his arms as if it is a teddy bear.
Puss in Boots dances about on the stairs with his sword, practicing his sword play. He bounces to the side when he hears someone walk down.
On the piano, Sue has been playing tune after tune, pouring herself into her music. Now that it's not dangerous to do so anymore, she can't stop. Not right now.
JD occupies a table in the restaurant area. He bites his bottom lip and has his head tilted to the right, gaze distant. He is thinking up ways that he can potentially avoid his brother during his week long stay, excuses he can use, ways to prove that he is not lying.
On a nearby table, Captain Shakespeare has made tea and is humming Beethoven to himself with a rather pleased expression.
Edna Turnblad has set herself up by the fire, folding her current basket of laundry and humming to herself. Her daughter just became a regular. On TV! Imagine.
Logan is in his corner. Brooding.
Harry Potter sits at a table, glancing at the door, sullenly. He doesn't want to go back. But he has to. As always.
Xander Harris has an ice pack and a bleeding nose in the opposite dark-ish corner of the Inn lobby. The ice pack is situated on his face and his head is leaned back against the wall.
Thankfully, Angel is outside so he doesn't smell the blood, and if he was inside and could smell it... he'd recognize it for Xander and have to have an awkward conversation of trying to help. So really it's best that he's out here. He presses against a wall outside with his hands in his pockets.
Warren Worthington has his wings out. He's just landed near the Inn, bare feet in the grass, and there's a smile on his face. There is such freedom here.
Martha Jones occupies a sleeping bag on the grass outside of the Inn, staring up at the night sky. It has been too long since she could relax outside like this. Every few seconds, she forgets and her body starts to tense again, but then she will remind herself of where she is.
Benjamin Sullivan is... still dead.
((OOC: YEAH. I'm a big giant loser.))