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Frank - Old friend (NSFW - Language)
The street was easy to walk with the long, ground-eating strides that Frank was accustomed to. He had a small arsenal in his coat, but even so he felt strangely naked without his truck, without his boys, without telling anyone where he might be going. Walking in the late-spring cool, Frank took the flask from his pocket and had a nice, deep pull ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Another day, another dollar. Frank tossed his bag aside as he entered the room he'd been renting. Cheap but servicable motel, decent long-term rate and he had a little kitchenette set up at this point, it worked alright for his needs. The maid had been through, and it didn't look like anything was stolen so clearly tipping her had been a good ( Read more... ) -
Edward - Manifest
(Dated for Monday the 7th)
The dreams that came to Edward in the day were strange, different. Of hunting, of running, feeding, fighting; nights and even some days of pure instinct, some imagined and some out of memories better suppressed. Unfettered by morality, by code, by tightly coiled will, by the weakness he would in time call a conscience - ( Read more... ) -
Edward - Tired
The blue tube was opened almost as soon as he recieved it, Edward only taking the time to go to his desk. He unrolled the contents and after taking a moment to appreciate the fine hand of the writing, began to read the reply. And read. Once he was done he just sat for a short time, staring off into space. All he wanted was to be home with ( Read more... ) -
Edward - Moments of Reflection
(Set - Saturday Night, April 24)
Edward eyed Scythe as he entered the Elysium. "Is that a new jacket?"
"It used to be Dominic Green's." Scythe replied with a casual amusement in his tone. Edward knew that one, the revelry taken in a fallen foe. He closes his eyes for a moment and nodded, his entire evening improved. If he only had Green's ashes ( Read more... ) -
Asclepius - Runner's High
Asclepius runs, continue to run as he has been doing for some time now. Feet slapping payment, legs burning and his heart beating almost double-time, he pushes on in his run. His body burns with a warmth that seems to push away the cold, and the passing air is his only relief.
( One has to do things outside of work and magic, after all ) -
(Untitled)
I've had inspiration for one of my Masquerade characters, the Gangrel. Airik of the Einherjar. This kind of narrative came into my mind; it'll be a bit rambling, but that's how this is without
Sometimes I remember. When I sleep, when I am deep into my cups or when there are those damnable quiet times. I remember what brought me here, I remember the ( Read more... ) -
Asclepius - To War
The Magus smiled as he packed his bag. He thought of himself that way a lot more as of late, the Wise, the Knowing. Sometimes he thought of what the world would be like if all were Awakened, and it made Asclepius cringe. Man was not yet ready for that...Atlantis had proven the dangers of too many. One day, maybe.
War, that's what it would be. ( Read more... ) -
Frank - Changes
Frank took another slug from the cheap plastic bottle of cheap alcohol and lay back on what was his bed as of late, watching the colors and shapes on the television. The sound was off, and Frank tried to imagine their dialogue through the vague haze of alcohol. Watching what was apparently a happy couple talking over some sort of plot point ( Read more... ) -
Edward - of Research and Vocabulary
Edward sighed as he poured over the list of e-mails, checking each one and responding. It was not as though he did not like some of the other Dragons, even most of them, just that they seemed to have a damnably lax pace that drove him up a proverbial wall. Edward checked a few of the maps spread out on the desk and eyed the board with different ( Read more... )