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Leaning over a rooftop with binoculars [14 Dec 2008|10:29pm]

bamfs
[ mood | hyper ]

You see anything interesting?
I see many things interesting.
How do these things work?
This is a really big place!
I know...I'm used to small places.
I think mine're broken.
Where do you think we should go first?
Someplace with babes!
Oh...I look through these little round parts, right?
Huh...oh sure. Dames?
Hotties!
Is everything supposed to be so small?
Hey, I can see into a shower?
Where?
I can't see anything!
Right across, two windows down to the left.
Oh wow...she's an angel!
I see a foamy ant...I don't like these things.

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Midnight skydiving - for justshade [05 Mar 2008|02:01pm]

nikita_q
She wasn't quite sure what to expect but she shrugged into her harness, memories flooding back of the many other times she'd done this, usually with Michael there to do the buddy-checks with her. This would be the first time she'd jumped at night without him since they'd started working together.

Finishing off the adjustments to the harness she shrugged back out of her rig and hoisted it onto the table in the hangar, starting to check over the other gear there.
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Duty and Forgiveness [11 Jul 2007|11:42am]

sacredeyes
[ mood | accomplished ]

As requested there are those who read here that are following the fate of St. Julien's so I am crossposting a post here from the muse journal.


Care for a sacred place

OOC: this post is for kaycee_jazz once she has spoken to Peninnah I will put up another post is Peninnah's journal that will be open to everyone who wants to stop by the church. If this is outside the bounds of posting here due to format I am sorry. I will delete it or fix it.

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NYC joyflight for Logan [locked to logan_maxwell] [23 Jun 2007|04:55pm]

lost_la_femme
[ mood | relaxed ]

"Six two zero November, clear."

"Six two zero November."

Once the skids had touched down and the weight of the helicopter settled Eve started shut down procedures. Fingers flicked switches and eyes ran over gauges as the whine of the turbine gradually lowered and the rotors slowed. A final check of the windsock and the collective locked she took off the headset and hung it on its hook, releasing the harness and pushing the door open. The attendant had already headed over with the clipboard and paperwork she needed to sign so she waited for him to reach her. As she signed off the rotor finally slowed enough that she could walk back with him to the small glassed-in waiting lounge where she'd told Logan she would meet him.

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Fallen (For Kaycee) [10 Jun 2007|02:33pm]

sacredeyes
[ mood | sore ]

Peninnah had wandered from her nightly roost to Central Park. The walk was long and tiring on her weak legs but she knew if she did not force them she might lose the ability all together. By now she had come to terms with the stares and even learned why. It seemed her clothing, though elegant to her, was offensive to some. Now the slurs and rudeness was just a normal part of her day. It saddened her to see people so full of contempt for another just because of what they choose to wear.

After a short rest near the pond she pulled herself up on shaky legs. It was only a few steps before her leg gave out, sprawling her on the concrete path. The people went by leaving her. None offered assistance and so she did her best to get up. Her legs hurt too much and so she sat there rubbing them through the robes she wore. Peninnah didn't dare expose her feet to check them but she was certain one was sprained or worse.

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TRICK-OR-TREAT in NY [31 Oct 2006|10:02pm]

tylers_jack




Jack surveyed the front porch as if it were a masterpiece. Carved pumpkins lined the steps, fake cobwebs draped over the main doors spreading out to obscure the view of all the apartments on the first floors. Fake mechanical, cackling demons, and cheesy ghosts played by some of his pals, who all wore white sheets with poked holes and splattered fake blood. A CD player hidden in a large pumpkin played loud spooky music and Jack was dressed as Riff-Raff from the Rocky Horror picture show

He had no idea yet what Liadan was wearing. It was a surprise. He could hear her coming through the doors but he did not look back because he was passing out the first of a butt load of candy to the passing trick or treaters. The candy by the way, there was no expense spared. Sky is the limit on what could be handed out by Jack and Liadan.



[ooc—This will be a kid friendly rp, so please, NO adult themes …mostly, no smut please and thank you, and hide any violence from the kiddies or kids at heart <--- this meaning different things to different people.]

Also --seeing the pack's kids in play if they want a quick tag or two. As META as you need it to be.

What I would really like to see is a real ewok brought in to trick or treat *is silly I know*.
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Samhain 2006 [28 Oct 2006|02:51pm]

lexiromanov


Here's what background info you might need and the party rules.

Guilty Pleasures/Circus of the Damned isn't a location many of you have played at before so...
for a description of the layout of Jean-claude's club and indoor amusement park... go here.

Many thanks to dual_dionysos for providing the magic that makes the age change possible.



The doors are still closed when the first waves of change take effect. Security and a good lot of the staff just ask for the normal ages, maybe a few of them shave off a couple of years, but they're working tonight so they have to remain adults.

It feels odd, holding the party in a place besides Luxuria after two years but it's good to be sharing the host duties again. Jean-Claude isn't exactly a long-time, well-know companion but he's damned interesting... which is always a delight. And if there's one person who's absence is felt strongly tonight, Alex is compensated by having Callie and Michael with him, as well as some members of Luxuria's staff, the ones that are waiting on new nightclub.

Alex had planned it out in his own head. He knew what he was going to say when it was his turn to kick into the age spell that hung over the entrance way to the club. His lips were forming 'twenty-two' in response to the question... and it's almost like he blinked and lost track of his intentions for a moment. "Seventeen" fell from his mouth without thought.

Okay, less muscle tone and his clothes were suddenly felt a little loose, but he'd been a fit and healthy teenager by 17. This could work. Sukin syn, when Dionysos pulled off a magic trick it was something to behold. Dionysos was getting his own shrine in the new club because this Samhain's trick was just a fucking brilliant as last years.



***NOTE: Taken from the description of the Club by bloodwillout... "When you walk into the Circus, you will need to pass through the hall of mirrors, and it's there that the change will take place."

That's it kids, come on in. Pick your ages. I suggest starting new threads at your entrance so folks will see you arrive. No fighting or drama unless all relevant parties involved agree to scene before hand. We've got Jean-Claude's staff and Durden's boys to keep the peace... and Durden will happily kick ass because he's been resting for a few weeks.
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Destruction and Mayhem In NYC - Oilen In Luxuria [20 Sep 2006|08:44am]

theprivate_ryan
[ mood | EVIL! ]

((After Lizzie's ball and this http://finishedlast.livejournal.com/55610.html))

Ryan’s beach house in New York City was actually the perfect place for the two oilen possessed people to hide out in. No one was expected there, and Carolina was in Vegas.

Vic and Ryan were both fit, even with the oilen riders inside them. On the trip out, in Ryan’s big assed truck, they had left some mayhem and destruction. More often than not, they spent more time exploring the very pleasurable implantation process that the riders enjoyed. Both bodies were well worn, though fed, when they arrived in the city.

No one had tried too hard to get hold of Ryan. It wasn’t unusual for her to up and disappear, especially since the shooting. In fact, Ryan hadn’t remained in one place for long after the return from England, and had avoided letting anyone get too close or ask too many questions of her. Cocaine, a drug that Ryan had scorned all her life, became her daily necessity, though not since the oilen took possession of her body.

The oilen rider in Vic still watched her, to keep an eye on the offspring he implanted. In a few months, it would harvest, killing Ryan in that process. But this was not a worry to Ryan. The oilen inside her, riding her, found her to be very docile and cooperative, and her mind to be remarkably clear and free of conflict.

Tonight, in New York, they prepared for a night out. Ryan wore a blatantly seductive dress of red. It was short, low cut and sparkled with beading all over the nearly sheer material. Her green eyes washed with the black oil, if anyone looked close enough, and she carried her stiletto in the beaded purse that also held a lot of Jacks cash.

Turning towards the oilen possessed Victor, at the entrance of their intended playground for destruction, she smirked, “Humans. So many in one place. This is going to be fun.”

Then they entered Luxuria, to begin their night of chaos.

OOC: Open to anyone who wants to fight, get injured, break things, get violent, get nasty, get freaky…lots of ugly mayhem and murder ahead.

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A place for remembering... [11 Sep 2006|03:30pm]

kaycee_jazz
[ mood | contemplative ]

OOC: This was suggested to me as something for the City comm, and for Kaycee and Darius to do. Darius!mun and I decided to, and hope any pups who feel they would like to come to Darius' church either just for a chance to remember, light a candle, speak to someone else etc, will drop in and do just that. Unfortunately Darius!mun's net connection went AWOL and we didn't get this finished, so it will be expanded on when she can get back online, but we just wanted to get this up for others to participate in on the actual day.

~~**@**~~


The whirlwind trip to Scotland for Wes and Aidan's commitment ceremony was over, and Kaycee had not been able to settle back into any sort of rhythm when she returned to the City. There was an energy about the place that was growing sadder and reminders of the events that rocked the world five years earlier were everywhere.

As she walked along the street early on the Monday morning she didn't know where she was going, allowing her feet to just follow whatever path they took. The bells from churches all over the City had rung out that morning, at 8.46am. She'd been drawn out of her apartment by them, the sound of the peels taking on a life of its own. And so she'd started walking.

From time to time someone's eyes would meet hers and she could see things they probably didn't realise she could, a different story in each face, but all with the same hues. Whether it was sadness, loss, confusion, anger or simply a desperate need to find a reason for it all there was a thread that seemed to tie it all together. Determination to go on. A small nod of the head and strangers would recognise each other's stories without a word being spoken.Collapse )
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City lights...( for catwoman28) [10 Aug 2006|10:25pm]

vlad_t_drake
[ mood | determined ]

City that never sleeps… Dracula looked down at New York amazed. He was standing on the roof of an old temple one hand rested on a gargoyle.
After centuries of darkness he could view his kingdom as if there was daytime. The Night was his realm, the time when he felt so alive. Dracula tilted his head back and take a deep breath as if he could smell her scent. He couldn’t but it wasn’t matter. One day or one thousandth… he could wait.

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gig!(open for anyone) [28 Mar 2006|03:30pm]

diminished_9th
[ mood | cheerful ]

In New York.
"Spring Cleaning Open Mike", held at Carnegie Hall.
He's on the East Coast on another errand, and just *happens* to have sheet music and his guitar with him. Of course. No plans involved whatsoever.
Solo musicians or pairs can play. Anything goes, until the last one standing walks off the stage. It's loud, amateurish, crowded, bright, and helluva lot of fun. Been waaay too long!
Oz goes to the office to sign in as one of the participants, and is added to the lineup. There's a coat-check room and areas where you can go to rehearse or tune your instrument. Or point and laugh at the current performer onstage.


(x-posted to realitytrax, cityneversleeps)

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How not to do archery. For Aidra and anyone else. [04 Feb 2006|11:31am]

breacan
At Christmas Adira had sent him a nice gift of a Archery Bow. He had never done archery of any kind, and was interested in trying it out. Breacan asked Adira to come along and learn with him. So in central park, he set up the targets, the Bow and laid out the arrows-the kind that are rubber tipd for their safety and everyone elses. He also set out a nice bottle of red wine with two wine glasses. And looked at the book he had got on how to do archery-"An Idiot's Guide To Archery".

"Well, the title seems appropriate."

He said to himself as he waited for Adira to turn up to start lessons.

(ooc: Open to anyone else who wants to join in, or anyone who wants to get shot at by incoming arrows.)
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A Day in the Park [15 Jan 2006|03:33pm]

lost_la_femme
[ mood | naughty ]

Niki walked along the low wall around the edge of the lake. Reaching one of the statues that was positioned in the wall, she jumped down, looking around for a moment, shrugging, then walking up the grassy slope and sitting down. She picked at the grass and watched the people strolling along the wide paved walkway that went around the edge of the large lake. A couple of joggers went past and her eyes followed them for a while, a smile on her face as she was treated to a lovely long view of their butts and legs as they headed down the edge of the lake.

Sighing as they disappeared from a worthwhile viewing distance she looked around again, wondering where Nathan was, and rolled onto her tummy, watching the people strolling across the grassy areas, or the few scattered couples who were snogging, blissfully unaware of their surroundings.


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Starbucks (locked to Face) [06 Jan 2006|10:45pm]

ynez_castillo
Ynez has been thinking about that little shop downtown, the one where she got that cute blouse, and she wonders whether they've gotten anything else in that she'd like. It would be nice to have a couple of new things for the trip to Boston in a couple of weeks. It doesn't take long to talk herself into the trip down to the East Villageish part of town, Lower East Side, whatever you call it.

She spends more money than she intended, but the jacket is just too cute to pass up. On her way back to the subway, she stops in a Starbucks, so she can get some coffee and gloat to herself over her loot.

There's a line. There's always a line at Starbucks.
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[03 Jan 2006|11:39pm]

notoucheehat
Julien was starting to long for the days when he had been a feckless, wandering musician. The sad part, he thought with a twist of a grin, was that it wasn't marriage and kids that was getting on his nerves. It was his goddamn family.

A drink would solve that. A drink with his real family, at least his wife. Poor Jackie. She put up with so much.

"I hear you thinking it." She didn't even look at him as they walked to the door of the bar. "Don't even."

Julien chuckled under his breath. Yeah. Poor Jackie, but she didn't put up with anything she didn't want to. He slipped his arm out of her arm and around her shoulders and hugged her, grinning.
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[17 Nov 2005|07:31am]

rps_rpg_addict
The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any call for me to shout it For he will do as he do And there's no doing anything about it!Collapse )

ooc(Meta--so out of time and space for him-- He's at home with Ix for this--so if any who know him or who are cats as well can come and play
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Dinner out with ton_phanan [06 Nov 2005|03:02pm]

lumieredetoiles
[ooc: after this. ]

Alisha is still riding high from her very successful opening night as Juliet. There'd been flowers in her dressing room from her friends and family. More from Sam, via Ton. From Daniel.

And there's Ton. Not just with one perfect rose, but here, himself.

She glances around the limo he's hired in delight. Not that she's never been in one, of course, but it's the first time in a long time that it had been ordered just for her. She tucks her arm through Ton's, smiling at him brightly.

"This is perfect. This. Right now. I can't even imagine how it could get better, and yet I keep thinking it will. And then I think I might just burst with it."
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Halloween/Samhain at Luxuria [26 Oct 2005|09:19am]

lexiromanov
invite by Mayhem

Details of the party’s theme and rules can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lexiromanov/58567.html


The club had been closed for the two days before Samhain. Luxuria’s normal hellfire and naked bodies motif had to be altered for the celebration. The most important factor was mirrors, both glass and tile based. The impact of Dionysos’ enchantment would be magnified by the guests’ ability to see themselves in their new bodies.

The second major alteration at the club was an abundance of semi-transparent material hung from the ceiling, not just to cloak the walls but to provide makeshift cover for random trysts. The long bands of not-quite sheer cloth were in all shades of purple, wine red and everything close… including some pinks and plumy grays. Only the dance floor and the bar areas were completely open.

The doors opened at 7pm. People with invitations, which had been widely scattered through the city, got an automatic jump to the front of the line. The door staff saw to everyone else… passing through anyone who looked interesting enough.

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Orpheus in New York (for psyche_soul) [24 Oct 2005|08:51pm]

pilgrim_eternal
[ mood | contemplative ]

OOC: Mun apologies for the public execution of this wonderful song.

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane guitar here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman Greek in New York

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It eats you up (Open) [21 Oct 2005|10:30pm]

psyche_soul
[ mood | depressed ]

Psyche shiveres although she does not feel the cold, nothing about her skin feels right, it feels dirty, that place made her feel dirty. And those girls, those poor girls killed in that way, the way they were screaming. Pulling her knees up to her chest she looked around for signs of people, then made a shawl appear around her shoulders. She should really go home, but she didn't like being there alone, everything was so hard without him around so much.

Yes, she could go and see Eros or Atia, but they had enough of their plates, and Anton, well he had a child to look after now, no-one needed to comfort a goddess, not when one shouldn't need comforting. She sat by the roses, always around roses, they reminded her of him, of her love, the one she could curl up with and everything would be fine. She shivered once more, her eyes closing slightly, she didn't want to think about them, she couldn't, such brutal murders.

She saw their bodies when she closed their eyes, heard them screaming, so much hate, so much pain, they didn't deserve it, they were innocents, they didn't deserve any of it.

Hiding her head in her hands she let out a deep sigh, she needed to get control over this, she had takens souls on so many ocasions, but then, nonr had screamed this way, none had been killed by a force they shouldn't have been.

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