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Dead Cats and Other Things [28 Oct 2004|01:13am]
[ mood | loved ]
[ music | Thinking of You, by A Perfect Circle ]

Connor came strolling back up to the house, bag carried in his semi-good arm...though for someone who broke his dominant hand, and had his off shoulder gored, he wasn't exactly in the best of shape. But he didn't seem to be in that bad a mood as he brought dinner back for himself and his girl. He stepped into the house, calling out. "I'm home, Sunshine." in a teasing tone.

Dawn was ...on the floor by the sofa, sprawled out on her stomach. Resting her weight on her elbows, she was staring at the very cat Connor saw the other night. The mangy, rather moth-eaten looking cat whose gaze was intently on Dawn and vice versa. Glancing up at hearing Connor's voice, she broke the staring contest and looked up with a smile. "Welcome back. Hm, that smells good..." As the cat quirked an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes. "Well, it does. Just because you don't eat doesn't mean we can go without."

The cat snorted as though such things were beneath it and it paced over to the window as Dawn moved to stand, brushing herself off.

Connor blinked at her. Then the cat, then he gave the cat a Look. Ok, so that's what had been weird about it the other night. "Dawn?" he asked, still eyeing the cat. "Why is there a dead cat in the house?"
it's DEAD. )
wet and bleeding )
harmless peeking...really )
making out in the shower and other things )

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Not Just A One Night Stand [28 Oct 2004|01:46am]
[ mood | content ]

Jordan yawned as she looked over the facts, over and over again. Her eyes were now a pale shade of grey, a sure sign she hadn't been sleeping. Which she hadn't, she had been up all night at the police station. Collecting information and had spent the rest of her night slash morning, researching the information. Her dark hair was tied back behind her head and she was dressed in a pair of loose fitting black pants and a plain black tank top. She still smelt like coconut and honey from the shower she had taken an hour or so ago.

William had arrived back from Las Vegas an hour before, and was on his way home when he decided to stop by Jordan's. He had gotten the name of the place Jordan had been attacked, and decided it was best to check it out himself. After leaving messages for Destiny and Emmeline, he had headed out, and spent the past few days on surveillance. Leaving a private investigator to continue it, he needed to sleep in his own bed again. But he felt like he should check on Jordan. he hobbled on his cane to her door, and knocked on it, waiting for her to come out.

She jumped slightly at the knock and as she did, she overturned her chair and squawked as it fell back and she hit the ground. She groaned faintly as her head bounced off the ground." Note to self, don't tip back on chairs." She muttered with a scowl before she hauled herself to her feet. Her hands went to the new locks she had put on her door and once she had those free, she pulled the door open.

Checking In )

Protective Boyfriend )

Making Promises )

"I couldn't. Never." He looked at her with an openness he wasn't used to. "I care about you, Jordan. Very deeply." He cleared his throat, and looked around rather uncomfortably. "I'll call you soon. You should come over. Meet Destiny. Have dinner."

Jordan swallowed as he spoke those words. Her eyes were slightly wide and her breathing had gone up a notch." I care about you too, William." She muttered softly before she nodded her head." I'll do that one of these days, most definitely."

William wanted to say more, but he wanted to give Jordan the time that she needed. He moved towards her and he pulled her close one more time, hugging her as closely as he could. "I'll talk to you soon, my dear one." He kissed her cheeks, and then, walking on his cane, began heading out.

Jordan watched as William left and the only thought that crossed her mind was "how in the hell did I get so lucky?" She fell back onto her bed and blinked as she looked up at the ceiling. Up until now, her history with guys was poor. She had prided herself on being independent and strong and yet in this place of all places, she had found someone who treated her right. She understood the lying at the beginning and right now, she was completely blown away.

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Connecting [28 Oct 2004|02:41am]
[ mood | sated ]

Matthew brought the bike to a stop outside of the bar, his body dressed in a pair of blue jeans, dark boots and his black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt. He stepped off his bike and slipped his helmet off his head. His hand went to his dark hair and he ruffled it slolwly before he went about locking everything up. He slipped the silver chain beneath his t-shirt and he pocketted the keys before he turned and wandered into the bar.

Jo sat behind the bar, covering one of those odd shifts where no one else seemed to be around. The music played a little louder than usual and she smiled to herself as she sipped from her juice. She personally was wearing khaki caro pants, a black tank and a white button down. Her usual boots on her feet and her hair back in a ponytail completed the look. She watched the door as Matthew came in, giving him an easy smile.

Hi Again )

Can't Promise To Be A Gentleman )

A First For Everything - NC-17 )

Dreamland )

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There's a Place [28 Oct 2004|06:14am]
Normally, right about now, she'd be finishing up her second set, already knowing which warm-blooded bodies were set to be by her side the second she stepped off stage. She'd be moments away from an Amaretto sour, because she liked the way the sweetness mingled with the metallic tang of B negative.

Instead, she was sitting in her car in the middle of the night on a street in a fragment of a town an hour away from everything. What she was looking for, she didn't know. Well, there was one thing, but it was long gone, apparently.

Whatever the case, she'd had enough for the moment. If she left now, she could still sign up for the weekly "Be a Star!" karaoke contest at the Imperial Palace.

She adjusted the rearview, checking her reflection. Or lack thereof. It was still easy to forget it wasn't there.

Meeting Gwen And Plying Her With Drink [28 Oct 2004|07:31am]
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The Pace Of Life [28 Oct 2004|03:14pm]
[ mood | disappointed ]

It's funny how quickly things have a way of changing.

A few days ago I was in New York. Right at the heart of it. I was doing what I thought I needed to, to insure my mother's safety. I was back to being the Joseph I was before Las Vegas and before everything changed. I still think about my father, what would have happened if I had done something differently? I guess everyone thinks like that when a person they love dies in that way.

And now, I'm right back in Las Vegas. It's almost as if things never changed but I know they have. The things I did, they've changed everything and I know that one of these days, those things will catch up with me. May not be today, may not be the day after today but eventually, they'll catch up with me. I've been running for so long and luck won't always be here to help me but whatever happens. I'll go down fighting, I came into this world kicking and screaming and I'm going out the same way.

Things have changed with Azure. He and I are enemies now and I regret this situation as I actually liked the ninja but he's allowed Bethany to blind him. Hell if I know how she did it but she has but his threats aren't going to stop me. I don't scare easy and I don't back off unless I know I should. Bethany isn't a nice person, she's far from being a nice person.

I'm aware that people have a reason for doing everything they do but could her reasons possibly be enough to wipe the slate clean? I doubt it. I don't have that much faith, especially in people who kill and stuff people in trashcans. But I suppose with my actions as of late, you could argue that I have no leg to stand on but the people I dealt with, they weren't very nice to begin with and no-one will miss them.

Nothing's the same, everything's changed.

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Hmm. [28 Oct 2004|11:10pm]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | Need to Destroy by THC ]

So, I had an interesting night last night. First of all, Dawn's spell aparently woke something up. This dead cat thing that has decided to move in. I don't know. I'm not even gonna ask anymore, I don't know why I bothered to in the first place. It's not like anything else in my life offers up explinations. So, yeah. Dead cat in the house. I guess it's a girl but I'm calling it Church anyways. It won't tell us it's real name , so it'll just have to deal. So there. Then there was that other thing. That took up all the rest of the night and most of the morning. Started early, got done...early. As in early evening to sunshine streaming through the windows.

//firewalled against everyone// )
There's more going on in my head but I can't organize it right now. I'm still in the middle of being in that stupidly happy haze. Which I think I'll go bask in for a little while longer. There's a girl in my bed who needs some affection.

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