22 May 2006 @ 01:43 pm
[OOM, Millitimed to Saturday night: Ramon follows Jack out of the bar to Jack's cabin where Narcissa is waiting. Revenge ensues. Main part of thread is complete, though aftermath is still being threaded.

WARNINGS for torture, violence, high levels of batshit crazy and pups scaring their muns. *hides in shelfnest*]
22 May 2006 @ 07:24 am
Millitimed to last night...

The door opens and Ramon enters with a stumble, looking like he's just been pushed. Also looking rather like he's been run over by a truck, which is why he leans back against the closed door, clutching his ribs and using his shirt to try and stem the bleeding from a broken nose and split lips.

It just takes a moment, he's not lingering here where people can see. So when the worst of the flow is stopped, he straightens, adjusts his clothes and opens the door again - this time for home.

[OOC: Violence in the first link.]
21 May 2006 @ 08:54 pm
[In the Infirmary, millitimed to last night: Angela begins to remember.

Warning for angst.]
21 May 2006 @ 01:53 am
Ramon was absent from the bar last night. Strange, that. The fact that he's here now though says less about his social nature and more about his egotistical need to prove to certain people that he can do whatever the hell he wants, without repercussions.

It's possible this will catch up with him someday. As far as he's concerned though, this is another evening in the bar, lounging in an armchair with a fat cigar and a cold glass of tequila. The smug expression is, of course, a given.

[OOC: Not plotlocked, but if Jack tags any other threads will be millitimed to before that.]
20 May 2006 @ 11:04 pm
Kim is going to get another coffee, she's on her way back to the infirmary when she spots her Dad and Ramon near the wall. They're talking, no, more than talking, her Dad is moving to open the door. There's only one reason she can think of for Dad and Ramon to be anywhere together, and it's not good. She's not convinced that Ramon is at fault, maybe more in denial than anything else, but one thought filters through, if Ramon shapeshifts...

She channels briefly and sends a thought of love and support to Angie, apologizing that she'll be late in getting back.

Then, rushes to the still open door and barely makes it through before it closes.

20 May 2006 @ 10:27 am
[In the infirmary: Angela's friends are invited to visit her in the infirmary. The mun can make no promises as to how talkative she'll be, though.]

[ooc: will be around later on in the day, slowtime in effect till then.]
19 May 2006 @ 10:12 pm
[OOM: Angela's sentence is over.]

A skinny teenage girl in filthy clothes is pushed roughly into the bar, the door slamming behind her. She's blindfolded. She stumbles forward, and falls to the floor.

She mutters something that sounds like the equivalent of a keyboard mistype, whimpers, and falls silent, lying there like a child's discarded doll.

[plot-locked, please!]
18 May 2006 @ 04:59 pm
[OOM: Oblivion.

Warning for whitetext, suicidal thoughts, and despair.]
18 May 2006 @ 04:00 pm
While Jack is usually around the bar in the afternoons, he does not oftren have an afternoon post. However, today is an exception.

So, Jack is sitting at the bar, at a seat where he has a clear view of the door, waiting for a familair strawberry-blonde to walk through the door. He's tapping his fingers on the bar top, though it's unlikely he realizes that, eyes darting from his drink to the door and back again. Saying he's tense is a gross understatement, even for him.

Narcissa's been in the cells for almost three days now, and still, no word about when Angela will be given back.

If ever.
18 May 2006 @ 08:57 am
There's a thief in the bar, sitting at a table with her feet up next to a lo-ball tumbler of whiskey-and water that was once whiskey-and-ice. She's not been heavily drinking though, not with her current metabolism. All she's doing is leaning back in her chair, Security badge on her thigh holster, scythe across her lap, reading one of her Diaries.

There's a few more volumes stacked on the tabel as well. Juts in case the Flamethrower shows up.
17 May 2006 @ 09:29 pm
[OOC: Hopeless.

Warnings for angst, woe, some traumatic memories, and suicidal thoughts.]
17 May 2006 @ 08:33 pm
[oom: Random, from where he is, denies a few things to himself.]
16 May 2006 @ 08:19 pm
[OOM: Breathing.

Warning for...angst. There, I said it.]
16 May 2006 @ 12:33 am
OOM: A Silent Conversation

[OOC: Warnings for a few lines of whitetexted abusive thoughts (and a few regular whitetexted thoughts) - also, kidnap situation and a mental desire for violence.]
15 May 2006 @ 11:38 pm
[OOM: After agreeing to terms, Narcissa enters the cells and there is a note for Security.

A little later, two notes are left for Alanna and Bernard, and Narcissa's tab has dropped to zero.]
15 May 2006 @ 11:20 pm
On her way to the cells, Narcissa leaves a note for her son and husband:

Dearest Draco and Lucius )
15 May 2006 @ 09:47 pm
[OOM: Doubt.

Warnings for despair, doubt, and crying. And also bad whitetexted thoughts in the link, kidnap situation, and menacing.]
15 May 2006 @ 06:33 pm
[OOM: Last night, Kim dreamt of missions and corridors]

After her run and exercise, Kim sits near the place where the door should be, watching people appear and disappear. Whoever took Angie obviously can travel between the bar and wherever they're from easily - she only prays they can't make Gateways. She also happens to have a pretty good view of a certain teenager.

Everyone's right, when, not if, Angie comes back, she's going to need her to be strong.

She's writing down names and/or descriptions of everyone that goes in and out of the door.

[ooc: Not plotlocked. Warnings for violence and slight disturbing in OOM.]

15 May 2006 @ 06:31 pm
[OOM: A Long, Strange Trip: Angela will not remember this.

Warnings for dazed, confused, half-naked teenager.]
15 May 2006 @ 05:51 pm
Narcissa has deigned to spend some time in the bar this evening. Her table is a bit out of theway, but in such a place that she has a good view of those coming and going.

Dinner, as usual, involves a fruit plate and a pot of tea.

If you're determined to be good enough, she might even be up for conversation.