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[gavin62truck]

[OOM: The screech of bending, creaking metal rent the morning air as the hydraulic spreaders -- the Jaws of Life -- pried the back door off a crumpled silver sedan.]

[OOC: Warnings for death and grief and basically everything that makes Tommy sad and angry.]


[tags: Kenny "Lou" Shea]

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[gavin62truck]

Time works funny in Milliways.

Tommy comes into the bar at the end of his shift at the firehouse, wanders out to the back porch, and finds that the sun is only just beginning to rise over the lake. The grounds are quiet and peaceful -- no sounds of traffic, of sirens, of people. He can't decide if he likes it or not.

What he does decide on, is to resurrect a vice.

From his jeans pocket he pulls out a pack of Marlboros, stolen from Garrity's locker, and a pewter lighter with the FDNY Maltese Cross on it. With one end of a cigarette between his lips, he flicks at the lighter a couple times before it catches. He then holds the dancing flame up to the other end, his palm cupped around it to shield it from a slight breeze.

Tobacco, and tar, and nicotine, and heat. His lungs breathe completely once more.

He sets the pack and lighter down on the porch railing and leans against it on his elbows, watching the sun rise through a thin haze of exhaled smoke.


[ooc: 9:45pm EST -- Annnnnd we have slowtime! Holy crap, thanks for all the tags. This will still be open to new tags until the slows get ludicrously slow.]

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[a1enzo]

[OOM: The internship begins.]

Enzo looks a bit surprised when he enters today. Apparently he didn't mean to come here this time, or at least not until he'd cleaned up a bit.

Someone might want to stop him from dripping on the floor. The colours swirling in that puddle really don't match the decor.

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[not_his_pa]

William's been planning on moving the stock and with Jack's help it should easier than with just Mark and Michael. The past few days, he's been going back and forth from home as he tries to get everything in order.

Today he's escaping from his mother who was giving him a worried look and he's not up to her worrying that he's doing too much.

He was reading on one of the couches but ended up falling asleep, he's been doing that a lot as there's so much to get sorted.

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[the_man]

There's no announcement.

There's no fanfare.

No humorous misunderstandings.

Nick Fury enters the bar, sits down at a table, opens the newspaper he was carrying, and starts to read. It's the New York Times.

The relaxed pose he is cultivating is somewhat at odds with all the black leather, kevlar, and hidden weapons he is currently sporting.

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[the_gene_genie]

 

 

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawlin' down the avenue
No, there's nothin' that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love.

[Ashes to Ashes, 3x04]