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saint-aequitas.livejournal.com[OOM: January 20, 2004. Definitions of hell.]
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Jan. 25th, 2007 11:35 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.com[OOM: January 19, 2004. Death and discussion.]
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Jan. 12th, 2007 10:19 pmsaint-veritas.livejournal.comHere's a face that hasn't been seen inna bar for quite some time.
Damn Millitime.
His hair is damp, from rigorous exericise and exertion, rather than showering.
He's sitting in a booth with a protein shake and a plate of paradoxes he hasn't touched. They're more for...appearances.
Feel free to bother. He needs to socialise, even if he is grumpy and irritable and anti social.
Damn Millitime.
His hair is damp, from rigorous exericise and exertion, rather than showering.
He's sitting in a booth with a protein shake and a plate of paradoxes he hasn't touched. They're more for...appearances.
Feel free to bother. He needs to socialise, even if he is grumpy and irritable and anti social.
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Oct. 29th, 2006 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lvpd_sidleSara.
Coffee.
Paradoxes. A bar of chocolate came with them, but she put it back.
Notebook.
Bother.
Coffee.
Paradoxes. A bar of chocolate came with them, but she put it back.
Notebook.
Bother.
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Sep. 30th, 2006 08:00 pmsaint-veritas.livejournal.comHe hasn't been seen in the bar proper for quite a while.
He's sitting in a booth right now. He has a healthy shake, only hald consumed, in front of him. His hands are around the glass and he's staring in to it as if it might contain all the answers to the universe.
The other side of the booth is apparently unoccupied, but he's talking across the table, as if someone is there.
He's sitting in a booth right now. He has a healthy shake, only hald consumed, in front of him. His hands are around the glass and he's staring in to it as if it might contain all the answers to the universe.
The other side of the booth is apparently unoccupied, but he's talking across the table, as if someone is there.
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Sep. 27th, 2006 08:09 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.com[OOM: August 20, 1996. Murphy's been acting odd. Connor wants to know why.]
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Sep. 22nd, 2006 08:15 pmlvpd_sidleSara is keeping to a shadowed booth this evening.
She's drinking coffee and looking over to where the door should be.
But it isn't. And that only compounds her irritation.
She's drinking coffee and looking over to where the door should be.
But it isn't. And that only compounds her irritation.
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May. 5th, 2006 07:37 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comTwo brothers in a booth.
Neither one wanting to say anything just yet.
[plotlocked, with possibility of slowtime in a little bit.]
Neither one wanting to say anything just yet.
[plotlocked, with possibility of slowtime in a little bit.]
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Apr. 17th, 2006 03:50 pmlvpd_sidleThe front door opens and a CSI comes in, looking around in surprise and delight.
It has been one day, bar time, since Angel and the others visited her in the hospital.
But for Sara, it has been three weeks. Most of the bruises have faded and the cuts have healed.
She takes a seat in her normal booth, ordering coffee.
It has been one day, bar time, since Angel and the others visited her in the hospital.
But for Sara, it has been three weeks. Most of the bruises have faded and the cuts have healed.
She takes a seat in her normal booth, ordering coffee.
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Apr. 13th, 2006 07:50 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comAbout ten minutes ago, there was a young man who came down to the bar and received a note.
Currently, he's out at the stone wall, shooting at various bottles and cans.
His hands are shaking slightly.
Currently, he's out at the stone wall, shooting at various bottles and cans.
His hands are shaking slightly.
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Apr. 10th, 2006 08:58 pmsaint-veritas.livejournal.comIt's a rare entrance post, documenting a rareolder MacManus twin in the bar. With a slice of bread and a glass of tea, sitting near the fire, wearing a sweater that kind of takes away from the fact he's lost so much weight. He's friendly enough, so stop by and say hello.
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Apr. 10th, 2006 12:46 pmlvpd_sidleLatest victim: twelve-year-old caucasian female. Reason for abduction: punishing the father.
Sara hasn't slept for three days now.
The bar isn't giving her anymore coffee.
Anyone feel brave enough to tell her to put the files down?
Sara hasn't slept for three days now.
The bar isn't giving her anymore coffee.
Anyone feel brave enough to tell her to put the files down?
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Apr. 1st, 2006 05:19 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.com[immediately following this-]
"WHAT TH' FUCK?!"
The shout echoing through the bar is courtesy of a short haired young woman in jeans, black t-shirt - and possessing a few tattoos that two other patrons would recognize as belonging to their brother.
"WHAT TH' FUCK?!"
The shout echoing through the bar is courtesy of a short haired young woman in jeans, black t-shirt - and possessing a few tattoos that two other patrons would recognize as belonging to their brother.
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Mar. 19th, 2006 07:52 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.com[OOM: Backdated to yesterday, two hungover twins discuss an idea on how to pay off their own bartabs and the fact that one of them will be leaving in the near future.]
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Mar. 12th, 2006 04:03 pmlvpd_sidleSara wanders downstairs, getting a cup of coffee and a sandwich from the Bar. She curls up in a chair by a fireplace.
She might look moody, but she really isn't.
She might look moody, but she really isn't.
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Feb. 21st, 2006 09:58 amlvpd_sidle[After he leaves.]
Sara Sidle is curled up on a couch, clutching a bright costume to her chest.
She is sobbing her heart out. And making no sound.
[ooc: Only people Sara knows, say thankya. She's not in any shape to be making new acquaintances. Also, slowtime between 11:00am CST and 2:00pm CST for class.]
Sara Sidle is curled up on a couch, clutching a bright costume to her chest.
She is sobbing her heart out. And making no sound.
[ooc: Only people Sara knows, say thankya. She's not in any shape to be making new acquaintances. Also, slowtime between 11:00am CST and 2:00pm CST for class.]
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Jan. 21st, 2006 06:45 pmsaint-veritas.livejournal.comHe desn't get many entrance posts anymore. That hardly means his mun has forgotten about him.
That said, there is a MacManus inna bar. Drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.
He's friendly enough, so don't hesitate to say hello. You may not get the chance again for a while.
That said, there is a MacManus inna bar. Drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.
He's friendly enough, so don't hesitate to say hello. You may not get the chance again for a while.
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Jan. 4th, 2006 05:12 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comMurphy, in the chair by the fire, with a cup of coffee.
The mun has no idea how long he's been there.
The mun has no idea how long he's been there.
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Dec. 28th, 2005 08:01 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comWell, here's someone we haven't seen in the bar for a while.
Probably has something to do with that faint rasp in his breathing.
Murphy, in a chair by the fire, sleeping.
Probably has something to do with that faint rasp in his breathing.
Murphy, in a chair by the fire, sleeping.
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Nov. 6th, 2005 08:31 pmsaint-veritas.livejournal.comHe's showered and eaten a very light meal of soup and crackers,a nd he's downstairs now, in the bar, trying to write a note to put up on the baord asking for Dr Malcolm Crowe to contact him. He's got several balled up drafts scattered around him, but he will ge the note written and posted before he goes back upstairs.
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Oct. 24th, 2005 07:39 pmsaint-veritas.livejournal.comConnorhas been holding on to a piece of paper for several days. It's addressed to Murphy, so Bar either gave it to him by mistake, or gave it to him so he could give it to his brother. He forgot about it, until he sat down ffor dinner and felt something in his pocket. He flipped the envelope over and over in his hands, eyes scanning the bar for Murphy.
No sign of him, and the envelope had come partly opened already. Connor wanted to know what the note said, and knew Murphy would show him anyway, so why not take a peek now? He eased the rest of the envelope open and tugged the paper out.
I'm gone. Not sureif when I'll be back. Take care, for what it's worth.
-Sara
He read the words several times, trying to digest their meaning. The vague, implied meaning. Sara was gone? Really gone? From the tone of the letter and the indentation of ehr writing on the paper, Connor could tell she was upset when she wrote it. Upset with Murphy? Take care, for what it's worth For what it's worth.
Connor scratched the back of his head and muttered a string of curses in Gaelic and Russian and Spanish and Italian all run together and overlapping.
No sign of him, and the envelope had come partly opened already. Connor wanted to know what the note said, and knew Murphy would show him anyway, so why not take a peek now? He eased the rest of the envelope open and tugged the paper out.
I'm gone. Not sure
-Sara
He read the words several times, trying to digest their meaning. The vague, implied meaning. Sara was gone? Really gone? From the tone of the letter and the indentation of ehr writing on the paper, Connor could tell she was upset when she wrote it. Upset with Murphy? Take care, for what it's worth For what it's worth.
Connor scratched the back of his head and muttered a string of curses in Gaelic and Russian and Spanish and Italian all run together and overlapping.
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Oct. 15th, 2005 08:03 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comIt's gotten dark out.
Much too dark for target practice.
Just as well - Murphy hasn't been doing any shooting since talking with his sister the other day.
Instead, he's sitting out on the stone wall. Has been for a while now.
Much too dark for target practice.
Just as well - Murphy hasn't been doing any shooting since talking with his sister the other day.
Instead, he's sitting out on the stone wall. Has been for a while now.
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Oct. 5th, 2005 08:15 pmsaint-veritas.livejournal.comLong time no entry post.
One Irish vigilante in a booth. With a protien shake and toast, because that's about all he can keep own these days.
He'd promised Sara he would try to find that doctor she'd suggested. Malcom Crowe He'd thought about asking around, or posting a notice on the bulletin board. He just hadn't gotten around to it.
One Irish vigilante in a booth. With a protien shake and toast, because that's about all he can keep own these days.
He'd promised Sara he would try to find that doctor she'd suggested. Malcom Crowe He'd thought about asking around, or posting a notice on the bulletin board. He just hadn't gotten around to it.
