milliways_bar | Entries tagged with doyle (lkh)

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

It's early afternoon.

Somehow, somewhere, some magical person has effected a change.

The sun is not warm; it's hot.

The lake is not frozen; it's the temperature of water which has been warming under the sun for a summer.

The grass is green.

In the expanse of lawn between the bar and the water, there is a smallish bar set up; patrons can help themselves, or bartenders can suck up by manning it. Adjacent to that bar are tables, laden with food: hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwurst, chicken, spicy black bean burgers, potato salad, corn on the cob...

You get the picture.

So come on out. The sun won't stay like this forever.

futures_of_ash

Fresh air was a must! It was necessary for the health, and since tennis seemed to be out of the question, and the gym was too far away for her to reach in the small time she allowed herself...so, she was power walking. Yes, complete with pedometer and her travel mug full of chai. She was back in spandex, but work out approved, high end spandex!

And she was power walking around the lake.

Bother at will.

[Slow sadly now due to errands]

futures_of_ash

Rachel looks...better than she had. Rested at least, and for a change she's actually eating. Real food even! In between bites she's reading a book she snagged from Arithon.

Of course, she's sprawled out on the floor in an out of the way corner as she does so, but hey, it's Rachel.

female-were.livejournal.com

Three very different people are in the bar tonight. Spread out, because they don't know each other.

Raina is curled up in a booth, knees up to her chest and slightly resting on the table in front of her. There's a magazine resting on her knees, because it creates the perfect resting spot for the magazine. There are two plates sitting on her table. One is empty except for small traces of blood; steak: 0 Raina: 1. The second one is smaller and has green things(lettuce) on it. Green things(lettuce) I say! The green things(lettuce) have red things(tomato) and other green things(cucumber) with it. All of this odd food has a light vinegar dressing on it. The smaller plate is slowly being munched on as she reads through her magazine, though she wouldn't object to company.

- - -

Over by the fire, in a comfy chair, sits a man. This man has long white hair that has been pulled into a ponytail. Said ponytail has taken up one arm of the chair, and trailed a little towards the floor. Said man is dressed in black clothing and not that horrible, itchy general uniform he's known for wearing. Oh, right should probably give the name of said man, Kunzite.

He might be up for conversation, or confrontation. Pending on who you are and if he knowshas history with you.

- - -

Our third man is out by the lake. And by the sword work and way he fades in and out of shadow as he moves he should need no introduction. But we'll give one anyway. Doyle is practicing sword work out by the lake. A small sheen of sweat can be caught by moonlight, and tells that he's been out here for a while.

Come out and watch, or strike up conversation. You'd be amazed at his multi-tasking skills!

[please make sure to say which you are tagging. And blame any weirdness in the intros on Monster Energy]

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

Doyle makes his way down the stairs and into the bar proper. It's been a while since he's made himself available for...anything really. But, he's here, at least for now. He's dressed casually enough with a black T and slacks, and a sheathed sword in his hand.

His intentions are practice out by the lake, but first? Breakfast. Which would explain him stopping at the bar to put in an order and then the waitrat carrying his food as he settles in a booth. Eggs, bacon, and some toast with a nice hot cup of tea.

Feel free to catch him before he goes out to the lake. He might even offer bacon.

futures_of_ash

Look, there's a Rachel out by the lake. Anyone suprised? They shouldn't be.

She's about to go swimming, any one want a word before she's off?

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

Doyle's lounging in a booth. There's a mug of tea in front of him and a dark wooded bow next to him. He's planning on going out for a bit of practice this morning. Though he wouldn't object to conversation before he goes out.

latino_menace

OOM: The offer was accepted.

Ramon enters the bar from out back, casual as anything. Not that he feels he has anything to hide, he did nothing that wasn't asked for.

The only mark of violence on him is split knuckles, but they're bad enough for him to request an ice pack when he asks bar to return his laptop. The computer is freely given but nothing else. He sighs, and points out that he just gave the man what he wanted - to no effect. So he just orders a bottle of tequila, downs a couple of painkillers and heads to a booth to get some work done. Enough small distractions tonight, he feels. Although a moment is taken to clean blood off the butt of his gun.

[OOC: Warnings for moderate violence in the OOM.]

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

Doyle has been absent from the bar for a good amount of time. Longer than he had intended. But he's back without fail. Just have to get the Sithin to listen when you ask for a specific door really.

He's currently lounging in a booth, two bows and a quiver of arrows on the table in front of him, as well as food. He should probably be looking for the person he's giving the bows to, but he's being a little lazy.

Are you the person the bows will soon belong to? Curious about why he has the bows? Feel free to stop by and question.

latino_menace

One tanned and chilled Latino drug lord-cum-terrorist, sprawled over a sofa reading a Portuguese newspaper. He looks entirely happy and relaxed with the world - feel free to enjoy the calm. Or ruin it, whichever works.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

Doyle is lounging on a couch by the fire. And, since by lounge we mean taking up the full couch, he's barefoot. He's listening to the bar, not watching it. The shadows around him are also flickering, as he's still testing out his new powers.

Over in a booth far from the couch, sits Aubrey. He's watching people like they're food. Which, since he's a vampire, is very true in his eyes. He has a glass of alcohol in front of him though he's not sure what it is. He didn't ask for something specific, and doesn't really care either.

Tag either, they are both up for company.

futures_of_ash

Rachel...is inside today. She's already been out on the lake, and now she seems to have a new project, or so most would assume. She sitting on the floor with a handful of sand. Not the stony scree of the lakeshore, but white, light catching beach sand.

It's slowly sifting through her fingers to the floor by her knee, her eyes intent upon each grain as it pools in gentle piles, and something in how it falls has her smiling softly.

She's open to distraction of course.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

Doyle's in bar. At a booth with a salad and a cup of tea. His long hair is braided and curled up on the booth seat next to him, which means that his pointed, hoop encased ears are very visible. He's also got the shoulder holster and gun on, though he's been kind enough to semi-hide it under an open button down shirt. Makes it not obvious, but anyone who knows wat they're looking for will see it.

He's also got a book open and reading. Though he wouldn't be closed to company.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

Doyle moved through the Sithin. He was looking for the Queen, which was proving a little more difficult today as the Sithin seemed to be moving rooms around more than usual. He took a corner and paused at the door that was there blocking his path.

Opening it, he stepped in, and into Milliways. He gave a glance back, his hand going to the black hilt of his sword. At the sight that the door was still there, he stilled his hand and took a glance around the bar. He is dressed in black jeans and a black shirt, his sword at his waist. He's also wearing a shoulder holster complete with gun, both black. Wouldn't want to spoil the color scheme here.

Giving a small shrug and deciding to take advantage of the unexpected appearance of Milliways he moved over to the bar. He pulled out a wallet and enough cash to pay off his tab before picking up his room key. He then makes his way over to the couch, to where he stretches out comfortably.

Feel free to poke the armed Fae.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There was a door when Doyle came down to the bar last night. He might have taken it then, but he wanted one more night of peace before returning to Court.

So Doyle is dressed exactly how he came in several months ago. His main sword in clear view. He pauses at the bar for a brief moment to have her hold his key for him. Because he's confident that he'll be back.

And, once that is done, he's through the door and into his world to deal with traitors and royalty.

latino_menace

It occured to Ramon today that he's supposed to be looking for someone to help Nita out, and so, he came to the bar. Bah.

As it turns out, sprawling on an armchair with a newspaper is much more fun. He's starting to get used to being lazy. This? Is not a good thing. So please annoy at will.

Current Location: Oooh location box!

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There's a dark Fae taking up a couch over by the fire. His ankle length hair is braided and curled up on the floor by his head, because laying on a braid just isn't comfortable. The shadows around him are flickering. Yes. Flickering. They grow dense and then sparse, and back again, as he's plying a little with his powers. There's also a steel sword resting against the couch by his feet, because sooner or later he'll be getting up to practice outside.

Feel free to question the Fae about the sword, or the shadows, or both.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was currently finishing up his letters to alert people to Ramon, and his threats to himself and his mum. Part of him wanted to take care of this himself. No, this was now Security matter, and furthermore, a personal matter. The now-pygmy owl, former chick known as Martin, his pet, was on his shoulder, and hooting to himself.

He was reading over them a few times, and considering sending them in. He was also keeping alert for any threats, or anybody he needed to speak with. Or anybody with useful information for that matter.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

Doyle's lounging on a couch by the fire. His eyes are closed, though he's not really sleeping. He's fully aware of what is around him. And while his eyes are closed, he wouldn't mind an interruption.

latino_menace

Ramon's in the bar early, despite wishing he was still upstairs. But, things to do, and there are reasons why it's not a good idea to have weapons in his room right now. Something to do with the company.

Anyway, he's cleaning three pistols, a rifle and his sword. Bit tricky when one arm is virtually out of action but hey, he's got time and nothing else to do right now. Distractions would be welcome though.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There's a dark shadowed cat lounging in front of the fire. He's not curled up into a ball, but rather spread out so that he looks as long as he is. His dark kitty eyes are closed in a content expression as he enjoys the heat of the fire.

Come poke at the shadowed kitty.

somnium-sum.livejournal.com

This glorious day to squeeze, save, and shelve
Sitting at a table with two corked and sealed bottles.
in dandelion wine, fermented, distilled, stocked.
And down to one, the red waxen seal had been broken and he used a knife to spear the cork out. The dandelion wine is being drunk out of a Mason jelly jar, because it seems to be the only way he can enjoy it.
Cellar will shelter, protect, and secure
His eyes are on his door, and he appears content.
deep joy. Preserve, keep, lock.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There's a dark fae out by the lake. He's got a sword in hand, the steel one not one of his magic blades. The darker it gets with the sun setting the more he blends into the shadows, only the silver of the earrings on his ears and the sword appearing very clearly. He's moving gracefully and with a practiced ease from form to form.

Come interrupt him, as he's been out here for a while and could use the distraction.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There's a dark fae sitting on a couch by the fire. He's surprisingly taking up very little of the couch, curled up on one end of it quite comfortably. And he's reading. The book is black though if you can catch a glimpse of the cover the silver script will read Poems by Robert Frost.

Come poke at the fae, he's reading poetry which means he's relaxed.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There's a shadowed fae in a booth with a bowl of soup. His hair is braided and sitting on the booth next to him, giving a good view of the pointed ears with all those silver hoops. There's a steel sword in sheath leaning against the seat, because he's been out practicing.

Come talk to the dark fae. He's fairly friendly now days.