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Mar. 11th, 2010 08:02 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
middle-name-s.livejournal.comThe end of February was not a great time for Harry; too many memories of the same time last year, when everything started to go wrong. He's an essentially level-headed person, though, and his funk has more or less subsided.
Maybe more rather than less: he's in the bar with something he hasn't brought out in a long time, his acoustic guitar. He hasn't touched it since the days when he played for Josie; now he's strumming and fiddling with a notebook. It's just possible he's trying to write a song, although if he is it's clearly slow going.
Possibly he's not very good at writing songs. The coffee helps. The coffee helps with everything.
Maybe more rather than less: he's in the bar with something he hasn't brought out in a long time, his acoustic guitar. He hasn't touched it since the days when he played for Josie; now he's strumming and fiddling with a notebook. It's just possible he's trying to write a song, although if he is it's clearly slow going.
Possibly he's not very good at writing songs. The coffee helps. The coffee helps with everything.
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Jan. 15th, 2010 05:35 pmnotaphony.livejournal.comIt's been a good while since Joan last made an appearance in the bar - apart from cutting through to find her own door and head on into work, of course.
The scars on the inside of her wrist are there, but fading. There's color in her cheeks again - a soft pinkish hue all there on its own, without any need of fake blush whatsoever. And there may be a small, contented smile on her lips as she enjoys a cup of coffee (decaf, since it's later in the evening) in front of the fireplace.
She's dressed down today, too. A cozy sweater and a pair of slacks make up her outfit, and her hair is actually down for once, red curls freefalling over her shoulders.
Reluctant to get up anytime soon, Joan starts glancing around for a waitrat when her mug starts to be in need of a refill.
[tiny tag: joan holloway, urquhart]
The scars on the inside of her wrist are there, but fading. There's color in her cheeks again - a soft pinkish hue all there on its own, without any need of fake blush whatsoever. And there may be a small, contented smile on her lips as she enjoys a cup of coffee (decaf, since it's later in the evening) in front of the fireplace.
She's dressed down today, too. A cozy sweater and a pair of slacks make up her outfit, and her hair is actually down for once, red curls freefalling over her shoulders.
Reluctant to get up anytime soon, Joan starts glancing around for a waitrat when her mug starts to be in need of a refill.
[tiny tag: joan holloway, urquhart]
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Dec. 25th, 2009 11:28 amnotaphony.livejournal.com[ Upstairs in Milliways, and out of:
Joan officially takes her leave from her world, and the bar - with a little help from the sheriff. ]
[ tiny tag: joan holloway]
Joan officially takes her leave from her world, and the bar - with a little help from the sheriff. ]
[ tiny tag: joan holloway]
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Dec. 19th, 2009 09:47 ammiddle-name-s.livejournal.comThe door opens to allow in a parka-clad figure, not so much dusted as caked with snow; the black cowboy hat is the worst victim. It looks frosted. The badge is a shiny gleam somewhere in all the white.
The man under it just looks tired. People in Twin Peaks (mostly) know how to deal with winter, but the first big blast still catches a lot of people off-guard every time, and this year it was a big one. Thank God he got Coop those snow chains.
("Call it an early Christmas present."
It's hard out there for a sheriff, and he'll be happy to warm up here before he goes out to face round two with the snowpocalypse. He foresees a large cup of coffee and a glazed donut in his future. Maybe two.
[OOC: With approval from Cooper-mun, naturally.]
The man under it just looks tired. People in Twin Peaks (mostly) know how to deal with winter, but the first big blast still catches a lot of people off-guard every time, and this year it was a big one. Thank God he got Coop those snow chains.
("Call it an early Christmas present."
"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't get you anything.")
It's hard out there for a sheriff, and he'll be happy to warm up here before he goes out to face round two with the snowpocalypse. He foresees a large cup of coffee and a glazed donut in his future. Maybe two.
[OOC: With approval from Cooper-mun, naturally.]
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Dec. 19th, 2009 08:18 amnotaphony.livejournal.comJoan's lost track of what time it is - or even what day it is - when she wakes in her own bed, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. A trip to the mirror confirms how terrible she feels and looks, her face completely devoid of any and all color, several of her red curls falling loose from the pins she's mysteriously lost.
She splashes some water on her face - there's a red stain on her face that she can't identify (smudged lipstick, perhaps?) - and changes her clothes with considerable effort before she makes her way down to the bar.
Joan curls up on a couch in front of the fireplace, but she can barely feel the warmth emanating from the flickering flames. Bar offers her tea - which she accepts - but twenty minutes pass and she's still holding the mug in her hands, staring blankly into the fire and trying to recall what's happened to put her in such a state.
(She still hasn't seen the marks on the inside of her wrist.)
[ tiny tags: joan holloway, vlad dracula, a gothic winter tale ]
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Dec. 6th, 2009 06:49 pmnotaphony.livejournal.comJoan's sitting at the bar tonight in an almost-off-the-shoulder black silk dress and jewelry that appears to be worth much more than it actually is. (There's only so much a girl can afford on a office manager's salary, after all.)
There's a drink resting in front of her, but so far tonight, she hasn't touched it.
Instead, she's staring off into space, trying to wrap her mind around the evening's events - and Carol's words, still echoing in her head (just think of me as a boy, Joanie).
She finally takes a sip of her drink.
Actually, it's more than a sip, but who's really watching?
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There's a drink resting in front of her, but so far tonight, she hasn't touched it.
Instead, she's staring off into space, trying to wrap her mind around the evening's events - and Carol's words, still echoing in her head (just think of me as a boy, Joanie).
She finally takes a sip of her drink.
Actually, it's more than a sip, but who's really watching?
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
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Dec. 2nd, 2009 07:49 pmnotaphony.livejournal.comThere's very little time that passes between the moment when Joan walks into the bar and the moment when she walks behind the bar.
(Apart from a small note written on a cocktail napkin, courtesy of Bar.)
HAPPY HOUR
Pink Squirrel Martini
Harpoon
Screwdriver
Mint Julep
In the meantime, she'll light a cigarette while she waits.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
[ ooc: sorry for the lateness! but better late than never, I always say. tag in, feel free to threadhop, et cetera! ]
(Apart from a small note written on a cocktail napkin, courtesy of Bar.)
Pink Squirrel Martini
Harpoon
Screwdriver
Mint Julep
In the meantime, she'll light a cigarette while she waits.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
[ ooc: sorry for the lateness! but better late than never, I always say. tag in, feel free to threadhop, et cetera! ]
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Nov. 27th, 2009 11:09 ammiddle-name-s.livejournal.comIt is not the day after Thanksgiving in Twin Peaks; if it was, Harry would be watching football.
It's just an ordinary day in November, and Harry Truman is back in the bar after work, enjoying a cup of coffee and idly half-reading the newspaper. He has some chores to get to around the house, but he also has some time to relax.
It's just an ordinary day in November, and Harry Truman is back in the bar after work, enjoying a cup of coffee and idly half-reading the newspaper. He has some chores to get to around the house, but he also has some time to relax.
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Nov. 25th, 2009 11:45 pmmiddle-name-s.livejournal.com[Out of Milliways and into Twin Peaks:
(Well, the surrounding counties.)
A weekend at the Lamplighter Inn
Tinytag: Joan Holloway]
(Well, the surrounding counties.)
A weekend at the Lamplighter Inn
Tinytag: Joan Holloway]
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Nov. 11th, 2009 09:51 ammiddle-name-s.livejournal.comHarry Truman slips into the bar and gets a cup of coffee, tossing his hat to one side and slumping over the bar. He looks tired but not unhappy; it's been a busy few days.
Right now, he just picked up an overnight shift Andy was originally supposed to take--the sudden arrival of little Dale has thrown everything into confusion. Coffee before falling over into bed is probably not the right move, but it might be hard to get him to see reason on that point.
Right now, he just picked up an overnight shift Andy was originally supposed to take--the sudden arrival of little Dale has thrown everything into confusion. Coffee before falling over into bed is probably not the right move, but it might be hard to get him to see reason on that point.
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Nov. 11th, 2009 12:14 ammiddle-name-s.livejournal.com[Out of Milliways and into Twin Peaks:
About two weeks ago.
Today: Dale Henry Brennan
Dale Henry Brennan was born November 11, 1990, at Calhoun Medical Center in Twin Peaks. He weighed 6 pounds, 1 ounce, and was 19 inches long. His parents are Andrew and Lucille Brennan of Twin Peaks. The grandparents are Donald and Marryann Brennan of Twin Peaks and Barbara Moran of Snoqualmie. ]
About two weeks ago.
Today: Dale Henry Brennan
Dale Henry Brennan was born November 11, 1990, at Calhoun Medical Center in Twin Peaks. He weighed 6 pounds, 1 ounce, and was 19 inches long. His parents are Andrew and Lucille Brennan of Twin Peaks. The grandparents are Donald and Marryann Brennan of Twin Peaks and Barbara Moran of Snoqualmie. ]
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Oct. 29th, 2009 01:27 pmnotaphony.livejournal.comEnter one particularly leggy redhead, using the time offered to her by Milliways to catch up on reading the last few chapters of Lady Chatterley's Lover.
The paperback itself is worn, clearly used. It's not hers, at any rate; Marge was kind enough to lend her copy, and occasionally, as Joan reads, she has to adjust to the idea of not glancing around to ensure someone isn't watching her first.
Back through Joan's door, in 1960, the book was originally banned for its particularly salacious content, and even as she reads here, she's cautious not to attract the wrong element.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway, ciel phantomhive ]
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The paperback itself is worn, clearly used. It's not hers, at any rate; Marge was kind enough to lend her copy, and occasionally, as Joan reads, she has to adjust to the idea of not glancing around to ensure someone isn't watching her first.
Back through Joan's door, in 1960, the book was originally banned for its particularly salacious content, and even as she reads here, she's cautious not to attract the wrong element.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway, ciel phantomhive ]
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Oct. 21st, 2009 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thursdays_angelPerplexed. Dismayed. Those two words neatly sum up Castiel’s countenance tonight.
He has finished putting together his model ship, and had moved on to making the water on which it will ultimately rest in its bottle. The instructions had been short and simple.
Materials: Putty. Blue oil paint.
Knead the paint into the putty until the color is evenly distributed.
The ball of putty is now a rich shade of ocean blue.
And so are Castiel’s hands.
Well. This is mildly problematic.
He has finished putting together his model ship, and had moved on to making the water on which it will ultimately rest in its bottle. The instructions had been short and simple.
Materials: Putty. Blue oil paint.
Knead the paint into the putty until the color is evenly distributed.
The ball of putty is now a rich shade of ocean blue.
And so are Castiel’s hands.
Well. This is mildly problematic.
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Oct. 21st, 2009 07:27 pmmiddle-name-s.livejournal.comHarry Truman looks very, very tired. This is why his stack of paperwork has for company a king-size cup of coffee and a jelly donut. His walkie-talkie is out, too, but that has less to do with his tiredness and more to do with his being in uniform.
***
Elsewhere, D'Hoffryn appears in the usual flash of blue flame; today he is not rocking the impaled look, but he is carrying a basketball-sized orb of dark glass. He gets himself a glass of an inky black liquor and a nice wriggly bowl of Rathskjull grubs and sits by the fire, watching something in the orb.
Occasionally, he laughs so hard he snorts grubs up his nose. He loves performance review time.
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Elsewhere, D'Hoffryn appears in the usual flash of blue flame; today he is not rocking the impaled look, but he is carrying a basketball-sized orb of dark glass. He gets himself a glass of an inky black liquor and a nice wriggly bowl of Rathskjull grubs and sits by the fire, watching something in the orb.
Occasionally, he laughs so hard he snorts grubs up his nose. He loves performance review time.
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Oct. 18th, 2009 06:55 pmmiddle-name-s.livejournal.comToday is an extraordinary day for Harry Truman, for a simple reason:
He slept in.
(The fact that he was up until four in the morning looking for drunk drivers might have something to do with that.)
At any rate, now he is awake and dressed--out of uniform for once, in a dark sweater over an Oxford shirt; Fall is coming on fast in Washington state--and he is rather comfortably situated on a stool, tying flies. His tacklebox is on the bar, near his coffee cup.
(Justice runs on caffeine. This is a fact all lawmen understand.)
[Tinytag: Joan Holloway]
He slept in.
(The fact that he was up until four in the morning looking for drunk drivers might have something to do with that.)
At any rate, now he is awake and dressed--out of uniform for once, in a dark sweater over an Oxford shirt; Fall is coming on fast in Washington state--and he is rather comfortably situated on a stool, tying flies. His tacklebox is on the bar, near his coffee cup.
(Justice runs on caffeine. This is a fact all lawmen understand.)
[Tinytag: Joan Holloway]
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Oct. 15th, 2009 12:41 ammiddle-name-s.livejournal.com[OOC: Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:
Harry Truman catches up with Twin Peaks' newest resident.]
Harry Truman catches up with Twin Peaks' newest resident.]
Happy Hour
Oct. 13th, 2009 07:09 pmjanebecomesJane is smiling as she finds the Bar, it has been a while and the days have been rather busy. Soon Laverton Fair will be upon them and she is rather looking forward to it. When she finds the note from Bar, she grins and soon writes on the board.
Specials
Hot Cider
Wine Punch
Tea
Then she settles herself behind the Bar and watches who goes by.
Hot Cider
Wine Punch
Tea
Then she settles herself behind the Bar and watches who goes by.
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Oct. 13th, 2009 05:13 pmmiddle-name-s.livejournal.comIt's been a good long time since Sheriff Harry Truman was in here, and to tell the truth, he hasn't missed it particularly. Not that he's one of the ones who hates the place; he just doesn't need much more than his own hometown.
Still, it never hurts to have a change of pace, and if he finds himself here, he figures he's probably supposed to be here. He's off-duty (if still in uniform, his badge pinned to his old flannel jacket and his sidearm on his hip) and a cup of coffee wouldn't go amiss.
Still, it never hurts to have a change of pace, and if he finds himself here, he figures he's probably supposed to be here. He's off-duty (if still in uniform, his badge pinned to his old flannel jacket and his sidearm on his hip) and a cup of coffee wouldn't go amiss.
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Oct. 13th, 2009 05:12 pmnotaphony.livejournal.comIt's Tuesday night, and while most of the other girls are out with creative, embarrassing themselves after one too many glasses of champagne, Joan is cleaning.
Which explains the casual attire, as well as the scarf keeping her red hair pulled back from her face. Oh, and it might be the reason for the smudge of dirt on her left cheek, despite the fact that her makeup remains flawless.
She's got a basket full of laundry in her arms when the door to her kitchen turns to Milliways instead, and with a sigh, she sets the basket just inside her apartment before the door itself closes.
"Well, I suppose I can take a hint," she murmurs, making sure to grab her pack of cigarettes before she takes a seat up at the bar.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
Which explains the casual attire, as well as the scarf keeping her red hair pulled back from her face. Oh, and it might be the reason for the smudge of dirt on her left cheek, despite the fact that her makeup remains flawless.
She's got a basket full of laundry in her arms when the door to her kitchen turns to Milliways instead, and with a sigh, she sets the basket just inside her apartment before the door itself closes.
"Well, I suppose I can take a hint," she murmurs, making sure to grab her pack of cigarettes before she takes a seat up at the bar.
[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]
