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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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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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May. 6th, 2006 08:08 amsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comThere's a young man, duffle bag in hand, opening the door to find a vaguely familiar alley waiting.
No more delaying.
Murphy MacManus takes a deep breath and walks out of Milliways.
The door closes behind him with an almost inaudible click.
No more delaying.
Murphy MacManus takes a deep breath and walks out of Milliways.
The door closes behind him with an almost inaudible click.
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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. 30th, 2006 08:12 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comIrish Catholic fraternal twin out at the stone wall.
Has been for a while now, though you wouldn't know it from the number of intact targets.
Has been for a while now, though you wouldn't know it from the number of intact targets.
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lvpd_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 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 06:36 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFor a moment, when the front door opens from Antar, Faith is standing in the doorway, bling-bling on her hand, looking perfectly normal and unaffected by the day's insanity.
But only for a moment.
Then, there's a little girl standing there instead, the bling falling off her tiny hand. She catches it - her reflexes aren't Slayer-fast, not anymore, but she's good enough for that - and stares at it, and her hand, for a second, before breaking into a spurt of foul language that no child that age should know.
She's still Faith, under the cute. Just...very, very young. Eight or nine, perhaps. It's hard for her to be sure.
Young enough, anyway, that Bar refuses to give her alcohol, and instead provides her with...
"Milk. Cute. Real cute. I hate this holiday."
But only for a moment.
Then, there's a little girl standing there instead, the bling falling off her tiny hand. She catches it - her reflexes aren't Slayer-fast, not anymore, but she's good enough for that - and stares at it, and her hand, for a second, before breaking into a spurt of foul language that no child that age should know.
She's still Faith, under the cute. Just...very, very young. Eight or nine, perhaps. It's hard for her to be sure.
Young enough, anyway, that Bar refuses to give her alcohol, and instead provides her with...
"Milk. Cute. Real cute. I hate this holiday."
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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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Mar. 5th, 2006 05:16 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comSo one year ago today, an Irish Catholic vigilante first found himself in a bar at the end of the universe.
Right now he's in the usual booth, in the middle of his latest cup of coffee, and trying very hard not to look in the direction of the door.
Right now he's in the usual booth, in the middle of his latest cup of coffee, and trying very hard not to look in the direction of the door.
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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. 18th, 2006 12:17 pmlvpd_sidleThere is a Sara.
She is in the Bar.
Mun is out of entrance post ideas.
Bother.
[ooc: Class in 45 minutes. Will return 1.4 hrs afterwards.]
She is in the Bar.
Mun is out of entrance post ideas.
Bother.
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Jan. 18th, 2006 07:47 amsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comThere's an insomniac online hungover Irishman carefully making his way down the stairs and over to the bar.
You'd think he would have learned his lesson the last time drinks were on the house.
...okay, he did avoid the purple thing this time, but still.
You'd think he would have learned his lesson the last time drinks were on the house.
...okay, he did avoid the purple thing this time, but still.
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Jan. 11th, 2006 07:38 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comLet's see.
Pepsi, paradoxes, and - as he's finally stopped coughing up his lungs - cigarettes.
The mun's shaking her head disapprovingly, but Murphy's going to do what he wants regardless.
So for the moment-
MacManus in a booth; smoking, eating, and possibly people watching.
Pepsi, paradoxes, and - as he's finally stopped coughing up his lungs - cigarettes.
The mun's shaking her head disapprovingly, but Murphy's going to do what he wants regardless.
So for the moment-
MacManus in a booth; smoking, eating, and possibly people watching.
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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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Dec. 3rd, 2005 05:37 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comMacManus snoozing in a chair by the fire.
Mun running low on creativity, it seems.
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Nov. 20th, 2005 05:06 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comMacManus.
Booth.
Dead (not literally, mind you) to the bar.
Booth.
Dead (not literally, mind you) to the bar.
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Nov. 13th, 2005 09:43 pmsaint-aequitas.livejournal.comDark haired twin out at the stone wall.
At least he had enough sense to take his coat with him this time.
At least he had enough sense to take his coat with him this time.
