[identity profile] randomsbastard.livejournal.com
With the exception of a distinct lack of bleeding side wounds, Martin has exactly what he first entered the bar with. A couple of bags, an attitude, the works.

Alright, he's added a leggy werewolf bitch, and a moderate amount of other things. So maybe not exactly what he entered the bar with.

Sure as hell what he's leaving with, though.

They would have just walked out the door if Martin hadn't sent a note to Random explaining that they were leaving. He did though, because time lines, fights, and more bad feelings than you can shake a stick at don't mean that there isn't a blood tie.

His arm is loosely wrapped around Raina's waist.

((Two-pup exit post, ladies and gents. After this one they're going to be retired.))
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina is a little late on Christmas, but they she's never really cared about celebrating the holiday before. And even more rare, is the whole her giving gifts part. But, despite the lateness of it, she's giving this year.

Carrying three small packages down from her room, she sets them on Bar. "Please deliver these." They disappear into the bar and with a content nod, she disappears back upstairs.

They are addressed as followed:
Martin, ) Random & Ramon, ) Jason )
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Elizabeth and Raina are up.

Well, sort of up in Elizabeth's case. And by up we mean that she's made it from her room to the couches. From there she's stretched out and might possibly be napping again. She's aware of her surroundings, even though her eyes are closed.


Raina is over in a booth eating breakfast. A large plate of sausage, bacon, eggs, and fruit sits in front of her. She's doing her best to put a rather large dent on it. The food isn't her main focus. The pen and catalog seem to be. She's making small marks next to a few items in said catalog.

Either are open for company. Just say who your tagging.
[identity profile] randomsbastard.livejournal.com
Even the most casual of glances at the life of Martin, bastard son of Random of Amber, would see a trail of blood loss and blithe carelessness of the integrity of skin (his and that of other people) a mile wide.

Which is not to say that he takes his hobby as an EMT lightly, just that if you're in his way he'll incapacitate you and then patch you up all pretty.

Regardless, the idea of him as a yuppie is enough of a terrifying thought that there is no argument when he asks for the usual assortment of dead animal, salad, and coffee (black, still boiling).

This player sure as hell isn't going to try to make him be a yuppie.
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina is in a booth. She has a large plate of pancakes, bacon, and sausage in front of her, with a nice size dent in all the food. It should really be wrong for someone so small to be able to eat so much food. She's multitasking while she eats though. Meaning that she's going through an herb seed catalog while she eats.

She gives a small glance around the bar while she takes a drink from her orange juice. Company, she might appreciate. Just maybe.
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
There are two lycanthropes in the bar. Are they aware of each other? Most likely. Old aquaintences can't really be forgotten with the history these two have. But they are ignoring each other.

Raina is sitting at a booth with a large bowl of caramel popcorn. She's catalog shopping. Mainly. There's also a stack of paperwork in files that need to be attended to eventually. But currently, she's doing some finger shopping.

Elizabeth is over by the fireplace, making sure to take up a nice large portion of the couch she's on. You wouldn't think someone so petite would be able to take up so much room, but she's part cat. And cats have a nice way of stretching over all available surfaces.

Neither would object to company. Just makes sure to note who your giving your company to.

Full Moon!

Nov. 5th, 2006 08:24 pm
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
If you go out in the woods tonight
You’re sure of a big surprise.


Out in the forest, there’s a large wereleopard roaming the forest. Elizabeth loves this form as much as her human form, if not a little more at times. There’s a little more sense of freedom when you have a whole forest at your pads and claws. As well as a whole species of rabbit to hunt.

The only thing truly missing? Friends to hunt with. But, she’s happy to be back in this forest none the less.

If you go out in the woods tonight
You’d better go in disguise.


And, over near the lake, is a rather large wolf. Raina will head into the forest for hunting soon enough. Currently, she’s just enjoying being in this skin. The ripple of muscle from just running. As well, she's enjoying the scents of the forest. She'll never grow old of the different scents, and how much more accurately she can pick them up while wolf.


For every were that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because...

Tonight’s the night the werewolves have their full moon.


[ooc: Both are far from each other, so mention who you're tagging. Also, mun only has about an hour before she'llis be kicked. So, anything after that becomes slowtime, though anyone that wants to tag someone else, feel free to make it a party thread!]
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina's still in the bar. Same booth as earlier too, and it's still littered with paperwork. Only real difference is that instead of salad, she's moved on to a rather large ice cream sundae, with the chocolate that hardens when it hits the ice cream on top. She might be willing to share, if asked nicely. After all, no small woman such as herself can finish off that much ice cream...right?
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina's in a booth. No, not the same one from yesterday. Though, it does have the same paperwork on it. If not a little less, because the stacks become more organized and not so much all over as she works her way through them. The green stuff on a plate is back as well, till smothered under bacon. The coke is in hand and she's sipping it through a straw as she looks over the paper she's currently working on. She wouldn't be too put out if someone wanted to interrupt her though. She's probably been working on this far to long anyway.


And, outside sitting by the lake, is a vampire. Aubrey to be specific. He's watching the almost full moon over the lake, as well as its reflection on the lake. He's feed tonight, so he looks rather human, except for the lack of anything over the silk dress shirt he wears. He's contemplating going for a run, as a wolf. But company distraction would be appreciated.
[identity profile] do-you-fear-me.livejournal.com
[Despite having commented to two separate posts, he hasn't had a proper entrance. So here it is.]


Somewhere in the Darkened Area™ of Milliways is a Death Eater, staring at everyone as though they were pieces of meat.

And since a good portion of the bar populace are Muggles by one definition or another, a piece of meat is exactly what they are to this man.

He's smoking a cigarette and not caring about the as-yet-to-be-told-to-him bar rules forbidding violence.

And looking for someone in particular.




[Note #1: For [livejournal.com profile] gil_whimple chiefly but anyone's welcome really.

Note #2: It shouldn't have to be said, but Roddy's a consummate Death Eater. That means he's likely to use violence as a means to solve problems and feel better about using it too. If there's security about you might want to keep an eye on Rodolphus.

He is assuredly nothing like Rabastan.]
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Elizabeth is lounging on a couch by the fire. Her sock covered feet are propped up in the small table in front of her, and she has a laptop resting on her outstretched legs. She's playing a video game, particularly 'World of Warcraft'. The whole, quests and fighting with magic intrigue her. Though, to be fair she just started. Interested in what she's doing? She'd gladly share the addictionexperience.


And, far from the leopard, is the wolf. Raina's taken over a booth with a mess of papers. Mainly the paperwork she'd been slacking on for her cafe, as well as some newer paperwork for the club. So, with a small salad, with lots of bacon in it, and a coke she had decided to get around to finishing some of the work related stuff that comes with owning a business. Company wouldn't be objected to, so long as they minded the papers.

Tag either, just please make sure to note who you tag.
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina's still in the bar. And still in costume.

She's finally found a comfortable position that won't bother the wings while she reads. A.k.a. she's on the couch on her stomach, wings elegantly above her where they come out her back.

She wouldn't mind an interruption if someone wanted to provide it. Really.

P.S. if you get a good look at her book, ignore that she's reading about herbs.
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Halloween isn't one of Raina's preferred holidays. People dress up as the monsters that she lives her very life with. And, yea it's sometimes funny to find how far off people are in their imagination of those monsters, she usually avoids the costumes and children.

She had planned on a quiet day reading by the fire. The book in her hand proof of that, when she came down in a fluffy sweater and jeans, barefoot of course. What she hadn't expected was the change in her appearance upon entering the bar. Her cloths were replaced with a long black dress, cut extra low in the back for the extravagant black wings now coming out of her back. And her auburn locks are now the color of raven feathers.

She's blinking at the costume, amazed that she changed and, despite the hair and wings not so unhappy about it. She gives a small shake of her head as she moves further into the bar towards a couch. She has half a mind to retreat back upstairs, but she's decided to tough it out.

So, dark winged Raina is now sitting on a couch by the fire. Carefully we might add, as the wings make it a little odd.
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina's stretched out in front of the fire tonight. By stretched out, she's on her stomach, on the floor in front if the fire. Her jean clad legs are bent up and kicking idly back and forth, an almost unconscious motion. She's not sleeping or anything. She's reading, actually. Head bent down so her auburn hair hides most of the pages from view. There's a coke and a plate of fries next to her. Both are very slowly disappearing while she reads.

Despite the fact that she looks busy, she's giving off a slight welcoming feeling. She's up for company tonight, if the company would be willing to show up.
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Here's a scene that hasn't been in the bar in a while. Auburn haired werewolf with an army size meal, army sized meaning enough to feed a whole one, on the table in front of her. It's been a terribly long while since she's sat here like this. She's currently working on the steak, rare of course.

Feel free to ask her where she disappeared to. She might even tell you.
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
If you happen to be walking the bar you might just spot Raina.

The jean shorts and tank top are smudged with dirt, as is some of the skin that's showing. And her hair is loose and wind swept. To anyone observant, they should be able to pick up that she's spent a lot of time out in the forest.

She drops herself into a chair by the fire, and after ordering food from a waitrat watches the bar. And it's more animistic than it's been in a while.

Feel free to approach her though. She won't bite hard. Promise.
[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com
If you try to start a fight near or with him, Random will be very pissed off. Been enough of that recently, thank you.


Other than that, he's sociable enough. Turning the pages of a newspaper with unnecessary vehemence.

Said newspaper is written in greek, but that doesn't seem to bother him.



After a long, belated moment, something occurs to him.

"Happy birthday to me."
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina's currently inhabiting a couch. One leg thrown over the arm, the other over the back, and she's semi sprawled along the rest of it. The leg over the back of the couch is moving up and down to an unheard rhythm. She's got restless energy, and while she probably should run it off, she's glancing idly through a magazine.

Why the restless energy? Because she got a note with her magazine.

So feel free to poke the restless werewolf. And, if you bring food, well, that'd be even better.
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina's in the bar.

Specifically, over there in a chair by the fire. She'd pulled a small table over at one point and tried to distract herself with catalogs, which now litter said table. Some clothing, others weapons. Nothing like looking at long, shiny objects that cut skin oh so perfectly.

But, they've been abandoned. Instead, she's watching the bar in a way she hasn't in a while. Like the patrons are waking steaks.

Feel free to ask if you want to see one of the catalogs, or tell her to stop staring. She probably won't bite. Hard.
[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com
Life is full of goings and comings, of comings and goings.

Sometimes they're easy, sometimes they're hard, sometimes they heal you, sometimes they hurt you.

Coming back to the bar this time felt like nothing, Random thought, as though he was numb. Come and gone too much recently. So after six months, his time, spent in going, now he's come back.

The first thing he does is order tequila and settle down on a stool.
[identity profile] not-one-drop.livejournal.com
[Out by the lake, Mal is almost sucessful.]

There's a Mal out by the lake.

To be more specific, there's an unconscious Mal out by the lake, crumpled on the ground, blood (not her own) staining her mouth and lips. Half turned over in the grass, she's pretty hard to spot.

Perhaps she should be spotted.

[ooc: I came, I posted, I ordered other people to read before tagging. Danke.]
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
If your heading out towards the forest, you might notice the heavy scent of blood that's on the air. Faint closer towards the bar, stronger by the clearing that's become a bunny graveyard. Not one or two, but ten to twenty little bodies litter the clearing. Some eaten, some just killed for the purpose of killing.

Who committed this deed? Possibly the person that the bare leg hanging from that tree on the edge of the clearing belongs to. One of the small give aways being that it's streaked with blood.

Raina's lounging on a branch of the tree wearing jean shorts and an sweater. She's watching the forest from her perch. And if it's any clue from the dead bunnies, she's in a darker mood. Though, some of the mood has been cleared with all the deaths, even if they aren't human.

Feel free to just notice the clearing on your way through the forest. Or if you are a brave soul, feel free to try and approach her.
[identity profile] randomsbastard.livejournal.com
Martin walks into the bar covered in blood. This is not an unusual circumstance.

He isn't moving like he's injured. This ups the amount of weird in his appearance.

He then orders a bottle of scotch, lights a cigarette, and sits down to drink it, in no hurry. Eventually he'll need to find Security.

(Violence warnings apply to the link.)
[identity profile] female-were.livejournal.com
Raina's sitting in a booth again.

The catalogs are gone, replaced with plates of food. Eggs, sausage, bacon, waffles, fruit, any thing that's considered a normal American breakfast food can probably be found on this table right here. Gotta love the lycanthrope appetite.

No, you can't have the food. Yes, you can talk to the girl that is devouring the food.
Small Cambodian armies never ate this much!
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[OOM: After Martin of Amber and Mary-Anne Bell's Encounter, Martin's re-entry and confession, and Hank McCoy's search, Mary-Anne ends up in the Infirmary, where Hank performs emergency surgery and strains the advanced technology of the Infirmary and his own skills to the maximum. In the end, after hours of work, Mary-Anne, under heavy medication, is released. Warnings for blood, gore, violence, and other such things.]