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|Friday, May 11th, 2007|
Pogue and Tyler, open.Where:
Sometime after all of these threads. Nearing the end of October I guess.Why:
I'm bored...( Going up?Collapse ) Current Mood: confused
|Tuesday, April 17th, 2007|
|Saturday, April 14th, 2007|
|Thursday, April 12th, 2007|
|Sunday, April 8th, 2007|
: Angel, TylerWhen
: Some (Random) enchanted eveningWhere
: The Bronze
The Bronze was so packed with young adults but it still seemed so lonely. Buffy wasn’t there and, as far as Angel was concerned, that was the only girl that mattered.
The girl he cared about could only see Angelus when she looked in his eyes. It was a curse having her see his darker half and he knew that it would take longer than a normal human life span to get over the things he’d done as Angelus. The only person he knew who saw Angelus as what it had been - a mistake - had been one of the new guys from Ipswich.
Speaking of the devil, so to speak, Angel’s mouth dropped open just slightly. He’d spotted Tyler Simms, the attractive and incredibly kind young witch, only yards away. He straightened out his jacket a bit, worrying for just a moment about his physical appearance, then casually approaching the boy in question.
“Tyler?” He spoke the name trying to sound nonchalant.
|Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007|
|Sunday, April 1st, 2007|
Where:Outside the school
Tyler checked his phone before heading out of the school, he felt kinda out of it now that he had no major projects to work on as of this afternoon. The auditions were done and his hair and apartment were coloured and somewhat to his liking. I hate pink hair...
He liked the colour Pogue had picked for him to paint the place, but his hair on the other hand. He wasn't too happy with the train wreck that had happened with it. Staring up at the clouds Tyler made his way to the school's courtyard deeming it too nice of a day to hurry up and lock himself inside his apartment to do his work. I wonder what Reid's up to? I dun think I've seen him since we got here.
|Friday, March 30th, 2007|
|Tuesday, March 27th, 2007|
|Sunday, March 25th, 2007|
Its not his Day at all
Who: Reid... whomever comes his way.
Where: His apt... 425 Tremont Ave...somewhere near campus.
When: Monday... mid afternoon?
Reid was getting a little tiered of this game, he'd been looking for his english text book for the last three hours. His fingers flexed as he tried to will down the urge to just use. It would be a hell of a lot more easier and would cut back his time. "All right you, just give me back my book and we can part ways." he spoke to in a general direction. Current Mood: irritated
|Saturday, March 24th, 2007|
|Friday, March 23rd, 2007|
|Sunday, March 18th, 2007|
Who: Pogue ::nods:: And anyone else you would like to pop in
Where: Ty's apartment
When: Erm I dunno? Lateish?
Tyler kicked at one of the four paint buckets he bought, today hadn't been one of his most decisive days ever. As long as it gets rid of that creepy stain I don't care if my rooms turns out neon pink!
He plopped down on his couch watching the clock on his tv he figured he would dye his hair while he tried to decide which colour to use on his room. Now what am I gonna dye my hair?
Again not one of Tyler's most decisive days ever, while he was out shopping for different paint he went and bought a bleaching kit and a few other colours of dye. He shook his head trying to get rid of the annoying itch but not wanting to get the bleach on his hands. "Fucking a!" Current Mood: artistic
|Friday, March 16th, 2007|
|Thursday, March 15th, 2007|
Haunted homes, Sunnydale Edition
: Pogue and anyone who might tag along with himWhere
: Glen Oak Apartment Complexes - Kate’s new homeWhen
: The day after this housewarming party
Kate stood outside of her apartment. She bent over, flipping her hair with her so she could more easily wring the water out of it. It seemed that her apartment came with the perks of a pool and she needed to let loose one way or another, so she’d gone for a swim. She stood up again, breezing into her unlocked apartment, careful not to drip chlorinated water on the carpet.
Once the door was closed behind her she let the damp towel fall from around her body and she walked around in her bikini. The bikini was so small it might not have even counted as an article of clothing. It was her sole reason for getting cosmetic waxing all over her body and she loved it.
She smiled and went about her business, stopping to look in her bedroom. Her pleasant expression vanished and she looked slightly pissed when she saw that the framed poster of flowers she’d put just above the headboard of her bed had fallen onto the bed again. She fumbled with the wire on the back of the frame and just hung it again, but almost immediately it slipped off of the nail she’d hammered into the wall.
“The hell…” She muttered. Kate lifted the poster to hang it again but she was pushed backwards from some force. It wasn’t wind. Wind doesn’t push
you around. She huffed stubbornly, deciding it was some sort of muscle twitch, and lifted the frame again only to be pushed, this time harder and shoving her almost completely off of the bed.
Kate stood up, leaving her poster resting on her pillow. Honestly, she was afraid, thinking that this would turn out like the movie Entity
with some supernatural force assaulting her and push her around. Well
, She huffed, thinking to herself. Nothing is going to push me around in this screwed up town.
She crawled again up to the headboard of her bed, lifting the poster up, but she was pushed away once more. Kate practically growled with frustration.
“I don’t know what you are but you are not
going to fuck with ME.”
Her gaze traveled all over the room as she couldn’t pin point where this thing was exactly.
The closet door across the bed from her flung open, then shut, then open again and kept repeating that cycle, the force put into the movement of the door increasing until the mirror on the front of the door shattered. Kate’s eyes widened and she went from pissed to frightened in one second flat.
Her vanity shook and the cosmetics setting on it fell over, rolling about with many of them landing on the carpet. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle any scared noises coming from it.
She quickly scrambled to the kitchen wall where a phone was set up. Although her thoughts were going a mile-a-minute she remembered Pogue’s new phone number and she dialed it as quickly as was possible. Current Mood: scared
Who: Caleb and Pogue
Where: Pogue's apartment
When: Sunday, 17th September 2006, 1ish (Damned dates... yay for Windows!!!)
Warnings: Uh... flangst. Smut?( Use My BodyCollapse )
|Sunday, March 11th, 2007|
Buffy and absolutely anyone and everyone (with a special invite to charming Pogue if he feels so inclined)Where:
September 16th, noon-ish
Buffy would never be mistaken for a teacher's pet. No matter how many hours she devoted to geometry and English she knew she could never match the lofty achievements Willow seemed destined for. She knew this; knew all of her limitations when it came to academics. Still, it was with grim determination that she faced her History homework today. A thin line of consternation appeared between her eyebrows as she stared down at the textbook, trying to disentangle the unfamiliar names and locations from the incredibly dry prose.
Quickly losing interest in the account of the Great Depression, Buffy surveyed her fellow students scattered about the available tables, all of whom seemed equally disinterested in academics this afternoon. She began to tap her pencil in a steady, staccato rhythm against the table, seemingly more interested in that than in memorizing FDR's new deal proposals. If her nervous habits disturbed the students around her, Buffy was utterly oblivious, staring off into the distance, her textbook momentarily forgotten.