Nick
Rogue Werewolf
Reporter: LA Sun
Posts: 407
|
Post by Nick on Nov 29, 2006 23:11:52 GMT
“How’s this? If we don’t manage to find a place, we’ll switch out on buying rounds.” Nick was the sort who didn’t mind paying for such things- especially when the company was so nice. Which, when he thought about it, it never had been before. He very honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had actually willingly paid so often when it wasn’t just him involved. Lynnette was definitely a special case and that was only in the best possible way.
Knowing that he couldn’t let himself continue on that train of thought without giving something away- and how embarrassing would it be if she actually laughed at him?- he pulled to a stop at the mouth of the garage, watching traffic as it passed, waiting for a chance to safely join the rush of cars.
“Whether I’m optimistic or not usually depends on what the situation is and what sort of mood I’m in.” He glanced to her and shot her a grin. “Since I’m in a good mood, I guess I’m optimistic too."
|
|
Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
Posts: 374
|
Post by Lynnette on Nov 30, 2006 0:31:00 GMT
Listening to his suggestion, she gave a decisive nod of her head, one that made her loose blonde curls bounce around her face softly. “Sounds like a plan to me.” She just didn’t want him to think she was abusing his generosity, and alternating rounds sounded like the perfect solution to that ‘problem’. She clicked her belt fully into place, smoothed her hand over the part across her waist, and then settled into her seat comfortably; it wasn’t difficult to get comfortable in Nick’s car, but a little shuffle didn’t hurt.
“It’s clear after this SUV,” she said, hoping to be helpful, looking to him to reply to his comment about the optimism. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with a good mood, obviously, so I’m not going to question it. Besides, that makes two of us.”
Continued on: Main Streets with Nick.
|
|
Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
Posts: 79
|
Post by Katherine on Dec 19, 2006 22:09:14 GMT
Continued from: Katherine's Apartment
Her vehicle of choice was a 1990's Jeep in silver. It was well looked after, no rust or chipped paint and Katherine kind of loved the big lug of a machine. It was like a squashy couch. She slid into the driver's seat and buckled up, thumbing through her keys for the right one and sticking it into the ignition. She took a moment to readjust her Berretta, it was pressing into her side uncomfortably. A lot of cops didn't carry their weapon when off the clock, but Kath was one of the many who did. She was a cautious woman and in a city like Los Angeles it was wise to be so.
After another moment, checking she had everything, Kath revved the engine and reversed out of her parking spot, heading off to find something to eat and something her brother would buy her thinking of him while buying it.
|
|
Poppy
Human
Student/Librarian
I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier
Posts: 119
|
Post by Poppy on Jan 10, 2007 20:01:04 GMT
Continued from; Poppy’s Apartment
She entered the dimly lit parking garage with a skip in her step, feeling childishly happy to be spending some time with Iris. If she had been offered this chance growing up, she would have laughed at the thought and called the person crazy for suggesting such a thing. Past Poppy Marcus did not get on with her sister, something present Poppy Marcus was very glad had changed.
She ran her hand over the bright red scooter that belonged to her – it was one of her prides and joys, even if it did give her parents a heart attack when ever they saw her riding it. Her parents were over protective when it came to there two daughters and she was slightly surprised they had agreed to the scooter at all.
Next to the scooter stood her sister’s blue Volvo, silent and empty, which could only mean she got there first. Humming softly, Poppy waited by the car for Iris.
|
|
Iris
Human
Photographer: LA Sun
Posts: 126
|
Post by Iris on Jan 10, 2007 20:30:56 GMT
Continued from: Iris’s Apartment
As she entered the parking garage, Iris reached into her jacket pocket to make sure that she had something to tie her hair back with. Iris always made it a point to pull her hair back when she was taking photos, especially when she was outside and there was a chance that a wind would pick up and possibly blow strands into the shot. Her fingers closed over the hair tie and she gave a little nod to herself. She knew that she had one in the car, but for some reason, she always felt better when she knew that she had one in her pocket when it wasn’t being used.
“All set to go?” Iris asked upon joining Poppy at the car, unlocking first the passenger side door before going around to unlock her own.
|
|
Poppy
Human
Student/Librarian
I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier
Posts: 119
|
Post by Poppy on Jan 10, 2007 22:31:44 GMT
Poppy nodded and pulled open the passenger door, quickly settling herself in. She wasn’t sure what kind of shots Iris was supposed to be taking – Poppy couldn’t think what needed to be photographed right now, in the night time – and so she didn’t know where in LA they would be going. She had quickly learnt though, that hanging out with her sister meant she got to see some of the more unusual sights of the city, places she would never have found on her own, or places that she would never have realised had their own kind of beauty until looking at them though Iris’s eyes.
“Onwards to glory,” she joked as Iris started up the engine, carefully pulling out of the parking space. Poppy turned her head to look out the window as she always did when in a car. Driving on the scooter meant she had to focus so much she tended to miss the scenery around her.
Continued at; Rayne’s Territory: Parks etc: Blackwood Park
|
|
Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
Posts: 112
|
Post by Deiniol on Jan 11, 2007 17:06:07 GMT
Continued from: Deiniol’s Apartment.
Unlike most men, Deiniol didn’t have much interest in cars. Even as a boy, he had found a million and one other things to engage and keep his attention over a car. Upon arrival in America though, he had quickly come to realise that unlike living in a tiny village where everything was no more than five minutes walk away unless you planned to hike several miles to a proper town, long walking simply wasn’t done in America.
You hitched hiked yes, drove yes, even took public transport, but over all walking from one end of the city to the other was considered… odd. Unsafe too, Deiniol nearly being knifed his first week in LA. At the request of his mother – who had screamed down the phone in fear upon learning of his brush with death – he had reluctantly learned to drive, picking up his license a month ago.
The beaten up car in his parking space was a direct contrast to his neat and tidy appearance, but then Deiniol could hardly afford a better one. He unlocked the driver’s side and climbed in, fingers briefly touching against the rosary in his pocket as he muttered a small prayer in the hope that God would protect him for the drive. After checking all the mirrors and lights, he carefully pulled out of the space.
Continued at: The Church of Our Lady; Main Entrance.
|
|
Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
Posts: 374
|
Post by Lynnette on Feb 23, 2007 22:59:10 GMT
Continued from: The Suburbs; Suburbia; Woodlands with Nick.
The drive back into the city had been quiet, but most certainly not uncomfortable. It had been a peaceful sort of silence between the two, where they stole occasional, smiling glances at one another. Once again, Lynnette came close to likening herself to some sappy character from a chick-flick movie, which almost made her laugh out loud, remembering the conversation they had had about how action movies and shoot-‘em-ups were much more their style. The irony wasn’t lost on her…
As Nick parked the car, and as was his way, came around to open her door for her before she had the chance to do it herself, Lynnette slipped out of the sports car, and smiled up at him. Being so close to him again cured that little flicker of peculiar anxiety she had felt, even though they had only been separated by a matter of feet in the car. She felt briefly silly, but as he closed and locked the car, she felt her hand slide into his, fingers twining, and smiled almost shyly as they headed for the exit.
|
|
Nick
Rogue Werewolf
Reporter: LA Sun
Posts: 407
|
Post by Nick on Feb 23, 2007 23:20:15 GMT
He couldn’t resist the urge to give her hand a squeeze and did so, offering her another smile as they made their way across the garage. Nick was rather surprised to realize that he hadn’t retrieved the scarab necklace from the glove compartment but he knew that he could get it tomorrow. Lynnette was more than enough to make him forget about the necklace. Actually, she was more than enough to make him forget about anything that wasn’t her or had to do with her.
Walking beside Lynnette, nothing seemed capable of bothering him at the moment. There was nothing wrong, there was nothing pressing that had to be done for work and Lynnette was with him. If this was the happiest he could ever get, then it was more than enough.
Continued at: Nick’s Apartment with Lynnette
|
|
Tony
Human
Departed
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
Posts: 75
|
Post by Tony on Feb 26, 2007 22:41:49 GMT
Continued from: Tony’s Apartment
There was a song stuck in Tony’s head and if he had been the sort, he would have been whistling it by now, the tune filling his thoughts. But he was a quiet man by nature and it just would not have been like him to whistle or hum it out loud and so he had to settle for just letting it run through his mind and hope that it would eventually wear itself out.
Tony was sure that when Mike appeared, his friend would have something worth talking about and that would drive the song out of his mind. And if he didn’t, well the horror of the green shirt of doom would hopefully distract him. He moved along the row of cars, heading for Mike’s, which he trusted was in the same place as it usually was.
|
|
Mike
Human
Departed
Sorting out the truth is a science in and of itself.
Posts: 57
|
Post by Mike on Feb 26, 2007 23:42:04 GMT
Continued from: Mike’s Apartment
Mike strode into the garage, tossing his keys from hand to hand as he walked. He spotted Tony heading towards the car and stopped tossing the keys long enough to hit the button on the keychain that disengaged the locks. He considered hitting the button that would make the horn sound, but decided that he was in too nice of a mood to do that to Tony. At least, today anyway.
Catching up to Tony, Mike said, “You know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe the reason you can’t beat Fluffy in a staring contest is because he can lick his eyeballs and keep them moisturized.” It was a random comment and Mike knew that perfectly well. It was his way, though, especially when talking to Tony.
|
|
Tony
Human
Departed
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
Posts: 75
|
Post by Tony on Feb 27, 2007 12:03:34 GMT
“Eddie licking his eyeball in the middle of a staring contest counts as blinking in my book. If he moisturises his eye then it’s a blink, even if he’s using his tongue instead of his eyelid,” Tony replied at once, not at least put off by the random choice of conversation. The two rarely bothered to greet each other normally, instead leaping right into pre-existing topics or a whole new subject and knowing the other would be able to match it.
The way the two were in tune with each other could put people off, the two even sometimes finishing each other sentences but Tony didn’t let it get to him. He was damned lucky to have such a good friend, even if Mike sometimes drove him up the wall and made him want to start chewing on the scenery. “So you’re planning to scare the evidence into submission with that shirt today then?”
|
|
Mike
Human
Departed
Sorting out the truth is a science in and of itself.
Posts: 57
|
Post by Mike on Feb 27, 2007 16:05:36 GMT
“Fluffy doesn’t have your reasoning skills. If he did, he’d start pulling funny faces to try and make you laugh about three minutes in.” Mike paused. “Oh, no wait. Sorry. That’s what he’d do if he had my reasoning skills.” Mike gave a grin at his joke because if there was one thing he could do, it was joke about himself and do it all in good humor. He wasn’t one of those people that joked about themselves because they felt bad about who they were; he was the sort of person who joked about himself because he really was crazy enough to do or he really was the things he joked about. Mike knew that he was lucky that Tony was his friend. A lot of people had issues with the way he was- always slightly on the silly side unless he was at a scene- so having someone around who could actually stand to be around him in a general setting was a nice thing indeed.
At the question about his favorite shirt, Mike put a mock indignant look on his face, looked down at the green paisley shirt and stroke the collar of it lovingly. “It’s okay, baby. Mean old Tony is just mad because he doesn’t have you. He mocks out of jealousy.”
|
|
Tony
Human
Departed
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
Posts: 75
|
Post by Tony on Feb 27, 2007 16:35:21 GMT
“Nooooo,” Tony drawled, exaggerating the o sound for a while. “Tony mocks because it makes his eyes bleed and he wants to save other people from the same fate. Plus, what do people think of me when they see us walking down the street together and you’re wearing that paisley number? They probably think I’m some kind of axe murder because of the company I keep.”
It did Tony good to have Mike as a friend, brought out a more playful side that was sometimes suppressed by the serious and quiet nature of Tony. He shrugged slightly, stopping by his side of the car and smiling softly, his eyes averted from Mike. “I ever go crazy and kill people, you know who they will blame.”
|
|
Mike
Human
Departed
Sorting out the truth is a science in and of itself.
Posts: 57
|
Post by Mike on Feb 27, 2007 16:50:55 GMT
Mike put on a fake look of hurt. “I’m not that bad. At most, I’ll drive you to start throwing rocks through windows. Maybe to robbery, but only if there’s something cool in it for me. Otherwise, just rocks.” He went around to his side of the car and pulled open the door, sliding behind the wheel and starting up the engine before pressing the button that rolled down the car windows. Since it was such a nice morning, he thought that all of the windows should be open. If it hadn’t been so nice, he would’ve just put down Tony’s.
While Mike was a joker, he took certain things seriously- like his job and his best friend’s problem with enclosed spaces. He wasn’t a complete jerk, after all. Just a sort of jerk when he got it in his mind to be.
Reaching up, he took down the sunglasses that he kept on the visor and leaned sideways to look at Tony through the now opened passenger window. “Oh, yeah. And as to what people think about you when they see us walking down the street when I’m wearing this shirt, they’re thinking ‘Hey, that guy’s got to be cool if his friend has such great taste in shirts.” He gave a grin and settled back into his seat, putting on his seatbelt with a chuckle. “And they wish they were lucky enough to have a shirt just like this one.”
|
|