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Subject:DARK JAM
Time:11:46 am
Current Mood:busybusy
Attn: Dark Jam has been moved to a new forum! The game isn't ending, we're just not doing it here on Livejournal (those of us who've been playing know why). Anyone interested in playing can just leave a message on my livejournal, or email me at shadenokturne@hotmail.com. Dark Jam lives!
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Subject:Pooka ahoy!
Time:06:52 am
Current Mood:amusedamused
Goooooood morning mister stevens!
You wake up after a wonderful and refreshing sleep to the sound of your alarm beeping that it's 7am. Oh well, you feel pretty refreshed anyhow, until you remember why you had to get up this early. Ugh. You still have extra appendages. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror for the first time. Oh god. It's like you woke up halfway through a dream . . . and the other half is stuck to you. You sloth your way into the shower, heeey, at least the bathroom is clean! No sign of your horrible visitors anywhere! You shower in your nice clean bathroom, and find that unfortunately none of your new extremities come off in the shower. After a devil of a hard time getting dressed, you wander out into the rest of the house with a sense of trepidation. But it's clean. Spotless . . . cleaner then it was even before all of the events of last night. The pungant tang of cleaning stuff competes for seniority with the smell of fresh coffee, and the cloud of smoke that Shade is standing in. He's staring fixedly at the floor where the blood was last night.
"Is this floor real wood?" He asks, not looking up.
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Subject:Demons and Shhhht
Time:05:35 am
Current Mood:awakeawake
She giggles, still pretty looped. Moves her head away from yours to find a cigarette and light it. "Well, thank god for that."
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Subject:later that night *hic*
Time:04:13 am
Current Mood:hungryhungry
"No sleeping curled around the toilet, got it." he nods, leaning back against the wall and lighting a cigarette. He closes his eyes, taking a deep drag of the cigarette.
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Subject:After it goes to sleep
Time:03:04 am
Current Mood:bouncyi'm going to wet myself soon
Wyn wanders out towards the balcony. Leaning in the doorframe, she asks softly. "How're you holding up?"
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Subject:Silent Bob?
Time:02:31 am
Current Mood:blahblah
"I'm a sidhe. And Shade is something very different. I wouldn't worry about what he is, cause you'll probably never see another one like him." She frowns. "And cut him some slack, he's had a rough day."
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Subject:Shhht heads, both of you!
Time:01:19 am
Current Mood:coldcold
"Humans can't see that stuff. Only fae. Well, and enchanted humans. But cops are generally to banal, er, not glamourous, to see that kind of shit."
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Subject:yoo hoo
Time:05:05 pm
Hi guys. This is your new post. You're both staring at eachother on either side of a sliding glass door. I hereby decreee e that this shall be the one post, the true post, the post for you guys to use to communicate. go for it kids!
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Subject:Dominic Stevens, coooome oooooon dooooooown!
Time:05:07 pm
Current Mood:cheerfulcheerful
Dominic Stevens~ this is youuuur life!

Ok, your name is Dominic Stepens, you're 23 years old and independantly wealthy, life is good. At age 20 you inherited the 'Tower Luxery Suites' building from your favorite uncle, rest his soul. The last three years have been pretty good to you, landlord money in nice uptown City,The is nothing to sneeze at. You've been living in the penthouse ever since, doing your own thing, getting some school in, and persuing your music in the various clubs around town. Yup, life's all peaches and cream-- until that freaking U.N. announcement, and then the world turns upside down.
So everything you ever knew about the supernatural suddenly jumps off the gaming table and into your lap. Over a period of two weeks, you see normal, torpid City,The turn into a dangerous place to walk the streets at night. There's an explosion one night in Park,The, and riots freaking riots in the streets! You don't even know where you stand yet on this whole supernatural being issue, and already people are dying. Just 2 days ago you read that someone blew up a manse full of people who were allegedly 'magical creatures'. It's madness. You spend a lot of time in your kick-ass penthouse, watching the madness from above.
Present day! You're chillin in your crib, watching the news with this vague sense that something bigger then life is going on, and feeling curiously removed from it. There is a loud bang from somewhere nearby that makes you mute your TV real quick. What the ...? It sounded like it came from below you, where your downstairs neighbor, the one who owns the nightclub lives. She's usually so quiet, but you can hear yelling. You're debating whether or not to go check it out when your phone rings. It's the main office downstairs. Someone reported hearing gunshots on the floor beneath you, the cops are on their way. They want you to stay put, they'll probably need to talk to you. Gunshots! You agree and hang up the phone in a sort of daze. Nothing is sacred.
A straaaaaaaaaange feeling suddenly grips you, like something from your dream. It's like your flying dreams, that same feeling like when the wind first catches your wings and you soar. The strangeness increases, and the world seems to blur around you. Heart pounding, you feel . . . different. There is a ... a power sweeping through you, bearing you up like the wind, kindling a fire in your soul that a moment before you would never had guessed existed, and now cannot live without. It fades ever-so-slowly, not so much leaving you as consuming you, until you find yourself kneeling on the floor, hair hanging down in your eyes, utterly confused as to how you got there. To make matters worse, your butt feels funny. What the...? You've got... a .... tail. A green scaly tail about the size of your arm. With a little point on the end.
As you sit there, gaping at your arse, you hear a noise outside on your balcony. Something is on your balcony outside. Something big, with red glowing eyes.
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Subject:@$@^%&&! RE-post!
Time:02:11 pm
Current Mood:aggravatedaggravated
He nods, producing a knife from the remains of his sleeve. He pushes the sliding-glass door open quietly, and you wonder for a second at how arriving by air makes B&E soo much simpler. You follow Shade through the heavy curtain and into a beautifully decorated apartment. Everything inside is antique-looking, all of it in immaculate shape. There are a few tastefully appointed weapons and paintings on the walls, too dim to make out. The hardwood floors are covered in deep persian rugs, all very tasteful, and not really what you'd expect from a raving psychopath like Alexi. Shade moves in a wary soundless crouch, which you seek to emulate, but fall somewhat short, as it is dark and unfamiliar and you're not too used to sneaking. Shade leads you down a hallway, and into more complete darkness. You follow the glow of his eyes as best you can, and follow him through a door at the end of the hall. He touches your shoulder, indicating for you to stay put, and crosses the room. There is a rustling noise as he pulls aside a curtain to admit the dying rays of the sun. The dimness resolves into a bedroom, and you can make out the shape of an enormous 4poster canopy taking up much of the space to one side of the room. The bed is empty. Shade scowls mightily, rather a frightening affair what with the glowing red eyes and fangs and all.
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