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as_damaged) wrote2008-02-04 04:38 pm
as_damaged) wrote2008-02-04 04:38 pm
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☎ voicemail
| ☎ voicemail ☎ text message ☞ action |
[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]
[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]
☞ i think to myself, five more minutes and i'll be there
as_damaged
- 2010-06-03 02:19 (UTC) - Expand☞ i think to myself, five more minutes and i'll be there
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worksmart.livejournal.com
- 2010-06-03 04:23 (UTC) - Expand☞ i think to myself, five more minutes and i'll be there
as_damaged
- 2010-06-03 23:41 (UTC) - Expand☞ i think to myself, five more minutes and i'll be there
worksmart.livejournal.com
- 2010-06-04 03:25 (UTC) - Expand☞ i think to myself, five more minutes and i'll be there
as_damaged
- 2010-06-04 05:30 (UTC) - Expand→ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ][ EVENING OF THE FIFTEENTH
worksmart.livejournal.com
2010-07-17 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[The image is in profile, tipped at a strange angle, but the distinctive bright hair (and shirt, noticeably unbuttoned and tugged from his waistband) of the owner of this device is instantly recognisable, even without checking the number. The girl in his arms - though she's one Max Guevara - may not be quite as easy to make out. She's draped around him, a fan of dark hair over his shoulder the only easily noted trait, and that slips back as he carries her clumsily through to what must be the bedroom of her apartment. They stumble, and the wall catches them as he presses her up against it.
The video cuts out.]
The video cuts out.]
heads up. i don't know if you know, but it's some kind of slug or worm or something. in the ear. frankie dalton's got posted to the network.
✏ TEXT | <3 we can move them to action in chase's post or something eventually?
as_damaged
- 2010-07-24 02:47 (UTC) - Expand☎ text | that is a good question. oddly cam's not sure she buys that second bit ;D
as_damaged
2010-07-25 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
i understand. you're not the only one who's been behaving strangely. thank you.
may i ask how you managed to remove the parasite?
may i ask how you managed to remove the parasite?
☎ text | suspicious dr. is suspicious :| she doubts slugs know how to drive
as_damaged
- 2010-07-25 19:18 (UTC) - ExpandOf course. The hospital will send people but-- where were they? I'll head over and stabilize the situation, if the ambulance isn't there yet.
i am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes;
thenormalsquint
2010-08-10 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[If her brain is on the road to ruin, Angela really shouldn't be testing the limits of her liver by hanging out in the bar section of a restaurant, but she finds that caring little about things like that helps. After all, those brain scans told her that nothing was wrong with her. There the black and white lines that made up the image of what her head looks like on the inside showed no abnormalities as Chase reported. No tumors, no degeneration, no little holes in the organ like a piece of Swiss cheese. They say a picture is perfect example of proof, but Angela knows better. A picture can be cropped, erased, and spoofed until it's not even a shadow of its former self. She feels like somebody is playing a cruel trick on her and switched her MRIs with photoshopped pictures to see if she'll notice.
The bartender sidles over to Angela's perch in the middle of the bar with a smile. He knows her, considering he greeted Angela by name as soon as she walked in, but she doesn't know him. Scratch that. Angela doesn't remember him, but she played it off as well as she could. A handful of people have gotten upset to be in the same group of faces that fell between the cracks. Angela wasn't going to add another one if she could help it.
She orders vodka--neat, just how she thinks she likes it-- and points down to the shiny wooden bar top in a silent signal for the bartender to leave the bottle behind. No need to make him walk back and forth when she knows what she wants: peace of mind.]
The bartender sidles over to Angela's perch in the middle of the bar with a smile. He knows her, considering he greeted Angela by name as soon as she walked in, but she doesn't know him. Scratch that. Angela doesn't remember him, but she played it off as well as she could. A handful of people have gotten upset to be in the same group of faces that fell between the cracks. Angela wasn't going to add another one if she could help it.
She orders vodka--neat, just how she thinks she likes it-- and points down to the shiny wooden bar top in a silent signal for the bartender to leave the bottle behind. No need to make him walk back and forth when she knows what she wants: peace of mind.]
i am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes;
as_damaged
2010-08-11 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[While Cameron will defend herself to the death, claiming that she isn't a hermit, she isn't exactly a people person either. But the City isn't particularly forgiving to those with a penchant for solitude; and so she tends to spend her evenings out surprisingly often, spending hours poring over paperwork in cafes, eating dinner alone in the quieter restaurants.
Which is why she's here now, though it's crowded for a Sunday night and she's rather reconsidering it, waiting for a table to free up, rather awkwardly pressed into the bar area by a large party trying to figure out their reservation.
Looking up, though, she notices a familiar face; and even though Angela doesn't seem to have spotted her (or, perhaps, she doesn't recognize her; the other woman's Network post comes to mind,) it seems rude to duck out without saying anything. She comes a bit closer, with a small smile.]
Angela.
Which is why she's here now, though it's crowded for a Sunday night and she's rather reconsidering it, waiting for a table to free up, rather awkwardly pressed into the bar area by a large party trying to figure out their reservation.
Looking up, though, she notices a familiar face; and even though Angela doesn't seem to have spotted her (or, perhaps, she doesn't recognize her; the other woman's Network post comes to mind,) it seems rude to duck out without saying anything. She comes a bit closer, with a small smile.]
Angela.
i am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes;
as_damaged
- 2010-08-11 21:52 (UTC) - Expandi am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes;
as_damaged
- 2010-08-11 22:59 (UTC) - Expandi am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes;
as_damaged
- 2010-08-12 03:28 (UTC) - Expandi am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes;
as_damaged
- 2010-08-12 04:31 (UTC) - Expand in neat script. Thank Claire for teaching her how to decorate so nicely.
Also, written in tiny, red font on each of the cookies are the words: ]
Also, written in tiny, red font on each of the cookies are the words: ]
[How Freddy figured out her daytime schedule is his secret. Call it a magic touch, or maybe he's trained in this sort of detective work, because that's the truth. Either way, he's waiting for Cameron right around her lunch break, in the hallway where the office work takes place. It smells less sterile here and thus sort of keeps his jonesing for a cigarette at a minimum. He certainly looks a lot better than the last time they saw each other. One would think he'd never been shot before in his life.]
[Hey, hang around the hospital long enough and you're bound to run into her; for all that it's a big City it's a small world, too. So it doesn't really bother Cameron to see him standing there, though if she stopped to consider it for a moment more it might seem like an odd spot to be waiting. As it is, she stops in her tracks to shoot him a small smile.]
Hey there. [She's not in any hurry, after all.] In for a checkup?
Hey there. [She's not in any hurry, after all.] In for a checkup?
[ The knock comes in two successive taps, two rapping knocks that suggest that the visitor is anything but hesitant. That's a lie, though. Hesitance and indecision ept her at bay for nearly a week; sneaking loneliness was why she lost the battle.
Mindy has never been alone. Never truly alone, having to face that incontestable fact that, day after day, there would be no one at home. When her Dad was in prison, there was Marcus. When she came to the City, there was Eddie. Last Tuesday was her first night alone. ]
Mindy has never been alone. Never truly alone, having to face that incontestable fact that, day after day, there would be no one at home. When her Dad was in prison, there was Marcus. When she came to the City, there was Eddie. Last Tuesday was her first night alone. ]
[From Mindy's perspective, chances are it takes a moment before anything happens. There are sounds-- a creaking pause, footsteps, the swish of metal on metal as she checks the peephole, and... nothing. Inside she's pausing; then, inspired, stretching up so she can look down and see the girl waiting at the door.
Then, as ever, there's the clatter of locks, and the door swings open. She's not quite smiling, but she's welcoming.]
Hey.
Then, as ever, there's the clatter of locks, and the door swings open. She's not quite smiling, but she's welcoming.]
Hey.
i've worked it out.
☎ text message | sent sometime in the morning on the 8th
thenormalsquint
2010-10-08 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
what time is lunch?
Edited 2010-10-08 02:43 (UTC)
whenever i can grab an hour. why do you ask?
☎ text message | i can't tell if she's crying or laughing in that icon lol
thenormalsquint
- 2010-10-09 03:58 (UTC) - Expand☎ text message | laughing, but it can pass for either. or a grimace :3
as_damaged
- 2010-10-09 04:06 (UTC) - Expand[Ring, ring. This is probably not the number Cameron wants to see on her Caller ID.]
[These days there really aren't many numbers she does want to see.]
Hello?
Hello?
Hey. It's me. [Hopefully she can tell from the sound of his voice.] I'm inviting you to get in touch at this number. Don't let me down, okay?
[Click. Short and sweet.]
[Click. Short and sweet.]
[This comes a while later. Whether that's choice or circumstance, is anyone's guess. Ring, ring.]
[The trouble with apartment complexes, Rudy notes with a touch of distaste on the evening of the 31st, is that none of the doors come with porch lights. On the other hand, they do make trick-or-treating reasonably efficient, and alleviate the necessity for costumes compatible with winter jackets. Which is good, because Han Solo would not be caught dead in a winter jacket. Unless he was on Hoth. But that is entirely beside the point.
The point is, regardless of whether or not Cameron actually intends on giving out candy, there are currently some very familiar children outside her apartment door, banging insistently and ready to demand their yearly tribute of free sweets.]
[OOC: Mindy will be tagging in momentarily to join in! Please hold all responses until she gets here. ♥]
The point is, regardless of whether or not Cameron actually intends on giving out candy, there are currently some very familiar children outside her apartment door, banging insistently and ready to demand their yearly tribute of free sweets.]
[OOC: Mindy will be tagging in momentarily to join in! Please hold all responses until she gets here. ♥]
[ Mindy, on the other hand, is garbed in her usual attire: jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket within her typical pallet of pastel hues. There's no costume in sight, as she stands a few inches behind Rudy, a look stuck somewhere between Why am I here? and Fuck yes, free candy. A large white bedsheet hangs from her right hand; a pillowcase in her left.
She follows Rudy's knocks with a set of her own. ]
We'll have to wait. It'll take her awhile.
She follows Rudy's knocks with a set of her own. ]
We'll have to wait. It'll take her awhile.
→ ACTION | BACKDATED | TRICK OR TREAT
prefers-chess.livejournal.com
- 2010-11-02 02:51 (UTC) - Expand→ ACTION | BACKDATED | TRICK OR TREAT
prefers-chess.livejournal.com
- 2010-11-02 21:45 (UTC) - Expand→ ACTION | BACKDATED | TRICK OR TREAT
prefers-chess.livejournal.com
- 2010-11-03 02:03 (UTC) - ExpandHey, it's me. When you got a moment...
[He's supposed to say something clear and concise here but fuck, Freddy'd rather do it while she's there or in person.]
Just gimme a call, okay?
[He's supposed to say something clear and concise here but fuck, Freddy'd rather do it while she's there or in person.]
Just gimme a call, okay?
when do you think you can get down for that consult?
→ ACTION | shoddy research is probably shoddy >_> i tried sob
as_damaged
- 2010-11-30 02:50 (UTC) - Expand[Her favourite flower, her favourite colour, carefully tacked to the door of her apartment.]
Hey lady, when you're not busy, you know. Let's talk?
[Can a phone ring reluctantly? Maybe if the person on the other end has been putting off her call. Ring, ring.]
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