08 May 2008 @ 11:29 am
 
[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]
 
 
08 May 2008 @ 01:32 pm
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[Demyx is strumming and singing a very rude song involving 'tightass scientists', with an evil little grin on his face]
 
 
Current Mood: irritating others
 
 
08 May 2008 @ 06:14 pm
 
[grinning rather happily and turning a rather ornate urn in his hands]

Much better off as ashes, really. Though, harder to burn than I expected! I wonder why. Oh, well! Rest in peace and all that. [drops the urn and it shatters, the ashes and broken porcelain scattering above the galaxy NGC 1275]
 
 
08 May 2008 @ 07:26 pm
 
[Annie is sitting at her desk, doing paperwork, with a bowl of ice cream next to her]

There's a beehive in the office. It was getting to be impossible to do paperwork in there without chance of getting stung. Which really wouldn't be good right now. Doing paperwork from hospital wouldn't be too easy....

[Sneaks a cookie out of her desk drawer and keeps working]
 
 
Current Mood: working