036. Hots On for Nowhere

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to a reasonable hour on Christmas Eve!

Brock is running around downtown Paris like an idiot, peering into shops to see which ones are closed. He rushes inside the ones that are open, but always leaves quickly after discerning they don't have exactly what he wants.

He usually isn't That Guy that shops on Christmas Eve, you see. Usually. It's just that, well, the present he'd had wrapped up for his really terrifying and violent fiancee happened to not come with them from the castle to Paris, and he wasn't really looking forward to getting stabbed in the leg for supposedly shirking gift-giving, so ... he was in a bit of a bind.

The journal may pick up the sounds of him swearing quietly under his breath as he continues looking for a gift.

This is pretty stupid.]

[ooc. open for kisses, unplanned or planned! ♥]

009 ~ [Dictated]

[demontobeloved.livejournal.com]

Who's smart idea was it to make me a district prosecutor?

[Cole sounds very unamused.]

I said that I didn't want anything to do with law and order in this place again, other than doing my bit to help out. And the damned castle makes me a prosecutor?! [Sigh]

Still, it could be worse. I could be a road-cleaner or something.

[A pause] Anyone want some legal advice, or someone prosecuted? I'm bored over here

((OOC: Open for action at the Hall of Justice, or talking over the journals!))

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[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

['BAH HUMBUG!' describes Hank's mood pretty well at the moment.

Not being one for cheer or good will toward men, Hank is currently doing the one thing he hasn't been able to do in a long time: get nice and drunk. He doesn't stay in one place for long, however, - there are way too many places to go in this city - but it means you're chances of running into him are pretty good.

Right now he's sitting in a random bar, nursing a glass of whiskey he hasn't quite downed yet and murmuring to himself. Come join him?]


...total waste of time... no point at all!

Ϟ one.

[incantati.livejournal.com]

[ hello, paris-disa.

on a random corner of a random street in one of the not-very-well-to-do parts of town, you'll find this young redheaded man standing, handing out lunchboxes, (croque monsieurs and a salad) little drinks and desserts to the homeless. and pretty much anyone else who asks for one. he's pleasant and smiling, greeting everyone with a kind 'joyeuse fêtes!' every once in a while, he's greeted by a couple kids; anyone with a rudimentary understanding of french will gather that he teaches at their school.

there's also a little collection box at his feet; the label says that the proceeds go towards a charity organisation for the less fortunate.

come get some free food, or GIVE A LITTLE. it's christmas, after all. :) ]

[ ooc; happy holidays, and merry christmas, paradisa! je vous fais de grosses bises ♥ open post, of course. ]

⊕ .027 caliber

[neverplays]

So where's the biggest tree in this place? I mean, the place I'm living at is on the small-tree side.

I'm in the city, and I've been asking people, but I don't speak French! These people just think I'm a lost kid. I've been directed to a cop four times now.

[She's frustrated, cold, and her Dean Winchester doll is not going to be happy if he continues to be stuck in her pocket.]

Can anyone help me out here?

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[shirtless]

Who: Jacob Black & Abel Nightroad
What: Talking about freaky talking books
When: Christmas... Eve? Yes? No? What?
Where: The Nightroad Nightclub Pad Bar & Grill Residence
Rating: G

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( Vivian )

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Blackjack cameo.

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[Bonjour, Parisdisa.

There's an odd-looking couple sitting at that corner cafe.

Or perhaps they've just crossed the narrow street in front of you, jaywalking arm-in-arm. Or is that them in the museum, leaning just a little too far over the velvet rope?

Maybe they were lurking behind the street performers. You know, if you've seen one mime you've seen them all, but for some reason that guy stuck in your mind. Is it the way he looks past the rest like they're not even real? Or have you seen that woman he's with, somewhere, the blonde with her curls piled high who stands straight and tall?

One way or another, Roy Harper and Reno Browne just crossed your path.

Care to say hi?]


[ETA2: Tagging order is AS YOU LIKE IT.]

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[dupable.livejournal.com]

Who: John (dupable) and Dave (lohacse)
What: John sends Dave a seasons greeting! Also bugs him for advice.
When: Earlier today
Where: pesterchum log - So they're both in different places I guess.
Rating: Idk... PG13? HAHA... ha...

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