Her shift at Rangeman had ended and it was looking as if it might rain as she walked slowly down the street. It was dark out and starting to get cool out. She didn't miss the overbearing heat from the...herself in her hotel room with a kitten on the counter who had a broken front leg and a bleeding ear. She had a first aid kit with her, but she was trying to figure out how to field dress a kitten

Toorop was having a good week. Three guesses as to why. He was taking his break in front of the cafe, cigarette hanging between his lips as he slouched comfortably in the chair, book in hand. He would...their strictly employer employee relationship. Her mind was elsewhere anyway, elsewhere meaning on Jack Aubrey and what she'd admitted at Ten Forward. She'd meant it, of course, but it scared her

After the incident with John, and another one at Rangeman which she had thankfully been alone for, Alice had to bite the bullet and get someone's opinion. She wasn't sure, but it felt like her body was...she had to go to someone. So she left a message for Janet and then Carlos and went to Rangeman. It was the only place she felt she could talk without the possibility of anyone like Wesker over-hearing

Rangeman hadn't really been open long enough for there to be a lot of paperwork to sort through, but there was enough that Carlos had set aside a day to tackle it. That had been put off, of course, with...the elevator and given him a nasty concussion. Carlos sighed and poked halfheartedly at the papers. He was in a funk. The only quick solution he could think of was to tap out a cigarette and light up

Albert Wesker stood in an expensive suit in front of the extravegant casino waiting as patiently as one could with a metalic case by his side. Everything he wore screamed money. Shoes, suit, tie, even...to fit the outfit even though it shouldn't.  He was waiting. Waiting for Alice whom he knew was being sent by the man who went by Ranger. Alice was a smart woman and probably knew he was expecting her

Connor was back in the church. Praying was getting tougher these days for the simple lack of answers. He'd expected at least some sort of guidance when it came to his troubles back home, and even nicer...call you an idiot. Talk about bruised ego. He was headed to the cafe for lunch, Liber trotting lazily at his heels. [ooc: they're all feeling down, but definitely wouldn't object to company]

I started making a bunch of icons about a month ago and am finally getting around to posting them. Though I did start another batch yesterday. Anyway a lot of the "humor" one's are the result of mucho... 92. 93. 94. 95. 96. Shakira: 97. Underworld Evolutions: 98. 99. Ying xiong: Hero:

Alice had meant to tell Carlos sooner about the job she was going to be doing at the end of the month for Albert Wesker, but things had gotten a little hectic. She had gotten bit by a dog and then Carlos...that when working for Umbrella. Now she sat back against the cool fabric of the booth and waited. The wound on her arm was practically healed, with a small reminder here and there that it had happened

After getting released from whatever creepy little girl demon had been possessing her Stephanie had promptly showered, dressed in about four layers of his clothes, unearthed the remains of the cake he'd...one of the stores that regularly sold cake had some. [ooc: All threads take place before the Joker/Joe thread. Stephanie modded with permission. Violence imminent in the Joker/Joe thread.]

Carlos didn't know if he was pissed, or just hurt. Funny how they felt pretty similar. He left Rain and J.D. behind him at the bar, furious with them both in a different way, and returned to the pool table...her. If he met her eyes, he'd be begging to know why she hadn't told him. He at least wanted to keep his dignity. Especially after all the crying last weekend. [ooc: posted with Alice mun's permission]