Jimmy was attempting to clean the back office when he stumbled upon a hockey stick and a ball. Now, if anyone knew Jimmy, they wouldn’t be surprised to see him out in the street in the middle of the night, hitting the ball around. If only there was another stick and another player, preferably three brothers with the last name of Donnelly. Jimmy was lonely.

Jenny Humphrey was shopping . Okay, so it was window shopping. It still counted and she was having a great time wandering through the village slowly with a cup of coffee from the cafe in hand and admiring...the shop itself. She was still a little bit unsettled by being stuck in the village, figured that was never going to go away. So she was making the best of it. ((Feel free to bump into her anywhere))

He stood, chained at the ship’s prow as he had been for the past three days. They moved him to a cabin at night, chained and locked in, which was beyond insulting. Where was he to go, surrounded first...(and many others) about who he was for six hundred years--Celeborn never suspected a thing. I don't think there's anyone in the village who will see through his lies. Possibly Trance, but I don't know.

Hänschen and Georg had a strange sort of relationship at this point. Georg felt uncomfortable because of what he now knew about Hänschen and Ernst, and Hänschen felt uncomfortable because of what he now...glad. Things didn't have to change all that much, see? They could still be who they always were. ooc: open to all, tag one or the other in the subject line or both. any and all is fine with me. :D

Her bed was a king size bed, and even after he died, she never slept in the middle. She could only sleep on the left side. It was the same in her king size bed here. Normally, it wasn't a big deal, but...herself down, she stepped out of her room. She looked like shit with her messy hair, swollen eyes and red nose, but she needed air. She needed to look at something besides that empty side of the bed

Bruce woke up four and a half hours later feeling substantially better. He was less pleased when he'd discovered that his alarm clock hadn't worked, but it was mostly forgotten in the rush to throw on...once more in the lead, but at a sedate pace this time, Bruce walked up to Mayko. "Hey! Sorry for the wait, the alarm decided I needed more sleep." He flashed one of Bruce Wayne's most charming smiles

The past couple of weeks had been rather eventful for the little demon child. She was having lots of fun in the village too. Of course, she was still waiting for the signal from the Master to see when...butterflies. She had a brihgt, innocent smile on her face as she sang, "Lizzie Borden took an axe And gave her mother forty wacks And when she saw what she had done She gave her father forty-one"

Breaking into the Joker's room had been a good first step and had alleviated some of Ranger's eagerness to hunt for the clown, but he was still antsy. His stalemate with Stephanie remained, Freddy and...him a look. "I might be in trouble," he said to the dog. That didn't stop him, however, from venturing inside to see Lilah. [ooc: feel free to catch him before he goes in. Also, eventual slow time]

Still pleasantly full of meatloaf and apple pie, Dean was out on his standard patrol. Which meant wandering somewhat aimlessly around town, making up exciting cop adventures he could be having if Milieux actually had any sort of normal crime. [ooc: mostly for one who knows who they are, but also definitely open.]

Near Rockridge BART Station, Oakland Late in the day I found myself in what appears to have been a popular jogging spot. Published at Trainstalking . You can comment here or rate and comment there .