Despite how long it's been since her last interaction with Ella, Soleil can't help the good-humored lilt in the sound of her voice. She's amused, of course - recalling just how much chatter there had been when Ella first arrived on the scene. Although she had long severed ties with the Orlavs, she still considers Ella to be someone of a little more than just a simple acquaintance.
Jameson Orlav 07/09/18 "Chin up, buttercup." Jameson tapped the tip of his blood stained finger against the crest of Ella's chin, "If you hadn't put the hlupák down, then I would have." He grinned, "I enjoyed watching you take care of it, though."
Jameson Orlav 01/30/18 Jameson saunters into the upstairs of Valar Morghulis, looking for Ella. He slings himself onto whichever sofa is closest, his legs dangling over the side as he waved her over lazily. "Ella." He drawls, "Please tell me why you keep some of these insufferable pledges around. Getting rid of people isn't all that difficult. I can help!"
John Doe 01/18/18 “Sounds like you have been in the wrong kind of marriage. I’m fortunate in that I am in the right kind, but I know for some they have to just take whatever they can get.”
John Doe 01/18/18 “Yes, that is the aroma of contentment, happiness and a great deal of sex. It’s intoxicating really.”
Miryam 10/02/17 *Takes the jug back replacing her straw being careful not to infect the Frankenstein Doll*
Sure, I'm happy to be 'the dungeon' for infractors against the mutt. But why wait? Toss a few down for fun...
Really?! I would LOVE to play with Hank. I'm great with puppies. He'll be nice and tuckered out for you when you get home. :)
Ouch. We’ll see how you feel when he pisses on all your sh-t. And before Quinn offers, we’re never dogsitting. Keep your shady dog over there.
Lloyd R Darrow 09/24/17 "I'm not too concerned about you sharing a city with my wife. If you're stuck in New Orleans, I can always make the trip." He allowed a pause in the conversation, mentally considering his calendar. "I'll chalk it up to business." He was already walking back towards his house now, ready to wind down the conversation.
"You know where to find me once you decide. Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Donovan." With that, he disconnected the line.
Lloyd R Darrow 09/24/17 Lloyd grinned, shaking his head as he continued to pace further from the house. She wanted to play dumb, and he wouldn't deny his own amusement. She would even earn a brief chuckle from his lungs. "If that's your truth, then so be it. Caused a bit of a mess on my end of things.. But I like a challenge every now and then. Keeps things interesting."
Lloyd R Darrow 09/24/17 Lloyd had just cleaned up the mess Ella had created. And at the end of it all, he stepped out to make a phone call. He shot a glance back towards the house, ensuring he hadn't been followed. He waited patiently as the phone rang, beginning to speak once it connected.
Atticus Hammond 09/23/17 Atticus looks at the redhead with a mix of horror and disgust. He touches butts because Mackenzie tells him it builds character. NOT because he wants to touch any other butt but Camille's. Staring at the grotesque woman, acknowledging the wink and her words, he only has one response:
Jameson Orlav 09/15/17 Jameson has been tasked. Well, it's not really a task, per say. More like, some smelly werewolf who lives in the mansion upstairs had insisted that he take these odd looking severed heads and deliver each of them to a respective patron. The Doctor doesn't quite understand why, but he doesn't actually care in the least. Tiberius, as he had introduced himself, had paid him a pretty penny to see that the deed got done.
He doubted that the mutt had expected him to put his own spin on the delivery, however. Jameson waited until the guy fled to go out and find some pretty pink boxes. White ribbons would accompany the painted cardboard- tied at the top into fancy, frilly bows. There's no way that any unsuspecting victim would come to realize what was actually inside of the box until it had been delivered.
Deranged doesn't even begin to encompass Jameson Orlav. To each person he drops off a box. While they're away, of course. His last encounter inside the house had brought immediate trouble for Ella. He would look to avoid that this time, if it was possible.
To Gideon, Quinn, and Ella herself. Inside each of their rooms they'd find a box. For Quinn and Gideon, their room would house two.
On the first and oldest head in his possession he would swipe the lipstick over the full lips of the dead girl. The remainder of her face remained pale, her skin tinted icy blue thanks to being both post-mortem and cold. This head was going to Ella Donovan. The home wrecker. No matter her faults, she always presented herself as beautiful and plush.
And yo, there's no sign that Jameson has been here. Just so we're clear. Let's all relax on the coronary front for now.
I'm ok. It's been a rough couple of days, but I think I got everything calmed down on my end. I'm looking forward to coming home. I know we will be out for a little while longer.
That makes sense. Everything always feels numb when you're drunk. It's not my favorite part, but it beats advil.
Grand. Whichever is comfortable and convenient for you. Not sure stained teeth are quite necessary, though.
Given our mutual interests, I would very much like to discuss the relationship of our Sanctuaries. I am in New Orleans should you like to chat. My number is attached.
Jesus, he's still missing? I've been away for some time. Figured he'd already found his way back. And, no. My wife's behind is perfectly sized.
And where the hell did you lose him? Another accidental confession of love send him running for the hills?
Quinn Abernathy 07/29/17 Swallowing, Quinn considers her options. A quick glance around is made, and the girl steels herself, placing a smile on her face. Everything is fine. Everything is going to be fine.
Of course they're scarecrows. To scare the crows. From the vegetables. They're supposed to be scary. Did I make them too scary?
I'm ready as I'll ever be. Bring a bat. I found a metal pipe that might be important but we can discuss that if we make it out alive.
There might be more intimidation in numbers, but I can't guarantee this won't turn into a massacre. Someone might die. Preferably the possum/rat/thing.
Greetings from the Lufcuh! I haven't met some of you yet, and I'm sorry for that! My real name is Quinn. I like moonshine, puppies, and karoake. I'm currently practicing my drinking skills to beat Orson on our next bar trip! If you need anything, let me know!
I've never been to New Orleans before. I suppose I could manage a brief stay. If I come, I expect a po'boy.
I have six inches on you easy, you sl*tty f*cking leprechaun. Go hump a cactus before you get into a fight you won't live to see the end of.
Yes! He's taking me to the bar. He thinks he can out-drink me. Jokes on him. I'm gonna get him white girl wasted and then interview him.
Yea!! That one! Good looking with the accent. We gotta find his profile again. I need to see it. I NEED to.
Ella!!! I made a friend! He looks big and scary, but he's actually really nice. He has a good smile, too. Did you Tinder him? What did his Tinder say?
"Yeah, got a little pressure from the wife to start campaigning. I was going to take you up on the offer to make a banner for us, but figured you were busy with the new Sanctuary. Didn't want to bother you with the trivial stuff, you know? Congrats, by the way."
Quinn Abernathy 05/04/17 Quinn looks at her phone and giggles at the message. It can't be helped. Quickly, she types a reply.
'I'll be right over! I'm not a catfish, though. I don't think. No way could I hold my breath under water for that long!'
Quinn Abernathy 05/04/17 Within minutes, her phone chirps for her attention. An alert from Tinder! Quinn squeals to herself, squirming in a happy sort of dance where she sits in the cafe. Coffee nearly spills, people stare at her in bewilderment. What could possibly be so exciting in this day and age?
She unlocks her phone, opening the app to reveal the face on the other side. "Ella... bored af. Af? Lufcuh Hhh-mu. Maybe she's Jewish? Sounds Jewish? That's nice. Party everyday. I like those. Jameson... must be her other friend."
Quinn Abernathy 05/04/17 She had heard from a very friendly stranger that there was a way to find new friends. Quinn wasn't sure if they had the same definition of friend, but she figured she would give it a shot. Ironically, the friendly stranger did not end up being a friend. In fact, he'd been too friendly and invited her over to see his puppy.
Having no idea what she is actually doing, she downloads the Tinder app (like the Ke$ha song?) and makes herself a profile. "Q-U-I-N-N... age 31..." she stops and stares at the screen, completely missing every other field.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 "Must be the accent." His grin grows wider, a slight shake to his head as he grabs the two cards, sliding them back towards his body victoriously. "So tell me, how is your not so private love-affair with Doctor Orlav unfolding?" Frankly, the man is amused. One had to admire her brashness, unless of course her brazen nature came in-between their marriage.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Momentarily distracted by the buzzing of his phone, the man takes a moment to answer his wife before setting his phone down, screen unlocked and facing up. "Goldfish, mm? My mother always had a thing for Old Maid." After a short scoff, he slaps down his first card - a 7. By no means a good card, but it was certainly better than a 2.
"I should not have spoken so soon.. Perhaps luck is not on my side, after all." He falls silent as he sips from his beer, eyes meeting hers with a closed-lip grin.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 With a smirk and a scoff, he moves to sit opposite of her, a beer of his own in hand. "Trust me, Ella, I won't be the one crying. Unless of course you're some sort of card shark, in which case, I'll shuffle first. Can't risk you weighing the deck on me."
After a swig of his ale, he sets his bottle down and splits the deck, the thrum of cards against his skin the only sound unless he evens them out against the desktop. "Solitare, you said? Why not.. War?"
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Along with the aforementioned beer and pizza was Lloyd, an amused glint in his eyes. "No, no. I've a handle on everything." Slipping past the slender red head, the man is careful not to set the box or the six-pack down upon any paperwork that appears sensitive. "Just to be clear, I will not allow you even a single victory, Ms. Donovan. While I can appreciate that it is a special day for you, I take cards quite seriously."
I think you may need to clean the lenses, or adjust the prescription, if you intend on keeping them.
Nah... he won't be mad at you. His angry is taken right now. As for the glasses... they're kinda old. Scissors?
Lloyd R Darrow 05/02/17 Lloyd was never a talkative man to begin with, and while alcohol seemed to have loosened his tongue some, he was rather reserved on their walk back to the compound. The lawyer rarely stayed on The Order's campus, as a family home was obviously more convenient. Standing outside of her door now, her hand on his chin, Lloyd allows the situation to warrant a small smile.
"Another time." Temptation, while beguiling, was no longer his weakness. At least he could rest easy knowing she was now home safe. "Goodnight, Ms. Donovan." After planting a kiss against the blush of her cheek, he breaks away from her touch, feet carrying him in the direction of home.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/02/17 As Lloyd follows her to the door, one hand rests at the small of her back while the other steadies her, though the man is by no means more stable than she. As they depart the bar into the cool evening air, the opportunity presents itself once again to walk away. Yet, Lloyd follows, like a moth to a flame.
Soleil Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil let out an amused snort, and held up her hand. "No, no," she replied, "I think we're going to stay out of this one. There's no competition in my mind, anyways" - she paused to tap her temple - "Thank you, though."
Lloyd R Darrow 05/01/17 Lloyd allows the agave liquid to carry the distaste in his mouth away, verdant eyes looking at Ella anew. Love his wife? What a trivial question. Of course he loved his wife. Love, however, never promised fidelity.
"Love is inconsequential, Ella. Surely you're smart enough to know it accounts for very little at the end of the day." He raises a hand, thumb skimming gently across her chin, his expression unreadable. "You are rather clever, aren't you, Ms. Donovan?"
I don't know if I can? I'm actually hanging out with my ex and trying to save Jameson's ass from certain death, currently.
Soleil Whitaker 05/01/17 "You know, Ella," Soleil laughed as she sauntered by, "I could get behind that if I weren't so into me and Rhiannon as best couple." She flashed a friendly grin at the redhead; her words weren't intended to be confrontational - just an acknowledgment of the flyer she'd just been handed. As much as she loved Elouise and as loyal as she was, Soleil found the Jameson-Ella dynamic rather entertaining.
Noura Orlav 05/01/17 I have really high hopes. I've already started planning your wedding. I have a scrapbook. You look pretty damn good with your head pasted on Kate Middleton's body. Jameson isn't very convincing as Prince William, but it's an improvement.
I never did catch your number. At any rate, I'm free for drinks this evening if you are. I'll be at Yevgeny's until 11.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/18/17 "Seven?" The man pauses, a hand reaching up to scratch his cheek as he ponders the prospect. He'd simply have to let Cait know he would not be home in time to tuck the boys in. No sweat. "That should work fine. I will clear my schedule."
After a few awkward attempts, he successfully retrieves his papers from his new acquaintance. "I am a naturally hot-blooded individual, though. I believe I'd be best served keeping you warm, if anything. And I have a coat." His stark tone is far from flirtatious, but it's simply in his nature. Must be the accent. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ella. I shall see you at seven."
Lloyd R Darrow 04/17/17 "Free? Tonight?" He enunciates the words only to better comprehend the question. The lawyer is a literal man, working in fact. That is why the law suits him so well - he is able to function in a world of black and white; right and wrong. But, Lloyd is under clear instructions. Socialize, be welcoming.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/16/17 Nervous would be an understatement for the poor man. He is innately awkward, still socially inept even with his own spouse. So, factor in an embarrassing introduction to a complete stranger, and Lloyd is due for a stroke at any moment. "Do I.. Love my wife?" He blinks several times, unsure if she had just actually presented him with such a loaded question.
"I.. In a manner of speaking.. It's impossible to say.." He finally pauses from his cascade of fragments, clearing his throat thereafter. "She had children!" He pipes back up, being just as disastrous as before, the poor ball of nerves. "I, ahm. Yes. I love my wife."
Lloyd R Darrow 04/15/17 Lloyd shuffles down the halls, distracted by paperwork he shuffles through with dexterous fingers. Tongue clacking lowly against the roof of his mouth, the lawyer continues on, stocking feet gliding against laminate floor in an almost child-like fashion. Out of the corner of his eye, a red-head stands. Without much attention to detail, he stuffs the paperwork under an arm, quickly sliding over to make a comical, abrupt appearance before Caitlyn.
"Hey, Cait. What are y-" He cuts off, his face a mask of sheer horror. They're multiplying. "I thought.. No. Not my wife. Hello, I'm Lloyd." The man offers his hand, the stack of papers consequently cascading to the ground, slipping every which way, and generally making a disaster of his before-meticulously sorted files. This first encounter isn't awkward at all.
Elouise Warrock 04/13/17 Been thinking those insults up all day, I'm sure. Glad to see you're so concerned about my ass, and my child.
He has a great ass, so I wouldn't be surprised. Have fun with the major disappoint that will be his ultimate rejection!
Elouise Warrock 04/13/17 Touché. At least I'm not an unwashed trollop, which I'm sure is hard for you.
You can gawk at my husband all that you'd like, but unfortunately enough for you nothing will ever come to fruition. He's a loyal man. And you're just...not good looking enough to ruin a marriage over.
Noura Orlav 04/13/17 I'm glad you didn't even pose that as a question, because drinks should never be a question.
Soleil Whitaker 02/07/17 Soleil kept grinning as she thrust out her hand. Ella seemed innocent and sweet enough. "People are indeed friendly," she agreed, nodding, "For the most part, anyways." A couple of faces flashed through her mind - there were some dwellers of the Realm who scared the living sh*t out of her. Luckily, she hadn't had any unpleasant encounters. Yet.
"Pleasure is mine, actually. If you ever need anything, Ella," she continued, nonchalantly digging the toe of her boot into the ground, "Don't be a stranger. I'm always around."
Soleil had heard all the latest commotion and drama regarding the Orlavs and some new girl. Afterall, it made the front page of this week's issue of Death and Style. Who the f*ck was she? Soleil had to find out for herself.
She was passing by when she recognized the girl from the picture printed in D&S. She figured it wouldn't hurt to make herself known to the stranger, so she approached slowly. Clearing her throat, she brought two fingers up to her forehead in a small salute. "Hello," she said, announcing her presence, "I'm Soleil. I just wanted to give you a friendly, yet late welcome to the Realm." Soleil hoped the other girl wouldn't find her behavior suspicious, and offered a wide smile in attempt to thwart any initial animosity or uncertainty.
Did she just... oh God. She did. Noura found a spirit animal. She knows she did, because she can practically feel the annoyance coming from home. Lowering her hand once sure of her composure, a solid grin can be found painted upon her lips. "Just try not to feed his ego too much."
-Has appeared out of nowhere, fingers tangling against long strands of bright ginger hair. Is entranced. Captivated. Allured.-
Jameson Orlav 02/02/17 Eternally hypersensitive to the atmosphere and energies around him, there isn't a second of this strange girls elevated enamoring that he doesn't pick up on.
He's teetering the line between uncomfortable and intrigued, and though her fingers lingered against his hand, he's the first to pull away.
"Pleasure, Ella. I'm not sure that's the best idea but.." Chocolate eyes narrow beneath knotted brows, "Are you hanging around Moscow for a while?"
Elouise Warrock 02/02/17 Elouise's eyebrows lift in utter amusement. "Good luck with that. Let me know how it goes."
Elouise Warrock 02/02/17 Elouise can't help but scoff. And then her trigger finger itches. A condescending smirk plants itself on her now decidedly hostile visage.
"You mean the oaf that just lumbered off? He's my husband. And you won't be getting his number. Best steer clear of married men, especially ones with violent wives."
Handsome? Handsome. Yes, he was quite the handsome fellow. Jameson straightens up, composure tight, as though he were preening. A bird putting his proud feathers on display.
"My name is Jameson." He extends a hand, offering calloused fingers for the girl to shake, "And you are..?"
Lennox Orlav 07/25/18 "Playing hard ball, I see. I can admire that." Lennox nods to himself, appearing thoughtful. He can play nice for however long it's necessary. Patience is key.
Dark eyes shift toward the woman walking beside him, a small furrow between his brows. "No. My memory is decent even when I've been drinking." And how he fervently wishes it wasn't. "Why?"
Lennox Orlav 07/25/18 Pretty, but not too bright. How disappointing. Seems his baby brother's taste in women isn't fantastic, which he already knew. Seeing it firsthand drives it home.
"First you imply I'm hot and then say I'd be handsome if I shaved my unibrow. Your indecisiveness might make a man self conscious. I can't figure out if you're flirting or insulting," he chuckles.
Lennox Orlav 07/25/18 "Because I asked," Lennox grins. "You're right, I could be a serial killer. I'll start to walk the opposite direction if you like..." He begins to turn but stops at her name and goes back to where he was.
"Elouise. I'm Lennox, your lunch meal ticket." His face twists. "Ted Bundy? Really? Maybe if he got rid of the unibrow."
Lennox Orlav 07/21/18 "Consider me prepared. Fortunately for us, we can order all the desserts you want," he laughs, obviously undeterred at the knowledge of this woman poaching from his plate. "You do need to share one more thing with me: your name."
Soleil Whitaker 07/20/18 Soleil presses the call button as soon as she receives Elouise's most recent text. It's clear that meeting in person isn't an option, and Soleil is tired of this futile back-and-forth messaging. She wants an answer, an explanation. Something, anything. The line rings a few times before the call connects, and when it does, Soleil is speechless. She'd been prepared to yell, curse, and scream at the woman she'd once loved vehemently, but now... in this moment? She's unable to make a sound.
Lennox Orlav 07/20/18 "What a delightful death it would be." Winks. "Let me guess... you'll be eating half of mine, too?"
Lennox Orlav 07/20/18 "I thought millennials were all about equality. That means you pay half, right?" The grin indicates his teasing. "Yes, you eat, I pay. Try to leave some for me, if it's not too much to ask."
Lennox Orlav 07/20/18 "Why not a lunch date first?" Lennox chuckles. "A lapdance would be great but I'm not that much of a d-ck. No pressure."
Lennox Orlav 07/20/18 "No. I would remember that particular pleasure from such a beautiful woman. Are you offering?"
Lennox Orlav 07/20/18 "By all means. I wouldn't dream to think you may care even the tiniest amount. You go on not caring and I'll enjoy my half Snickers you so kindly shared."
Lennox Orlav 07/20/18 "I'm disappointed." Lennox accepts the half Snickers and takes a bite. "You did share a little, if not the full bar. Does that mean you care a little, too?"
Life has a nasty way of giving you the finger when you finally think everything is perfect. One day, all is well, the next, it isn't.
I love you but am not in love with you, and I can't see falling head over heels for anybody any time soon.
"They were so hospitable. How dare they take me under their wing and give me a home. Total garbage."
Come now, that's no way to behave. I'm forwarding you the details to an apartment in the city. Drop by and let's see what we can get up to.
Deep down, Soleil knows that's a lie. Elouise had been her best friend; the bond they shared was unmistakable, undeniable. More importantly, it's permanent. The young Whitaker hated Elouise for the things she'd coerced her into doing, hated herself for being so easily betrayed. But, the older woman would always, always hold a small part of Soleil's heart captive. And that, perhaps, was what she hated most.
It’s not hatred or resentment that push the words out from between her lips. Rather, it’s unabashed honesty. Soleil’s view of the woman had changed drastically in the days following Trista’s death - the affair had just acted as a catalyst for her abrupt departure from Moscow.
Elouise is practically sprinting away before the younger woman can continue with her response. Logan gurgles quietly in his car seat, fully awake and attentive. Soleil steps closer, fingers reaching out to caress the infant’s rosy cheek. Their eyes lock for a moment, and Soleil can’t help but notice the uncanny resemblance in the child’s features. She’d been swindled. Again. Forced into a situation that she knows will turn out to be more than problematic.
With a deep breath, Soleil retrieves her phone to type out a quick message to her wife. This is not going to end well. Soleil can feel it.
Soleil Whitaker 12/11/17 If Soleil Whitaker is at all phased by Elouise’s new nature, she most certainly does not let it show. She stares, arms still crossed over her chest. “I will always be grateful for what you did for me, Elouise. I’d be dead without you,” she states without a hint of insincerity. The older woman had, indeed, saved Soleil’s life. And yes, they had loved eachother - vehemently in their own ways. Truth be told, Soleil could never hate Elouise. Not for the affair, at least.
“I hate you because you used me, not because we slept together. I hate that you knew what I felt for you, and exploited it. You manipulated me for your own selfish benefit.”
In Jameson’s frequent absence, it had been Soleil who’d kept his bride company. In El’s desperate search for him, Soleil had been the one to clean up the mess. Any request for assistance, the young Whitaker would come running, no questions asked. It’d only been in hindsight that Soleil was just a pawn in Elouise’s game.
“I’m not doing you any more favors. We took care of eachother when necessary. But, that child is not my responsibility.”
Soleil Whitaker 12/11/17 The sudden physical contact is enough to set something loose in Soleil’s composure. “Don’t f*cking touch me,” she seethes. The blonde’s hold is a lot stronger than Soleil remembers, but it’s blatant rage that gives her the strength to yank her arm away.
She glances at the infant, who stirs slightly at the sound of her raised voice. Shaking her head, she continues, more quietly, “I’m done doing you favors, Elouise. Maybe you should’ve taken a second to think before you slaughtered all the people who could’ve taken him.” The comment is intended to sting, and Soleil hopes that El is beginning to get the message.
“We’re finally happy again. I’m not letting your inability to care for another human being f*ck that up.”
Soleil Whitaker 12/11/17 The request of aid hadn’t even come in the form of a question. Rather, it had been a statement, as if Elouise had caught a whiff of the momentary hesitation. Soleil had always been a complete sucker for her best friend, and that dogged devotion had f*cked her in the end.
She traps the words behind her teeth. There will be no bending under El’s charm; Soleil’s jaw sets, hands clench into tight fists. The request takes her by surprise, but it’s pettiness and resentment that first prompt her to reply. Of course Elouise needed help. And of motherf*cking course she had sought out her former right hand man.
Soleil doesn’t wait for a reply because she’s already made up her mind. She’d taken the time to methodically erase every hint of Elouise, the Order, and her time abroad. Absolved of the marital offenses she’d committed against Rhiannon, the young Whitaker had vowed to never initiate contact, or seek El’s company. In this moment, she is still true to her word.
“I can’t,” she states firmly, arms coming up to cross over her chest, “And even if I could, why would I want to?”
Soleil Whitaker 12/11/17 There’s no doubt in Soleil’s mind that Elouise has some kind of plan in place. She’d been sent coordinates, a sign of standard Orlav meticulousness. It doesn’t take long to reach her destination.
Soleil runs a hand through her brunette locks - the platinum blonde had seemed a little too immature for her newly assumed maternal duties. Hazel eyes meeting icy blues for the first time in months. Something’s slightly awry in the woman’s nature, and the unfamiliarity sends a chill down Soleil’s spine. Still, she steps closer.
Straight to the chase. Get in, get out. Every second that passes in the blonde’s intoxicating proximity is a reminder of Soleil’s sins, weakening the still fresh sutures of her restless heart. Her resolve wavers just as her gaze drops, hands shove themselves deep into coat pockets. She inhales sharply, the shock of cold air giving her resolve new fervor.
The call is disconnected before Soleil can even finish the thought. Of course the older woman would have some kind of plan that Soleil would only be privy to in the moments just before it’s implemented. She mumbles, hoisting herself off the couch and up the stairs to change out of her ‘comfy clothes.' It’d been a short conversation, but in just those few minutes, Soleil had been drained of her energy. Typical of any correspondence with Elouise Orlav.
As promised, she receives a text with an address. Keys, wallet, helmet. How pathetic it is that she’s, once again, running to El’s side. But, her guard is up this time. With her family in mind, Soleil is cautious, and hyperaware of the older woman’s tactics - she’s over the Orlav charm.
Soleil Whitaker 11/09/17 Soleil falls silent, taking note of the way El inhales sharply. She listens for Wilson’s steady heartbeat on the floor above, picks up on the sound of a car passing in the street. She feels… weird. Elouise Orlav had always been an enigma to her, not only because she’d kept particular details hidden for the majority of their friendship. But, something in her tone does not sit well with the young Whitaker. Her free hand reaches up to fidget with a lock of platinum blonde hair. She’s not quite sure how to proceed with the conversation.
“I’m tired of all this cryptic, secret bullsh*t, El. I stood by your side for a long time, no questions asked. But, I’m over it. Secrets kill."
Soleil Whitaker 11/02/17 Soleil can’t help but scoff. “You’ve been watching, huh? That’s a lot, Elouise. Even for you.” The young woman had chosen to ignore the fact that she was under constant surveillance in Moscow - it wasn’t a secret that Dr. Orlav and his wife liked to keep the Order’s members in check. But, to know that El had been watching, even after the demise of their relationship, does come as a shock.
“I do know him, actually,” she states, now standing to pace the length of the living room floor, “We’ve had minimal conversation, but we're at least acquaintances."
Soleil knows Elis Griffyn to be a conversationalist, a man of curiosity and quick wit. They’d first interacted during Elis’ ‘Be More Cordial’ phase, and had engaged in a few more polite conversations in the weeks to follow. But, beyond his gentlemanly manner and curious sense of humor, Soleil knows very little of the man.
Soleil Whitaker 10/30/17 “Who told you that?” Soleil asks, shifting to the edge of the couch. Concern is now palpable in her tone. “Elouise, what’re you… what the hell is going on?”
She’s speaking over the other woman, ignoring the affirmation of eternal love Elouise holds in her heart. But, at the mention of Wilson, her train of anxious and worried thoughts come to a screaming halt. “How do you know about Wilson?”
The Whitaker women hadn’t necessarily made the adoption public knowledge. Of course, Margot and Callum knew, but outside of family, very few people knew that they’d finally started a family. Her brow furrows as she tries to recall if she’d ever mentioned it to Elouise before their falling out. She’s been so caught up in her newly acquired maternal duties that all the days had started to blur together. Every day spent with Wilson and Rhiannon feels like an unsatisfactorily small moment.
Soleil blinks. The sound of her voice is enough to make the young Whitaker’s heart skip a beat. It’s different, not quite so… lively. as it used to be. But, it’s familiar enough for Soleil to know, for certain, that she’s speaking to Elouise Orlav.
It comes out as a whisper. She’s frozen with the phone pressed firmly to her ear; she wouldn’t be able to hang up, even if she wanted to. Somehow, her free hand lifts to clasp over her mouth. It’d been weeks since the last time they’d spoken. In fact, their last correspondence had been an expression of regret and disdain for their relationship.
A small part of her psyche is still angry, and Soleil wants nothing more than to let the fire rain down on her former best friend. Why now? Why do you keep coming back? Why can’t you just leave me the f*ck alone? Questions race through her mind. Instead, she lowers herself onto the couch slowly, and takes a stabilizing breath.
Soleil Whitaker 10/27/17 Life is good. Better than good. It’s perfect. After the affair, she’d harbored some pretty nasty feelings for Elouise Orlav. Now, her old life is a distant memory. The life she has now - the one she’s built with Rhiannon - is all she could ever ask for. Over the last few weeks, Soleil has grown comfortable in the routine of being a mother - she has abandoned her late, lazy mornings of television and cat naps. Instead, she wakes when her wife does, showers, brews two cups of coffee, and makes eggs and avocado toast for breakfast. She’s learned to be domestic, to be a homemaker - a role she would’ve scoffed at six months prior to the adoption.
It’s late. Wilson is asleep in his room - Soleil knows because she can hear his steady breath, and rhythmic heartbeat from the living room. She takes a moment, reveling in the stillness of the house. The living room is tidy, the kitchen cleaned top to bottom. The only thing she’s missing is her wife. Her phone rings as she pours herself a glass of wine, and without a glance at the caller ID, she accepts the call.
“Hey, babe. Are you headed home yet? I have an open bottle of wine, and an insatiable craving for you."
Because if you truly love someone - if they really mean that much to you - you don't f*cking betray them the way you betrayed me.
Soleil Whitaker 09/26/17 The young woman freezes. For a moment, her resolve weakens. But, she quickly realizes that even if Elouise is being honest, there is no benefit in falling for her charm. Soleil had done it once, and it almost cost her the life she'd worked so hard to build.
Soleil Whitaker 09/26/17 Soleil is just getting out of the shower when her phone chimes. Curious as to who might be texting her at this hour, she plucks the small device from its place on the window sill. The young Whitaker almost hurls the phone at the adjacent wall, shocked by the name that appears on the screen.
Her grip tightens as she glances at the closed bathroom door. Rhiannon is on the opposite side, still tangled up in their sheets. After the affair, Soleil had made a silent promise to cease all communication with the Orlavs. She’d made an exception when Elouise sent Fish home to New York.
Admittedly, she finds herself thinking of their relationship from time to time. But, Soleil knows that she’d cut off her own arm before she ever reached for Elouise Orlav again. That being said, she types out an noncommittal, yet honest response.
I can understand that. Not a great deal of babies do from what I've heard. I got calming spells though *coughs*
Lucius Dalca 09/16/17 Lucius watched Autumn bouncing off to get food and clothes with a devious grin before checking his phone on the side arm of the couch.
True. I can't help it though. Not many people call pull of ginger but I know I look damn fine. It's no wonder you can't stop thinking about me. I think about me all the time.
Not at all. Would just be cool to hang out but my diary is filling up so wanted to get you into it for this week before it's too late.
ELOUISE PRUDENCE. THERE CANNOT BE A BABY INSIDE OF ME. We literally just had this conversation and Atticus will tie cement blocks to my feet and throw me into the ocean.
I promise not to eat you so long as you don't start looking or smelling like fried chicken. Or scrambled eggs. Or rhubarb pie?
Soleil Whitaker 09/11/17 Soleil and Rhiannon are thrilled to have their three-legged, cuddle loving canine back in New York; the brownstone finally feels like home again. The younger Whitaker sits on the edge of the kitchen counter, watching her wife put away the last of dinner's leftovers. She smiles, the happiness in her heart radiating throughout her muscles and bones. When Rhiannon retreats into the living room, Soleil pulls out her phone.
Out of impulse, she'd told Elouise to cut ties and delete her contact information. Perhaps hypocritically, she hadn't brought herself to do the same. Her thumbs hover over the touchscreen keyboard, poised to tap out a lengthy text expressing her feelings for the woman she'd once called her best friend. Instead, she types the two most honest words she knows.
When you free next? I have a date tonight and another Thursday but I should be able to slip you one in one evening if you're bored and lonely.
I'm bloody waiting, woman. I've done all I can possible be do aside from turn to mist and shimmer to the goddamn airport like some sort of vampire.
I'm always cute. If you're wearing a onesie, I'm forcing you to sit alone in steerage. First Class is for the classy people. Be classy.
Jesus Christ, woman, it's a good thing I have so many air miles. First Class or I'm going home. Come pick me up - I'll grab my travel Scrabble.
Jameson is not going to get to Logan while he is with me. You know that. This might be the safest place for the both of you.
It's whatever you want it to be. I'm not up to much so you can come over if you want and hang out. I'll ping you the address. No robe this time I'm afraid.
I doubt he minded. He adores Logan. He loves babies and kids in general... so do I. Give the little one hugs and kisses for me.
I've not seen many babies in clubs, but that doesn't mean we can't be trendsetters. Japanese are odd ducks and they love things that are kawaii. So like, that should mean Logan is allowed in without question.
Say when and where. I'll be there with my finest 'going out' attire. Spoiler: It ain't much. The good news is drinks will be free all night long.
...oh, me. You're telling me, that's why you texted. Umm fvck yes? It's actually been a hot minute since I had such a good time I forgot what happened.
Elis Griffyn 08/22/17 Elis grins and picks up his boombox, leaving the tequila bottles where they sit.
Elis Griffyn 08/22/17 "Ugh! You don't call, you don't text. How else am I meant to make you like me? I'm on the edge here, Elouise. I'm on the edge."
He drops his hands to his sides and sighs all the sighs a man could sigh in his current predicament.
Elis Griffyn 08/22/17 Oh! He had a plan for this bit too. And as the onesie-clad wonder appeared in the window, Elis put down the boombox and grabbed two packets of Cheetos. With hands securely gripped around the bags, he applied pressure and pop, their contents sprung into the air like cheesy, delicious confetti. He raised his voice and declares...
Elis Griffyn 08/22/17 With a boombox in his hands and tequila in bottles on the floor, Elis Griffyn stood before the doors to The Order and hit play.
Lucius Dalca 08/18/17 Lucius was all but happy to take Logan into his arms and cuddle the tiny baby, "Such a handsome boy" He chuckled softly before answering Elouise, "Moana is a great movie! But why are you showing my newphew the Shining???" His eyes narrowed down at Elouise slightly before laughing again, "Thank you though for the room, Ill take it! We aren't moving from London though we just figured since we are going to be visiting Romania a lot then why not have a house there too, ya know? You can come and visit any time too. Its a bit warmer than Moscow." He paused then grin slightly.
That was a really lovely song. I wish I could hear you sing it. Unfortunately, the hazmat suit I'd be forced to wear in your vicinity makes it rather hard to hear. And, the most important part, I don't actually want to be near you. How the fvck did you get my number? Are you stalking me?
Lucius Dalca 08/17/17 Lucius smiled when Elouise came out with Logan and hugged her back, "She is still in Romania with my folks. She wanted to do more house shopping but asked me to give you a hug and a kiss for Logan for her, which reminds me." He leaned over to give Logan a small kiss on the top of his head, "Hows is my adopted nephew doing??" He smiled wider at the baby then looked back up at Elouise, "I like Moscow. I heard of your invitation and decided to represent the coven. You got a room for me to stay in?"
"I can promise I'm not flirty. Certainly not with you. I believe your leg-hair is longer than mine."
Jameson Orlav 01/01/17 It takes only Elouise's entrance into the room for Jameson to forgo the rest of his work. She finds his lap, curling up easily as she always had. But before he fulfils his duty in the exchange of words, he pulls himself away if only slightly, fingers tucking behind the dip of her neck and thumbs pressing her chin to tip her head in the direction of his own.
Autumn Summers 12/28/16 "You need to be telling your husband that, love, not me, though I am glad you're willing to talk to me about it," she softens the rebuke with her gratitude. Elouise may not be all there, or entirely reliable, but she's still a friend.
Leaning over, Autumn gives the other woman's cheek a kiss. There is nothing beyond a platonic relationship implied in the gesture. It's meant for affection and comfort.
"Indeed you will. Go on home and fix things. I know he adores you, and you him. You've had time to think and cool down. Off with you." Knocking back the rest of her Johnnie, Autumn winks and flashes a cheeky grin. "I promise not to take it personally."
Autumn Summers 12/27/16 Autumn nods. She is not the type to nag. She makes a statement and leaves it up to whomever the words are directed at take them as they will. Elouise is no exception to this.
A faint, answering smile curls her lips. "It's amazing how easily another person can become your entire world, isn't it?"
The hand holding the smoke closes around the glass and brings it to her lips. Proper sips this time, savoring the scotch the way it should be.
"I'm glad you messaged me. If you do ever need a place to escape for a little while, you're always welcome at my house. It's big but just me and Maddie." The smile broadens.
Jameson Orlav 12/19/16 Elouise is laying flat against the floor. It was a good thing she decided to speak up or he would have stepped right on her. Still, Jameson can't help but think that she seems a little off. Her insistence that he sit procures a loosely furrowed brow over his gaze. Its as though she's about to tell him that she has the plague. Or wants to.. leave him.
He shutters as his heart flutters, but he sits. Not flat against the floor, but with his legs crossed beneath him. Then, without warning, she presents her ailment to him. Simply, with no argument or stall. It makes sense to him now. Her anguish. Her mourning.
"El, you're.." Teeth grind blindly against his lip while he tries his hardest to digest, "Is this real? You really are?"
An energy begins to build inside of him, but it does not resemble anger, or bewilderment. He doesn't seem to be ill tempered or disappointed, but simply.. Happy. Happy as a grin spreads across his lips, lighting his eyes as the smile spreads over them. Jameson pounces, his limps wrapping around his wife, squeezing harder than he had realized as laughed into her hair.
Jameson Orlav 12/16/16 Again, he gets another alarming text from Elouise. While she promises no trickery, he can't help but wonder what was waiting for him on the other side of the cell phone. It was just their thing. Playful banter. Frivolous lies. It was all in good fun, usually. But Jameson doesn't jump right away. Instead, he sends a text back;
And finishes up what he is working on, knowing that it won't take him very long. Numbers could always wait, but he's got so much meticulous work backed up on his desk. He would soon need to hire an assistant..
Soon, he finds his way to their suite. The door is open, as it often is during the day when they were around.
"Ellie?" Jameson pushes through the doorway, eyes searching the room for the blonde as he sheds his jacket. "Where are you? What's wrong?"
Jameson Orlav 12/05/16 Did he get to sleep? Of course not. Not when she was out. Not until she got home. Always. Jameson sits up in bed, glasses setting against his nose as he read through his copy of a newly published medical resource journal. Boring? Maybe. But necessary.
Then she busted through the door. Brownie crumbling from her mouth. Eyes bloodshot. Tequila breath invading the room.
"Elouise?" He shuts the book, setting it to the side and throwing the covers from his legs. "What the.." Oh. The how. So Noura couldn't even wait 24 hours to turn his life upside down. "Listen, you're already making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. Really."
Jameson Orlav 09/22/16 Elouise draws away from their simple embrace and the in sudden lack of connection between thrm, Jameson almost allows a sound of detest to emanate from within his throat. The man brings down soft white teeth against his lower lip for a split second, catching the sound before it falls from his mouth.
She stares at him, waiting for him to break the silence, but he allows it to linger. Maybe longer than Elouise would have preferred, but Jameson doesn't get moments. Not moments of the savoring sort, at any rate. So he would allow them what felt like eons to digest the energy. After all, it had taken them many pranks and morph-child deaths to get here.
"Finally." Jameson's hand moves from the space in her hair and his fingertips are trailing lightly over the delicate skin of her jaw. This is before his hand cups at her cheek, and his thumb begins to rub absently at the corner of her mouth and over her chin. His expression is soft, and his eyes dance wildly. Aflame with amusement. Eagerness. Excitement.
Jameson Orlav 09/21/16 Breathing wasn't on Jameson's mind. He may not have even noticed if he'd stopped. The man is completely oblivious. Had his own breathing become erratic now that he'd initiated an outward display of sorts? When she looked up at him, searching for certainty with those bright eyes of hers, did his own breath hitch?
He couldn't be sure. But what he was confident about was the fluidity of his movement, and the way his reactions to her always seemed to come naturally. Jameson's instinctive way of feeding off of Elouise's energy was filled with nothing if not positivity.
So when he begins to lean forward once more, and his fingers find the mess of blonde tucked behind her ear, he doesn't think twice about allowing them to tangle. One hand finds the curve of her back to pull her just a little closer, and Jameson's touch is more gentle than he seems capable as his hand cradles the nape of her neck. All of his hesitation melts when he finally presses his lips against her own, simple and unassuming.
Jameson Orlav 09/21/16 Curious eyes have dropped to where her hands have reached for the fabric of his jacket, flattening against the leather. A grin may have tugged at the onset of his mouth at the corner almost involuntarily as she spoke.. As it often did. Jameson is a stubborn man, and being such meant he was not normally the type to be read. It seemed much harder for him to hide with this damn quinoa around all the time.
"Yes, fine." Jameson leans against her touch just a little, until her hands wander to the tops of his shoulders, "You do deserve it. Props are in order for your taco enthusiasm and your willingness to dress in matching onesies."
He's rolling his eyes, but he smiles. A toothy, almost goofy grin. He's amused, whole heartedly and without an excuse or a cover.
There's very little warning when Jameson leans in and the inches between them close quickly. He stops when the stubble of his face is brushing against the perfectly smooth skin of her own. In an apparent display of affection, the man nuzzles the very tip of his nose and lips against her cheek, and if she paid close attention, she would feel him smile.
Has anyone ever told you that you're ridiculous!? I mean truly, inexplicably, undisputedly... *trails off*
Children: Abigor&Mya Kravenoff,(Deceased)Scout(Deceased)Twins Marcus & David Venom(14 years old born dec.7)Triplets Dylan,Arya,CC (born 9/3/16),Robert William (August 3,2017)
Marah Danielle St. Claire was born in an aristocratic family of pure blood wolves. She had an older brother Marcus, a twin brother David and a baby sister Rhianna. when she was 5 years old a vampire Master turned her older brother and took him away when she was 10 Marcus came back and murdered her parents. The remaining 3 children were separated never to see each other again.When Dutchie first came to the realm she was a mere 15 year old just a few short months of turning 16. She was alone knowing no one till a man with dark hair and dressed in black approached her handing her his card telling her his name was Knight Kravenoff. She placed the card in her pocket not sure if she would ever need it. A few days passed when she took him up on his offer and gave him a call. He helped her with her problem but their story didn't end there they continued to see each other and one thing led to another and just after her 16th birthday they were wed,Years past and they had 2 children Abigor and Mya. But soon their life would have a messy ending with lies from who he thought was his friend and the death of their children. That was when she found her twin brother David.After her break up with Knight she married Danny Ocean Years later she found out he was the reason for her divorce from Knight. The Marriage was to fail from the beginning and never should have been. He refused to let her go till he died then she was free. A year later she met a nice guy just a year older then her his name was Velkin. They had a good life but then it ended with his death. For months after she believed that she was cursed and never to know love again till Digger Venom entered her life. They had 2 children together twin boys David and Marcus named after her brothers.
The greatest loss of all was the deaths of her sister and brothers and weeks later her husband Digger. Not wanting to go on she was killed but before her death she was turned by a Carpathian Vampire. For 6 years she lived their ways and even changed her name . All was great for years till she met a man . Promises were made then broken. Feeling betrayed and mostly used she left Ireland vowing never to return with hatred of those who lied and deceived her. On her Journey she contemplated death till she came across and old dear friend a fellow wolf. Who changed her mind and returned her to her rightful roots. That of the wolf. Little do her enemies of the real wolf that dwells within her.Now she has returned to LA her City. The city that she had fond memories along with that of heart break. But being back she has managed to run across many of her old and dear friends and some new ones. Also 2 very close friends whom she holds deep in her heart and one of the is the main key to her past. This is a new year with new beginnings where it leads only the fates know for sure. But she does know the road she is on its nothing like the past months that she spent promised and wishing on a false dream. No more lies and no more deceit in her life. She has found the one who accepts her for who she is and doesn't have to pretend and be what he wants her to be. He loves her for her and always has. She is herself again an Alpha Wolf and may god forgive who ever crosses her again.
A lot has happened these past months. The anger she once had for a man is gone. Her first love Angel Knight Kravenoff is back in her life. They have talked about getting back what they lost years ago. And that the love they had is still there. He has helped her with the nightmares that haunt her of Danny Ocean showing her he is dead and gone and cant ever hurt her again.
After a lot of disagreements and hostility Marah found out she was not only a blood Boru from her Grams but her parents were indeed her parents or so she thought till a evil master vampire told her he planted the papers and that her real parents were Marie Reilly and Ronan Boru. She also found out after 7 years He was the one who killed her brothers David and Marcus
Thanks, Marah. No real secret, just a lot of...patience. *she laughs again* Something of which I sometimes lack. But I know you can do!
Dita Morgenstern 09/12/18 [is terrified of children.] I try to avoid them, yes. Lots of things happened when I was a child that makes me avoid them.
Dita Morgenstern 09/04/18 [smiles sweetly.] I don't have many friends, just Miss Dessa, Miss Bree and Miss Maeve. I don't know where Dresden went so ..I just have lady friends. [nods.] And now you! This is so exciting!
LillyEmperium 09/01/18 Hmmmm.... I suppose you're not going to know what happened for you to become popular like this. Congratulations
Dita Morgenstern 08/29/18 [blushes.] Thank you! But I'm sure it won't be necessary. Everyone has been very nice to me so far.
[scrunches her face.] I don't really have any special talents to offer. Maybe I could blind them with my camera flash?
Dita Morgenstern 08/28/18 [giggles at Marah's sigh and her words.] I would never ask! I was just curious.
Dita Morgenstern 08/22/18 [tilts head ..traditional witch?] Oh, of course. Some people don't like to follow traditions do they?
[nervous laughter.] Wow, I never thought of that as a possibility. Dragon scale armor must be cool looking.
Dita Morgenstern 08/19/18 [frowns at the mention of the woman's husband passing.] I'm very sorry to hear, Miss Marah.
Dita Morgenstern 08/19/18 [giggles.] I just didn't think acupuncture with heels would be any fun for him.
[giggles.] Noooo. I made the 'Last Supper' in the flesh. But I can't get the 'Christ' off the wall. He's stuck.
[blinks.] It smells just awful. The Last Supper didn't last. I'm still trying to get the idol off the wall but it's stuck.
Dita Morgenstern 08/18/18 [eyes wide, Dresden has never told her dragons exist.] Dragons? They exist?!
[contemplates if she likes dragons, there's a joke there somewhere.] I don't know if I do, Miss Marah! I've never met a Dragon before! But I suppose I do because I can't judge them if I've never met them before..
LillyEmperium 08/18/18 *hugging her, Lilly smiled*i knew eventually everything would work out. You're father is well, as is everyone else. kinda just out an about right niw
LillyEmperium 07/15/18 there maybe another way, you not lose him. I have most of the books, it should be there.
LillyEmperium 07/15/18 *blinking she looked at her* you mean had. Yes I know of it, as well it's location
LillyEmperium 07/14/18 *Her brow furrowed as she looked to Marah* I felt a return, I knew it was him but he never came where he should have. I knew to an extent of Velkens return, but didn't expect this. A blood curse you say? It is possible, there were dark moments for both my father's. Few very dark ones for Ceph. I may have to approach him to tell exactly what was done... I might have to ask another for help as well. But there is generally a cure for every curse.. Just takes time to find it.
Ciaran_M_Boru 07/13/18 That will be easier said then done but good luck.I dont remember much of him I was young when I met him.
Ciaran_M_Boru 07/13/18 Whats the riddle ? You should see if lilly can help you . Ceph was her blood you k now.
Ciaran_M_Boru 07/13/18 "Dad tried that I should of told him all that was going on. Curses a rent easy to cure you know. Hope it works for you though. Da know about this?"
Ciaran_M_Boru 07/13/18 Oh my god stop! I am not a child that needs protecting .tell me what you want me to know. Why are you covering your arm? -He looks at her-
Ciaran_M_Boru 07/13/18 "I honestly wasnt looking for any one when I came back. I do know of them passing though. I have been to the grave yard for them already. How are you doing?"
Ronan Boru 04/17/18 Do I even ask? congrats on the most wanted. *Ronan looks at her and places the posted down.*
Alrick Ivanoff 03/08/18 "Will come." He said rather eagerly. His cousin had indeed been a busy man to father so much children. The clan would rise once more.
Alrick Ivanoff 03/08/18 Children? There were more out there? Tho was indeed good news to Alrick who stood and sheathed his sword. "Must meet young cousins." He said pulling back his hood showing is bearded face.
Alrick Ivanoff 03/07/18 His eyebrows shot up when she mentioned Angel. Add that she was married to him he drew his sword and drove it into the ground as he knelt before her. Once again he did his best to choose his words. "Angel is older cousin." He said with a bored head. "Is Ivanoffs duty to protect Kravenoff."
Alrick Ivanoff 03/07/18 Alrick approached the blonde maiden. She was bathed in the scent that he'd been following. Hopefully she would point him in the right direction. His medieval black armor glistening in the sun as he bored before her. Mulling the words over in his head, Alrick moistened his lips before speaking. "Maiden. Know Kravenoff?" He asked knowing full well that he butchered the language.
Amari Preston 10/26/18 You are cordially invited to a Halloween Party which will be from October 27 to November 1st. Place is Amari Preston's House Forum. The forum will be open to anyone who wish to drop by! Happy Halloween!
Khellen 10/10/18 WELL. I could batter you with my Big-Girl-Sword. Or we could use sticks. There's also magic *butIhaveyettomasterthecolourchangesonotthatplease*..
Livia Vlcek 08/20/18 WHERE'S MY PEANUT BUTTER? *points to security footage* That's totally your crossbow and hat...
Tanvir Buckley 02/03/18 Well I finally have my damn rose, no thanks to you. I had to search through the scummy back alleys for it. So much for you being the gentleman and delivering one to my door.
Idris Mowbry 04/16/17 -Comes hopping by in a bunny suit with an orange tabby cat sidekick in his basket-
-hands the man a basket full of whiskey, chocolates, assorted sharp knives and a stuffed rabbit wearing a large hat. Just like DVH's.-
Livia Vlcek 04/30/16 That seems to be the general consensus. *grins* You and all my ex-husbands have something in common.
Livia Vlcek 04/30/16 Porn convention? *takes a large step to the side* We're in Vegas right? *looks around*
Livia Vlcek 04/30/16 I got hungry. There was nothing left to eat. Surgical gloves and KY...it's hard times, man.
Ro TavVin 12/28/14 To be honest, I stopped paying attention to them somewhere around the 1 mil mark. Dint even realize I've gotten that many now.
Ro TavVin 12/28/14 Well...that is nearly 7 years' worth...though I can't remember when the game actually started keeping track of them.
Jack Horton 09/05/14 *jack pours a scotch over ice, swirling it around the glass before placing it in the comments and wandering away*
Sue Wanda Prescott 01/18/14 Some people have Mephobia, which is the fear of becoming so awesome that the human race can't handle it and everybody dies.
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Raising the profile of Black women killed by police violence, demonstration forces candidates to address racial injustice
Demanding that pervasive racial injustice and police brutality against people of color be addressed on the campaign trail, protesters with the Black Lives Matter movement interrupted speeches by Democratic candidates Bernie Sanders and Martin O'Malley Saturday evening.
Cutting off O'Malley's prepared remarks during the annual Netroots Nation convention in Phoenix, Arizona, activist Patrisse Cullors described the urgency driving the protest. "Let me be clear—every single day people are dying, not able to take another breath," she said. "We are in a state of emergency. If you do not feel that emergency, then you are not human. I want to hear concrete action plans."
Protesters said they were galvanized by this week's one year anniversary of the police killing of Eric Garner and the suspicious and tragic death of Sandra Bland. During the event, they chanted and challenged the candidates to "Say her name," referring to Bland and other women killed while in police custody, and to "Say that black lives matter."
The action made it clear that the minority vote should not be taken for granted by candidates on the left.
It's a national embarrassment that an illegal immigrant can walk across the border and receive free health care and one of our Veterans that has served our country is put on a waiting list and gets no care.