Haruto Souma ✩ 操真晴人
11 August 2013 @ 03:43 am
Date & Time: August 12th, evening
Location: Some in-town restaurant, Apartment 701
Characters: Haruto Souma & Kousuke Nitoh
Summary: Birthdays.
Warnings: Kissing???? I'll update if it needs it.

TWO BIRTHDAY POSTS IN ONE NIGHT? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK. )
 
 
actual mother hen lenalee lee.
11 August 2013 @ 12:37 pm
Date & Time: backdated to August 10th, afternoon
Location: apartment 407
Characters: friends and possibly some... unwanted visitors...
Summary: we celebrate Lavi's birthday by letting all the weirdos in
Warnings: n/a

Read more... )
 
 
Lucy Heartfilia
11 August 2013 @ 03:53 pm
 
Date & Time: Aug 11th, afternoon
Location: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaall around
Characters: Lucy Heartfilia and Sanji
Summary: Lucy promised to show Sanji around in and outside the city.
Warnings: Yeah right :I

Another day, and still her friend was missing. But she was determined not to let it dampen her day. She had promised a newcomer a tour - or at least to look him to the market and outside of the city. Thus, after stepping out of her apartment, she went to meet Sanji outside the Initiative building in order to show him around. In fact, she even sent him a quick message to let him know she was there.
 
 
evil stepmother jack vessalius
11 August 2013 @ 04:07 pm
Date & Time: Aug 10th, afternoon
Location: a cute café with mismatched china
Characters: clown ([personal profile] maddeninghatter) and clown ([personal profile] psychopath)
Summary: just high tea! no intentions of murder or anything.
Warnings: none yet!

Nice weather today )
 
 
Chloe Frazer
Date & Time: 8/ 5
Location: a less than reputable local-run bar
Characters: Chloe Frazer and YOU POSSIBLY
Summary: Chloe's Exsilium birthday! One year spent in this place means it's a good time to get into a fight or two, right?
Warnings: Punching. So much punching.

Easy, big guy. Trust me, it's all just a misunderstand-- [Chloe clips her attempt at diplomacy short: opting for the more appealing route of keeping her head fixed firmly on her shoulders as she flattens herself-- palms pressed against the wood of an old, barely standing bar table and what scattered playing cards are left in unorganized heaps along its beer-soaked surface-- just as a glass bottle whizzes right past the top of her forehead to catch (and shatter) on the edge of the booth behind.] --ing.

Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat until I fall asleep )