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This blog will not be deleted, as I'll no doubt be checking in on you butts from time to time when I'm feeling nostalgic -- but as of today it'll no longer be in use.  It's been a real year and a half MERP -- but I can't really keep up with you or keep up my muse for you anymore no matter how hard I try to will it. [ and boy have I fuckin tried ] Anyone following me is welcome to add me on skype; swarmofbreez if you still want to keep in touch. Stay frosty.

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   There is a thought as the blonde stays hidden in the confines of her own sweater, that when she emerged again the medical books would have disappeared and in their place would be a cocktail--with one of those little umbrellas. And while the fantasy is still ripe in her mind--she'd be in Hawaii instead of this cafe. A deep and very tired sigh sounds...if only it were that easy.     She blinks underneath the dark fabric. Someone heard and is witnessing this pathetic display...fantastic. Slowly slender arms uncurl from her around her head and she moves out from the black garment. Her hair, messed and probably a little staticy, sticks up in places--overall very much adding, on the outside, to her disheveled state of mind.      " Preferably pungent and cost effective. " the reply is uttered flatly and the woman tries her damndest to keep a straight face before ultimately failing. A smile then curls the end of her lips and a soft chuckle rumbles through her. Plucking the pen off the table her attention soon, yet reluctantly, to her work.  " --Sorry you had to see that. " she chuckles again, though he doesn't look up from the book on the table.

    Another day in the wastes — or at least far away from what he could be doing. Busying himself with the hustle of common chatter and lead scratching against paper almost cathartic in the way their rhythms express the wielder’s boredom. The sound proves almost unbearable to the driver, but he makes do with his own crossword and a cup of coffee — black.

    However, the day wouldn’t be complete without a pique of his interest. His eyes scan across the grossly over-decorated room, landing on bored faces or half-eaten pastries compliments of the chef. Then, they fall along the pages of some less-than-interesting medical studies across from him followed by the youthful whining of the girl. Interesting and fantastic. What a day. 

             "Well, you’re in a cafe. There’s drinks everywhere." A silent chuckle. "Unless you’re looking for something a little more pungent."

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      fite me

spectrewolf replied to your post: Rheeeaaaaa

[thAT FACE. JESUS FUCK.]

     —u got a prob wit my faces, bro?

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spectrewolf replied to your post: Rheeeaaaaa

[thAT FACE. JESUS FUCK.]

     --u got a prob wit my faces, bro?

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    Think of how much you are going to miss all this free time once your baby is born...

Rheeeaaaaa

     ….are we really going to do this again?

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Rheeeaaaaa

     ….are we really going to do this again?

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[ PLAYING CATCH-UP ] - closed -

" I’d love for my next occupation to be a little less flashy—if I can help it. Perhaps I’ll double as bounty hunter hmm? Steal all your bounties before you can get to them. ” He watched her carefully—or as carefully as a tipsy drell can—to make sure she didn’t choke on her drink. An enormous “eat shit” grin played on his lips and he let out a laugh. “Rookie, I don’t think you can even hold your liquor, let alone a bounty,” he mused, patting her on the back. His palm curved around her slender shoulder—perhaps for a moment too long. He let’s out a deep sigh before plopping back against his seat again. The battered and bruised drell snatched his cup again, taking a large swig. His throat moved as he gulped, the sound loud and obvious. He was beginning to lose the ability to decipher something being too loud or too rude—that, or he just didn’t care anymore. “Wouldn’t we all like something less flashy?” he grumbled, his dark, sea-green eyelids falling heavy over his golden stare. He shifts in his chair, his sight a little fuzzy and a little dizzy. “It’d certainly draw less attention, you know?” the large blue drell hiccuped, leaning about in his seat. He let out an inebriated laugh—he was at least drunk by this point. Faust poked a finger at the top of her sternum. “Hey,” he managed to say, “you threatening me my bounties?” A playful snarl hit his lips, something outside of his stubborn and withdrawn nature as of recently. He itched for a moment at one of the dried gashes on his arm beneath his sleeve. The bounty hunter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you and everyone else—hey, can I get another?” he slurred at G’nesh. The batarian glanced at him for a long while before grabbing his cup and refilling it. The care for his customer was now long gone after Faust’s last drink, and this was blatant in the last look he gave Rhea, followed by a low, short grunt. The intoxicated alien moved his head to look at his companion, pointing a thumb at G’nesh none-too-slyly, to his ignorance. "What’s his problem?"

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Rhea & Jordan's Doodle Giveaway Extravaganza

   I’ve reached 200+ on Rhea’s and 100+ on Jordan's account so I figured I'd do a joint thing instead of having to deal with two separate giveaways.      I’d like to personally say thank you to those who follow me and for thinking that either of my girls were worth a follow at all. —It means a lot. Everyone’s support is appreciated more than you know.     I’m afraid I don’t have much money to throw around to do some awesome cool giftcard giveaway like I’ve seen in the past.          But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me artsy for people like you. If you are not interested in what I have to say, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t abide by these rules, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.                         ….I just watched Taken don’t mind me.

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    [ Rhea looks down to the floor momentarily then looks back to James ] --Whatever her reasoning, I know it's a good one. Because I know she doesn't like be gone from her bol'shoy plyushevyy mishka for long. [ she then gives James a kiss to his forehead, much like a mother would do to reassure her child. ] Everything is fine. Okay? --Oh and; Ya ne govoryu privkus, ya ledi. [ she waggles a finger at him ]

She’s not around much. [He states with no emotion to his voice or in his scarred and bloody face, though it was less injured thanks to Rhea’s careful and gentle touch. He owes her, more times than he can count on his fingers.] I don’t know what has her so.. i’unno— gone all the time. And just because I don’t know.. um, Russian or whatever doesn’t mean I can’t tell you’re not talking smack.

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[ whiiispers here or on Kane or both??? byE ]

[[ both b/c i love writing w/ u o k.  Also in her modern au she's a medical student...SO. her n' sky can be medical wonder twins. and save all the people. hopefully. ]]