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August 14th, 2009

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July 17th, 2009

01:47 pm - I am going to rip my throat out. Alejfa;lsdkjfa;lksdjfa;ldjflnvoa;sdj;aksljdflaknco;asjdf - Translation: I've been bounced from three f***friggen**ing, flights. THREE. Is everyone in the world trying to get into this stupid city. Right now I'm considering taking a train in...hopefully. Or connect in Orlando (flight number 5 attempt today) Current Location: Atlanta's Airport of Ass. Current Mood: pissed off

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July 16th, 2009

11:19 pm - Preparing for New York so--it's been a strange day. I'm excited about New York though--I can't wait to meet everyone that I've been talking to for two or so years! Anyway--My packing adventure began with Delta, which was very easy, and TSA, which is very not easy. All I was looking for, really, was if they considered toothpaste a liquid or gel (and they do). So I checked the prohibited items section. I had no idea how much sh*t you could check! Knives, swords, guns, nunchucks! friggen Nunchucks! Bows and arrows, really, anything you can think of...heaven forbid the terrorists manage to get into their checked luggage, those planes would have no contest. Anyway. I have two books, a journal, a pack of phase 10 cards, a winning smile and hopefully enough money to survive in New York for the weekend. I can't wait to see everyone! Current Location: In mi bed Current Mood: excited Current Music: Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria Tags: strange but true, travel

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01:09 am - The Beast - Part 1 English Toffee Ice Cream + Actual Ice Cream Cone Bliss The Beast never went anywhere quietly. Staggering, bleeding, and burned, it slumped into the garage, and curled into a ball. An innocent, horrified bystander looked on in shock. "What on earth--what on earth did you do to this car!?" The Beast sputtered in agreement, and out of it stood a slim man with too neat features and a small, sheepish smile on his face. "Well, there were a few...obstacles." "Obstacles or buildings?" The innocent, horrified mechanic knelt, running oil-stained fingers over the large, gaping tear in the side of The Beast's frame, branches and small woodland creatures sticking out of it. Matthew, the driver of The Beast closed the door behind him, an awful, roaring creak resounding from it whenever he opened or closed the driver's side door. "A building or two." The Beast finally slumped into a coma, the purr going dead. The mechanic, Andrew, shook his head, slapping his forehead and dragging his hand down his face. "I can't believe you'd cause so much damage to such a gorgeous car." If The Beast was awake, it would have issued its thanks for the compliment. "It wasn't my fault; you know how it is on the job. Things must get where they need to go when they need to get there," he said, fidgeting. Andrew gave him a Look, and slipped underneath the depths of The Beast; it was up to him to get it looking like an unholy, gleaming terror again. Matthew watched him, and went to sit on the other side of the garage. The product had been safe, barely, but he knew he was cutting it closer than ever. He'd barely survived, and the jury was still out on his Car. He winced softly, feeling his clot break and fresh blood slowly seep down his side, and closed his eyes, willing himself to stay conscious. He had to make sure The Beast would be saved before he could even worry about going back out, or else he might as well just bleed out on the floor. He felt his vision go fuzzy as The Beast roared into life. Current Location: In mi bed Current Mood: restless Current Music: Christina Aguilera - Ain't No Other Man Tags: fiction, the beast

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July 14th, 2009

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02:23 am - Finally! After God Knows how many years, I finally finished the beauty campaign with the lovely Isla Fisher from Australia and a blue/brown theme. Anyway--I've been bursting with ideas, and music, and lots of stuff--I dunno how long I'm going to keep up with it this time, but I'll try my best. Other projects Archiving FG once and for all. I'll keep in touch! -- Angi -- Current Location: in my bed Current Mood: awake Current Music: Prowlin' - Grease 2 Soundtrack Tags: beauty, fool's gold

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July 13th, 2009

09:58 pm - Test Test Current Location: My Living Room Current Mood: aggravated Tags: bloody stupid...

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July 24th, 2007

10:01 am - D-fies fic, part two This is the second chapter of the Marlos fluff I posted a few weeks back, enjoy! ( Part Dos ) comments are always welcome Current Location: In mi hotel room Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: the air conditioner Tags: dresden files, fanfiction

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July 14th, 2007

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June 23rd, 2007

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June 16th, 2007

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June 7th, 2007

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June 6th, 2007

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May 21st, 2007

10:56 pm - Molly/Carlos fluff ( Enjoy ) Current Location: in mi bed Current Mood: calm Current Music: Futurama Tags: dresden files, fiction, fluff

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May 10th, 2007

10:03 pm - Harlequin Romance this is a harlequin romance story of train tracks, secret songs, and stopsigns on Second. Chapter Two Brian watched her, stirring the mint tea before he set the spoon down and let the cup rise to his lips, the lithe redhead watching him in fascination. Brian savored the tea, and then set it down, his sky-blue eyes focusing in on her. "So, tell me...why did you try to get yourself hit by a bus...Surely life in such a modern place as Kemp Hill, Georgia can't be all that bad." He said, smiling roguishly. His accent oozed of the North East, the drawl lengthening the end of his words and adding a slight harshness that was still easy on the ears. She'd never really found herself so captivated before by a snowbird. "Well...it's a long story, I suppose." Her drawl came, slow and smoky, and sultry, like all the peaches he'd come across as he had traveled down the coast. He shivered despite the heat of the day and the warmth of the tea...something about Southern girls. "Well, we've got all the time in the world, doll...how about we start with your name?" Her face flushed the same color as her hair, and she turned to note the interesting patterns of the table. "...Rebecca....sorry, Rebecca Ann Myers." She said, and as she looked up, her shyness was abated with a bit of a smirk, a small upturning of her lips. "Rebecca...cute, well, my last name's Hayes, but I never really figured that important enough to make conversation out of...but now that I can stop referring to you as 'she' in my mind...maybe we can get to know each other a little better." He downed the rest of his tea, and stood, paying with more than enough money, and helping her to her feet, as she hastened to put the glass she was drinking out of down. He was restless...and it was time to move....especially since he didn't have long here. "Where are we going now?" "You tell me....just somewhere where we can be alone for a little." "...I don't know about that..." Her tone was wary, apprehensive. "I hardly know you..." "It's far too hot to be doing any of the stuff I think you think I'll do to you...I haven't gotten quite acclimated to the weather yet..." "Uh huh....well...I guess...." She said, her smile sweet. "I'll show you a place then..." He grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Current Location: On the floor of mi living room Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: Kraken - POTC: DMC Tags: fiction, romance

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February 19th, 2007

03:20 pm I couldn't help myself. Take the quiz at dicepool.com Which astounding angel are you? (awe-inspiring pics!) You are a water angel! Very proud and powerful you always make people feel great about themselves and you seem to radiate happiness! You rock! Take this quiz! Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code

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February 14th, 2007

09:27 pm - A labor of love Gabrielle shifted, her bag draped across her shoulder as she waited for her best friend to answer the door. She just couldn't believe how nervous she was. What if I'm not ready to have his children...if I'm a horribly mother... Her inner doubt nagged. So, sullenly, she responded to herself. It's not like she could just magick the babies gone or anything. The door opened, a flustered brunette stepping out and hugged the hispanic Dreconian. Gabrielle returned it, but another pain, white-hot and intense struck her. The contractions were getting closer together....she needed these little things out of her ASAP. "Ready to become a mother darling?" Cat said, pulling her into her mansion house. Deciding like her sisters did not to have the husband present was taking its toll. She longed for Dorian, but her mind was made up. Catriona'd offered her everything she could, her house, the best care facilities and doctors, specialized for caring for people that weren't quite human. Everything she needed. She finally settled, dressing in the soft gown, and waited. She had to be ready, for it would do no good to be scared now. She set her hand upon the caramel colored globe of her belly, perfectly round and not the bearer of a single stretch mark. Inside, were her children. Her hazel eyes fluttered closed as she breathed deeply, feeling the pain of another contraction start, closer this time. Catriona walked into her room, sitting down at the foot of the bed. The two women sat in silence, the tension thick in the air. "What if I'm not ready." "You are ready." "But how do you know." "Because, you can't be anything else. You're really strong, Gabrielle. This comes from you." She said, giving her a sisterly peck on the cheek. "Shall I call in the doctors?" Gabrielle let out a shaky smile, and nodded. "Yeah...tell them I'm ready." Cat rose, smiling. "Of course." ~*~ Gabrielle hated life. "Come on darlin...just another push and the first head is right there." "Big headed little brats." Gabrielle said, mock-sneering as she wiped the sweat from her face, and took a small breath in, out, and pushed, her eyes closing as struggled to birth her children. Apparently, Kid number one decided he wanted to stay inside. The doctor smiled, as the first cry came out, loud and strong, as he was pulled into the world, living and breathing. Gabrielle's eyes widened. "Oh...Oh my goodness..." One of the nurses carried the baby off, and set him aside, drying and cleaning and weighing him, as Gabrielle bit her lip As another contract hit, hard and fast, she breathed, biting her lip as she struggled to keep her breath. The process seemed to take hours, but finally, she was down, her belly deflated, and the four prams surrounding her bed were filled with life. She bit her lip, shifting slightly, and looking down. "Two of each!" Cat crowed, shooing the doctors and all of their equipment. The babies were healthy, strong...and pretty large, considering quadruplets. Oldest to youngest it was one of the boys, both girls, and then the last boy. Gabrielle bit her lip nervously, and took the first one in her arms, a smile on her face. Catriona sat down with the four birth certificates, and settled herself on the bedside. Gabrielle couldn't believe how tired she felt, and yet how happy she felt. She'd created all this, protected it, nourished it...loved it. She finally felt the nagging voice in the back of her head wither and die. She was completely and totally in love. She watched him, as he made hungry sounds and was squirming around. "You were the first...you'll be Dorian." She said softly, closing his eyes, knowing after she named them it'd be time for their first meal. She settled him in her lap, and picked up his sister. "You...you will be Catherine." She said, and Catriona got up, picking up the other girl. "And this one?" "...she'll be Alanai...and, and the little boy will be Alexander...we'll have to see...see whether or not..." Catriona turned with Alexander in her arms, seeing Gabrielle holding fiercely onto Dorian and Catherine, fast asleep, and chuckled, relieving her of first born, and setting them down. Gabrielle had earned her rest, and the pleased smile on her face, Gabrielle was going to be ready for anything as soon as she woke. Current Mood: accomplished Tags: fiction, gabrielle

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January 29th, 2007

03:07 pm - Bone and Guns Edward Bone liked guns. There was really no doubt about that. He loved the way they felt, he loved the sound they made, he loved the results that followed. Ed stood, his dark blue eyes focused on the target in front of him. WIth a quick check for ammunition, he leveled the gun to the target, his muscular arms being able to deal with the recoil easily. "'Ere we go..." His accent lilted off of his tongue, and he closed his eyes, the comfortable feel of the CZ-75. An alarm rung out, and he began, pulling off a few shots his eyes focused on the target. His muscles tensed as each shot ripped through his body, her eyes never leaving the target, never worrying about anything else but the feel of the metal in his hands, growing warm with the constant fire. He didn't really use protection of eye or ear any more, he noticed that once you got accustomed to a gun, you shouldn't really worry much about it malfunctioning. Six shots later, he lowered the gun, looking at his handiwork. Six neat holes were in various places in the target. One between the eyes, one dead center to the jugular, another aimed at his heart, two neat holes where his lungs would be, and a final hole dead center of the face, where the nose would be. He gave a small shrug, leaning against one stall of the range, fingering the gun. It was good...but he was a couple centimeters off of the last one. He se about cleaning one of his favorite guns. 'Bonny Lass' inscribed in the handle, and dismantled it, cleaning it and rubbing it down with oil, and drying it properly, before storing it back in its holster. He looked at the large rack he'd made, each slot handcrafted for each particular weapon. Each permit was delicately tucked away in the small case adjacent to the gun where a full magazine for each gun was stored. Ed hated being sloppy when it came to guns.... That really didn't transfer over much into his personality, unfortunately. Wearing only a dark grey wife beater and dark denim jeans, both stained with oil from both maintaining the car that got him, Marisela, and Katie from place to place, but also with the fine oil that he used to clean his guns with. Whistling he closed the door to the range, soundproofed, and started into the kitchen, where Marisela was speaking quickly through the phone. Ed winced waiting for the subsequent destruction of said phone. "Yes yes, I got you, we'll be in Barrow within the week...yes, yes..." Marisela grew impatient. Every moment she lingered on the phone would be another second she'd be liable to destroying it. "Yes, we'll bring all of our tools sir. Thanks..." As Katie popped in, the phone fizzed and the line went dead. Marisela only growled, throwing the phone on the ground. "Este tecnologia es estupida..." She muttered, nudging the faulty device with her foot. "I just fixed that, 'Sela." Ed said goodheartedly, picking up the phone. "Where in all the green of the Earth is Barrow anyways?" "Barrow's in Alaska." Katie said easily. Wearing bright pink and purple, the smaller teen tried her best to stand out from the crowd when not working. Her shoulder length mousy brown hair was currently up in pig tails, pink ribbon falling all over the place. "Yes...Barrow is in Alaska...they've got some haunts that we can get paid a nice sum for." "Ey?" Ed said ,looking at the dossier that she'd constructed. "When do we leave?" "I got us first class tickets for tomorrow morning, bright and early at 6." The blond Scotsman groaned. "Selaaa..." "Shush. You'd better be glad I'm GETTING on a plane...we remember what happened the last time I tried it..." Katie shivered. They'd nearly gotten the plane crashed before Mari could work out a levitating spell. Fortunately, this time, she'd made a salve to temporarily suppress her powers, and, therefore, the Mojo Effect, as Ed had coined it. Ed nodded grudgingly, and went to pick which guns he was taking with him. He absolutely HATED flying... Ed hurried down stairs, and started fingering guns.... At least he had his Bonny Lass...and grumbling, he began to pack. Current Location: On floor at mom's job Current Mood: sick Current Music: My wheezing?? Does that count?? Tags: dresden files, fiction

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January 28th, 2007

09:09 pm - Ficclet with Seth and Cat North American Beauty: Marilyn Monroe -- Beige Theme European Beauty: Monica Bellucci -- Green Theme Asian Beauty: Zhang Zi-Yi -- Blue Theme African Beauty: Liya Kedebe -- Pink Theme South American Beauty: ? Australian Beauty: ? Antarctic Beauty: Penguin -*- "Seth!!" Tropin's eyes rolled as he pulled the car out of drive, letting his head rest against the seat. So close...He watched his freedom slipping away like the sands of time as the blonde walked closer, the subtle sway of her hips alluring and brain melting within a few minutes. Catriona, sitting passenger in the Ferrari, tried her best not to gag. "Flavor d'jour?" She asked sweetly. "Shut up, Cat." He hissed, looking up, and giving a charming smile to the blonde, who leaned slightly into the car. "Hey Seth." "Alicia, how are you?" He was sinking, and he knew it. Seth put the car in park, slipped out of the car, and kissed her, with just enough force, just enough passion to make her beg silently for more, with her touch...with her body. He pulled away before he let himself dive in too deep. "Hi...mmm...I'm fine...I was just wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner tonight?" Seth looked to his sister, who was vehemently shaking her head, and sighed. "I can't, dear...I've got some affairs to take care of at the house...but..." Cat groaned. Here it comes... "If you'd like to come to the manor? I'm quite sure you can get your...appetite sated." Another groan from Cat, and he thumped the car, sending small sparks to Cat and making her gasp. Alicia gave a soft mewl. "If you'd join us?" "Of course!" She said, smiling, and kissing him on the cheek. Seth gave a soft growl. "Wear something tight..." He whispered, letting a hand slip down her waist. "Someone will be there to pick you up at 8." He smiled, and slipped back into the car, smooth as silk. Alicia nodded, smiling, and began to walk away. And Seth was still trapped, watching her move, that was enough for him...Deeply tanned skin, honey blond hair...epitome of beauty and the perfect cu-"Are we done? Can we go? Look any harder, and your eyes may melt out of your head." Seth rolled his eyes, and looked to Cat. "Alright...Alright." He said. Before the comfortable roar of the engine sounded, a male voice was heard over it. Catriona looked over, seeing a brunet walk up, his dark brown hair falling into his face. "Catriona!" He smirked, heading over. "You want to be the pot, or the kettle?" He chuckled. Catriona simply smirked, waving him over. "Let the games begin, bro." Current Location: HOME AGAIN Current Mood: calm Current Music: Dresden Files Theme Song Tags: fiction, sim city high

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