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Back in the saddle again (open to anyone who wishes to play)
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Ren had done a fairly good job of distancing herself from...well, everyone. After the total devistation of her friend being taken, and the subsequent rescue, left her feeling as if she were some sort of cursed object, best left in seclusion. Sulking was over, and it was time to get back to basics. The w...
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"Alright, Let's get down to it" ( An Open Afternoon at the Shop)
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Gabriel was alone in the store, he most often was during the day. an apothocary shop wasnt too useful to the non magical types and the magical types most often went out at night. At least it allowed him a chance to get caught up on his hobby. Several pairs of sharp sheers where placed down on the counte...
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Meeting with Dr. Jessica
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Warm weather covered the streets of New Orleans. Winter had let off just enough that a light sweater or a thin jacket was all that one needed to stay warm. Most people of course did with out. Jolene, was not really one of those people. She did wear a very light pale green cardigan with a knitted scarf in lig...
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A Day In The Life
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There was a lull in service that night, one of those all too brief periods of about ten minutes when the floor staff is busy trying to turn tables, and even though the bar is packed three deep with waiting customers and there's a line out the door, the kitchen is quiet. While busboys stripped and reset tab...
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Staking out and clothes shopping ( Open to Zoe )
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~ Astrid had been keeping a eye on the house where Zoe was living for a week now. So she knew that this house was busy. There were people coming in and out of the house all the time. But that was ok. So finally thinking it was good time to approach Zoe. Having Rex follow the girl toward the french quarter and wa...
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Growing Stock. ( Cypress and Open)
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IT was december, and it was cold. But that didnt stop Gabriel from toiling about outside. Cypress wasnt around so far, and she had hied him to work for her. and since the inside of the shop wasnt really something he could work with. (Gabriel was no shop keeper) the Earth Witch found himself outside. di...
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Christmas in the Oaks (open)
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~*~Celebration in the Oaks in New Orleans City Park is one of the most beautiful holiday light exhibits in the country, and the most unique month-long festival of lights. There's so much to see and do for this holiday, heart-warming festival, it's completely overwhelming for a human to do all. There...
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A Dream within an Unnamed Shoppe behind the French Quarter
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Doors opened to allow the moonlight to bathe the entrance. One bare foot crossed the threshold then the other. Pale ankles were soon covered by a full length cotton dress. Hands gripped the fabric in fist fulls. The dress seemed to never end as Cypress stepped away from the entrance. A slow walk at firs...
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Back In the Big Easy (Open to Lori & Hookah People)
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=Jessie and Lori had been having a hell of a time trying to get together for a beer. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much trouble just pinning a person down. Not that it was on Lori. Oh no, Jessie had a boss who didn't believe in nine to five, and Viktor had kept Jessie running all ov...
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Talk between family (Louisa May)
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The old bear had not been able to figure out how to broach the subject of Louisa's torment. So he decided he would just be blunt about it. He pulled out his crappy cell phone, and texted the young woman. ~Lou-Lou, come on over. We need to chat. Love ya. Poppa Bear. ~ He went upstairs and poured himself a...
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Confessions(Opened)
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Behind his nook, Father Donaghan was fastening his collar and donning his robes as he was getting ready to walk to the confessional booth. The clergyman carried his Bible under his left arm, his crucifix was visible around the base of his neck and his eyes was a deep, dark green, hair was delicate, slee...
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People watching
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Taylor had spent the day seeing the sites of the city, doing the tourist thing you may say, and it had ended on the famous Bourbon Street. The night had fallen and it was going to be a bit of a walk back home, so before setting out he decided to grab a drink at a restaurants bar that was opened to the street. ...
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First time at the Hookah (open)
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It had only been a few days since he had arrived in New Orleans but already he was starting to enjoy himself. There was plenty to do, mostly drink since he got here. Something that was taking up most of his time ever since he left Boston, he would have to find a job soon if he wanted to keep this habit up. Toda...
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Beignets and Slushies(Opened to Zach, Ren, and anyone else)
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The summer lingered, the air was a bit humid and he was a little hot. It didn't matter how many layers of clothes or lack thereof he had on. Welcome to Nawlins baby, the southern lands where snow rarely ever falls even during winter. If you did not care too much for cold climates this is where to go. Climat...
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Mime Madness(Opened)
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Late at night, the freaks come out at night. Owen sat with one ankle prompted on his thigh, hearing the sounds of the tubas, the saxophones, the drums, to the other instruments constantly playing at this time. He wasn't a newbie here and there was a lookout point in the distance with binoculars that yo...
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Seafood and Sauza (Open)
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Bradley Williams could make the best crab in the world. It wasn’t hubris, just a cold hard fact. It was an almost all day event making sure the crab was as fresh as he could get and then mixing the spices into the soup before dropping them in for what felt like forever. Finally, towards the end of the night...
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Blood fire stories (Opened to vampires)
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He was awake in his very own bed, there was a lot to do now that the sun has gone down in the far east or west. It wouldn't have mattered what Scientific geezer made such discovery. His bed was made, blue on blue. A remarkable choice for a bed spread he bought at the store at a great discount. Could not have tho...
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Steps of the French Quarters Visitor Center (all are welcome to post)
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Decatur Street, the French Quarters visitor centers stairs provided a perfect view of Jackson Square. Ren ate her hot dog that she got at the corner stand as she watched the people go in and out of Muriel's, a popular eating establishment. She had a fleeting thought of going inside until reality r...
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Another new town (Open to all)
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He was no stranger to travel, but at this time in his life, the travel was becoming tedious. It was not serving it's purpose, that being to seperate him from his pains. You couldn't run from your troubles, or so the saying went. However, he was out of options, at least in the way he saw things. The burning b...
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Brooklyn: Meet New Orleans!
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All her young life, she was that girl. You know the one that didn't like frilly pink dresses, was tomboyish, thought she was an ugly duckling because her peers made her feel that way, you know--a FREAK. The boys didn't like her because she didn't fit into their plans for a good lay, and the girls despised...
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Off Duty
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The work day was over, and after having changed in the precinct, he headed out to the streets. He didn't drive to work, so he was walking back home. After weeks of research he had not uncovered anything new in the V case. How he wanted to figure it out. He knew there was more information somewhere, but the a...
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Calling out. Trying to relax (Open to Valen)
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After that inital meeting with Logan, that caused her to lose her temper, and send out that call on the other level of existance, where their beasts resided, Syd was hoping that the one illusive lion that was left in the city would make himself known. It had been one of those calls, that calls to you, and p...
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Little Wandering Wolf
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Lou had fallen into an odd routine, waking in the morning, alone, finding a list of things to be done or fetched, following those instructions and then if there is time before sundown she would spend in the shop working. It was a routine that needed little thought, and there was something comforting in...
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The Arrival of the Past
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"Now Arriving at Armstrong International Airport. Please stay seated till the captain turns off the seat belt sign. Thank you for flying with PN Airlines." Jolene Lyric Georgia Redfern Jones sat in the her seat waiting. New Orleans. Arriving finally in New Orleans. The nerves she hadn'...
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Picking up an Old Friend
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Authentic rattlesnake boots hit the ground, and carried the bearded Texan to the sidewalk. A cream colored suitcase, only big enough to hold a couple of pairs of pants and a few shirts. It was all the old man needed to bring to this town. The important stuff was all ready here, he just needed to pick it up....
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No peace at Paix today
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"I'll be there Sunday evening, darling..." Flight information, a small amount of chitchat, then Jenna's finger depressed the receiver button, the handset held between clenched fingers. Even though she expected it, this could not have come at a worse time. Shelby Foster had wandered i...
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Kodi's Klutter Gun & Pawn
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Just around the corner from Harrah's Casino, on the corner of Canal and Camp, is a garish building. With walls painted a meadow green, a roof of dandelion yellow, bars on the windows, and a blinding orange neon sign that screams to the world the name of the shop, stands Kodi's Klutter Gun & Pawn. Th...
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All That Jazz! (Open)
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The singing of jazz music welcomed her with open arms; the blaring gold trumpets screaming a familiar tune by Louis Armstrong, the low, heart-beating rhythm of the bass bouncing from the walls, and the electric flow of the guitar fine-tuning its own sound melodically into the song. The feeling jazz...
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Prowling Finnigans (Open to Dee)
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The night just didn't feel right for a run, nor did it seem like a night to hit the wetlands or wilderness outside the city for a more primal meal. Tonight was definitely one of those "hit the night spots and grab something to eat" kind of nights. So instead of running to one of the many clubs in t...
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the moon circles the sun -][- for sylvanas, but open, perhaps, to the daring…?
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it was mere hours to dawn, after the dalliance with those two earthen men. this was not the optimal hour for the unseelie moon to seek the seelie sun that had presented herself just as a dandelion seed flies coyly on the back of the wind. summer was not the unseelie time of year. light was not the unseel...
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