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Free Time {Open}
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The thick dark auburn mass hung over her shoulder and down over the chest of her white wife beater type tank top. A ice blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows hung open and untucked. The jeans hugged her flared hips and flared out over the leather sandals she wore on her small feet....
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Wicked mystery experienced from the Masquerade.
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Through the night it felt like an obsessed dream. Natasha scoured the Masquerade Ball parking lot savagely seeking Caine who suddenly vanished before she could show him the intensity of her heart. Wailing like a banshee filled with betrayal that someone had abducted him from her. All night she sea...
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Awakening(Opened)
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He slept throughout the night and day, his clock rang suddenly jolting the weaver aka Ashley Dillon from his slumber. Oh! His head ached from the dream he had about something but didn't know what it was telling him. It was he who holds their fates and perhaps he may intertwine their destiny. For it was th...
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Concealed
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Coraline kissed his cheek, presented him with a new gift, and off he went from Germany to the new beginnings where his life will start outside of the country. Awkwardly, he could not fathom how much he misses the smell of foreign soil, yet he must learn to get use to being around so many Americans. Many of...
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Only Skin Deep [open to all]
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"Fuck's sake Alex!" Theo slammed the palm of his hand against the door frame. Yelling wouldn't actually accomplish anything - Alex was beyond hearing it. He kicked the door, then sighed and crouched down. His brother sort of sat slumped in the break room, giggling a little now and then. Th...
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Night Air {Open}
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So this was New Orleans? Well, so far she was impressed. The buildings of the French Quarter amazed her. She'd been out of India before, but not to many places had such fever and life. New Orleans was defiantly in a class all it's own. Tonight she felt like getting out. She never was on for staying indoors...
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Of Wolf and Man
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The drive from Dallas to New Orleans was a long one, but remarkably refreshing at the same time. There was something supremely liberating about just quitting everything, jumping on the back of a custom chopper, and just taking off. The wind was blowing through his long, brown hair, causing it to whip...
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Reluctant Arrival
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"I don't want to." The phrase had sounded childish when she said it a week ago, and still did when she muttered it to herself today. It was the truth, though. She didn't want to consider the idea of going to New Orleans. She didn't want to be there during Mardi Gras. (And what the hell was so amaz...
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Buying location for the Future 'Zodiac Cafe"
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" As you can see it hasn't been in usage for some time. Yet, the owner of the building did keep it up to date with modern day plumbing, an electricity." Realtor reached deep into her pocket an fiddled for the key to this building. Behind the more elderly woman stood Aunia who was less profes...
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Choice from the heart...
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This is now taken place from this Log: Mysterious Coincidence “Do you need me to walk you up to your room Venus?” Anthony asked with concern as he dropped his upcoming radio star off. He leaned side ways in his seat observing her unbuckle herself. Venus glanced up at him when the belt made that reeli...
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Evil that resides now in 'The LaLaurie House,' New Orleans
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Natasha strolled through the small Limestone Mansion yard. From behind she could sense the intensity of hate from Crixus. He was denied by his brother to get rid of her all together. They were discussing things and she couldn't hear it but knew it was about New Orleans. Gracefully she entered into th...
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Gaining the past ...
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ooc: This scene was done weeks ago. Unfortunately got lost in the midst of all the commotion of things. Log after the scene: Memories are Cruel New Orleans spent in a cafe shop with Zoe seemed to be the only usefulness she had that night. Though the conversation with her friend was not at all what she ant...
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Taran's Arrival In New Orleans
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-Taran Cole Branden, supermodel, was in a crumpled heap in the back of the cab coming from Louis Armstrong International Airport, tired from the long flight and two layovers due to foul weather along the way to New Orleans. Long lean legs were splayed akimbo as he read the brochure to the place his agen...
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In the caddy learning about what happen.... (Open Geller, Zoe)
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What happen after Leaving The Hookah.(rewriting from venus last post. Since I was freakin exhausted at 3am and clearly missed several details that other writers wrote in their exiting leave)The Log: THE HOOKAH Charles exclamation about her wearing a dress added to that celebration happ...
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Suite 26
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Alone at last, Owen had just got in from West Virginia. He was thinking what to say and how to present himself to his new boss tomorrow morning. Alarm clock had been set to nine o clock am and he must not feel too nervous or he'll lose his nerve, probably fall flat on his face right before he steps into the man...
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A new arrival from New York
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It was a cold rainy February night in New York city when she boarded the private jet which Viktor let her take to fly down to New Orleans. She had been very surprised when he had asked her to stand in for him at the ball. She felt special by him asking her this. That she actually belong to someone even thought...
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