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Jul. 22nd, 2017 02:22 pm
hitchcockblonde: (the sad face)
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They said that crazy ran in the Cooper family.

The 'they' in question weren't anyone worth listening to, were the same people that would scrawl SERPENT SLUT on a locker in pig's blood. They didn't know what they were talking about. Polly had been at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy because she'd been pregnant, because she'd been a scandal, because what really ran in the Cooper family was secrets.

Another one: The Cooper family of which that pernicious they spoke hadn't existed beyond a generation or two back. Her great-grandfather had been a Blossom, a family that didn't even care that Polly and Jason had been related, had considered that a plus if anything. If there was crazy in the Cooper bloodline at all, maybe it came from there. The Blossoms certainly seemed to have plenty to spare.

But maybe it didn't come from anywhere. Maybe it was just her, just something inside her that didn't come from anywhere else. Maybe the crazy was just all Betty Cooper.

Because as much as she liked to pretend otherwise (and oh, wasn't that hypocrisy, in her railings against the secrets covering over the rot in Riverdale), the facts were these: Betty Cooper had lost time. She sat now on a train she had no recollection of boarding, traveling to a destination she didn't remember seeking. She'd been with Jughead, in his father's trailer -- his, now? She didn't know, now that FP was in prison, now that Jughead was living on the Southside, attending a different school, potentially living a different life -- and then with no gap, no seam she could pick at with the same nails she dug into her palms more and more often, she had been here. On this train.

Cut for length. )

She stabbed at the power button, shoved the phone back in her pocket, and slammed her palm against the glass of the information booth. "Hey!" she said, hammering on it before she had to step back, breathing hard. No help there. She'd help herself. She would have to help herself. She could do it. Someone had left the envelope. There was a thread. She could follow the thread. She would put her hair up in a ponytail, she would march out of the train station, she would ask where she was, she would work out what to do from there.

She would do all of this once she stopped feeling like she was going to unravel.

[Traditional debut style! Find her in the train station or wandering wide-eyed around the city.]
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July 9, 2017:

The boxing ring is suspiciously empty when I know there were people sparring there before he walked into the door. I look up at the man, thinking about his offer.

"I'm going to remember that you encouraged me to go after the balls."


Tris meets Mad Sweeney. They fight. It's fine.

[ HERE | ongoing | swearing leprechauns and short, violent people ]
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"So, like, I'm thinking I should start with my classics and then go into the unreleased stuff. Do something new," the ghost prattles and Aggie drops her face into her hand. In the last few days, Aggie has learned to hate that gingerbread house as well as the voices of the dead. Tiffany Charlotte's ghost has gotten increasingly lucid since her summoning, allowing her to hold full conversations, manifest in different places, and, apparently, meet with her agents and Todd Chad for a revival concert.

Lucid, but nothing of substance.

"I literally do not care," Aggie says. Tiffany Charlotte huffs and glances sulkily at the bone harp that sits on the table in front of her at the café. Despite trying to get rid of it, Tiffany has been using it as a vessel and seems to be able to take if where she wants, which has mostly been to hound Aggie.

"If you didn't care, then how come you made a freaky skeleton harp and gave me the power to, like, manifest?" Tiffany Charlotte asks, clearly annoyed at the tepid response to her concert plans from, as she put it, the creepy emo kid who brought me to life. Aggie resents all of those accusations since she wears too much color and not enough hair spray to be emo and Tiffany isn't actually alive, just given the power to take a consistent shape. Aggie wonders how they're going to put a mic set on her.

"I told you. It was an accident. Don't you have producers to meet? If you don't like me and think I'm creepy, why do you keep following me?"

"Um. 'Cause you brought me back? And I'm a ghost. Aren't I supposed to haunt you?"

Aggie is starting to ponder whether she can axe-murder a ghost.

[[Find Aggie in a café with a harp made of human bone on the table and the ghost of Tiffany Charlotte haranguing her. Despite her annoyance, it's a good time to meet her. Tiffany is completely visible, if somewhat transparent, but not corporeal. If you don't want to thread with her, you can say she disappeared in a huff. And, once again, Aggie's Fairy Tale is The Twa Sisters/Bonny Swans/Minnorie/Binnorie/Wind and Rain.]]
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It started a few weeks ago. A strange cottage made of candy had popped up out of nowhere, and as usual, there was pressure for the Guardian to try and be the first to report on it with some meaningful amount of detail. And when it came to looking for volunteers to cover the story, plenty of people shied away, worried about what could pop out from behind those doors.

(The Easter eggs, it seemed, hadn't vanished from people's collective memory yet.)

So Cindy had picked up the story, because really, she was probably one of the people better equipped to face whatever it was that had erected the house. If it really was dangerous, better her to be in harm's way than a civilian hounded and pressured by Mary M. Madison to chase a hot story.

As it turned out, there was nothing in the house that immediately posed a threat. Nothing that even pinged Cindy to head in the other direction — walking into the building had made no more of a splash than walking into a pastry shop, with the smell of cookies and sweet bread baking and wafting from wall to wall. (And maybe Cindy had plucked a few gumdrops off the walls to test. For science.)

It was the next morning that Cindy awoke to the sensation of rain falling on her face, and looked up to find a small rain cloud which insisted on following her around wherever she went.

So for weeks, Cindy spent as many hours outside as possible. For weeks, she had metaphorically stuffed her costume in the back of her closet, afraid of people putting two and two together when it came to her identity as Silk. For weeks, she had worked outdoors, with an umbrella carefully positioned between rain and her laptop. And every evening resulted in a mad dash to the bathtub, where she layered blanket and poncho on top of herself, hoping to manage a couple hours' worth of sleep.

It was a pain in the ass.

Trying her best not to drip on anyone with her umbrella, Cindy stood in line at a food truck, her stomach growling as she rummaged in her pocket for enough cash to buy lunch.

"Girl," the vendor said, shaking his head when it was her turn. "You gotta find some other place to get your hot dogs, man. You've been driving away all my customers with those puddles you're leaving."

"Believe me, if I had any other option," Cindy sighed, carefully extending her arm out from under the umbrella to pass over her bills. "The usual, please."


[ Per fairy tale plot, Anans-indy brings the rain with her. Open until this reads otherwise! ]

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Jul. 21st, 2017 09:37 am
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Friday evenings in Darrow, regardless of the time of year or any other events that might be going on in the city, tended to be bustling things. There was an active nightlife, for those who had been in Darrow as long as they could remember, and for those that had simply shown up here one day. In this, they were all in it together: the week had come to an end for those that worked a nine-to-five, and almost everyone wanted to celebrate the weekend.

It didn't take long after work let out for the day for so many people that restaurants, cafes, and bars all over Darrow were humming with energy. Those places that had windows had thrown them open to the balmy evening heat, which wasn't supposed to temper off until well into the evening--and, even then, it would still be a warm night. Summer was definitely in full effect, even with the occasional smattering of clouds overhead.

Streets were noisy with the comings and goings of people. Whether they were enjoying an evening out, or just getting off work, or just getting on work, Friday evening was turning into a bustle of energy. Down at the beach, people were setting up bonfires as the light got low, people continued to play volley ball and sand soccer until the light made it difficult, and the atmosphere was, generally speaking, one of celebration of the existence.

Once night settled, a blanket of dark that hardly broke the humidity of the day, the bars picked up and the clubs started to open. For those lucky enough to have already been getting in the door as soon as they opened, they were welcomed in with relative simplicity; it was in those short ten, fifteen minutes after the first wave that the lines began to form at some of the clubs, showing the places that had some drawing power: live music, a particular DJ, or just the sort of venue that a person might want to indulge in for the evening.

For Neil Perry, the whole thing is a mess of excitement. It was his eighteenth birthday today, and that means that he is officially an adult in Darrow. He can drink, smoke, and go out as late as he wants. They can't turn him away from just about anything at this point. And Neil, still a bit fresh-faced in Darrow, rather enjoys the idea that nothing can stop him now. And while the day was spent at practice for both plays of Shakespeare in the Park, now Neil has the whole night stretched out in front of him.

He texts a couple of his friends, just to tell them he's going to be out and that they should come if they can. Even if they can't, Neil's going to make the most of the night.


[Gathering post to celebrate a good summer day in Darrow! Play however, where ever, whenever you want in the day. Neil is going to be at dance clubs in the later evening to celebrate his birthday, but please use this post as a general sort of gathering to interact with whoever you'd like. Open to one and all!]

Meme: Off-Screen

Jul. 20th, 2017 08:54 pm
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There's only so much of our characters' lives we can (or would even want) to play out, so we can all assume that there's a lot more going on off-screen, as it were, than happens in threads. Today's meme is for illuminating characters' day-to-day lives and sharing details that their friends, classmates, and co-workers may or may not be aware of. The questions below are a jumping off point; feel free to remove some or add more, and to ask each other questions or let them know, what do you assume about interactions between your characters? How often do they hang out? What kinds of things do they do? Or respond expanding upon someone else's answers, with details about things you think might have happened or could happen between your characters. What is their daily life like in Darrow? Feel free to use these as jumping off points for possible threads or to inspire future EPs. (Questions are addressed to the characters to avoid pronoun confusion, but may be answered from the player's perspective, whatever's easiest/most interesting for you.


Drew a heart for you in the sand...

Jul. 20th, 2017 05:14 pm
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Paul has limited experience of swimming in the sea. In Canada it had rarely been warm enough; in Fionavar, there hadn't been time before he'd gone to the Godwood and the Summer Tree. In Darrow, though, now the days are warmer and longer, Paul's been spending more time at the beach. He runs on the sand and then he strips off his sneakers and shirt and he wades into the water. He swims until his muscles ache, until he can feel his heartbeat throbbing through him. In dreams, he sometimes speaks with gods, with Dana in the moonlight or Leannan in the waves.

He wonders whether a call would be heard, from so distant a shore. He wonders if the thunder in his blood might find an answer.

He pushes both hands back through his dark, wet hair. The months after Rachel died had left him thinner than he'd ever been, wasted and wasting away. Now, now that he's seen how he can be forgiven, now that he's healthy, he's putting on muscle again, back to being that lean, rangy boy who played basketball so well that, sometimes, it had felt like he was flying.

There are things to regret about Darrow, things to miss about both Toronto and Fionavar, but Paul is happy more days than he has sad. He has work that he enjoys, friends, something that's starting to feel like a relationship.

Things have definitely been worse...

He's breathing hard when he comes out of the water and, for once, the god's voice is quiet, nothing in his ear but the loud and regular beating of his own human heart.

ooc: half-naked, dripping wet, excellent time to meet The Lord of the Summer Tree. ST/LT welcome.

they're coming up no matter what

Jul. 19th, 2017 01:54 pm
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July 12, 2017:

He remembered. He remembered so much.

Now that he knew, Alec found that he wanted to give everything back.


Alec receives all his memories up to his final moments in Edom.

[ HERE | complete | spoilers for The Mortal Instruments ]


July 18, 2017:

They'd been forcing normalcy. They'd been trying to go on about their lives despite the new knowledge in Alec's head and the information he'd shared with Magnus. They'd been trying to go on as if nothing was wrong, as if their wedding was the only thing to focus on.

But, Alec knew they were both lying.


Magnus finally breaks down over the news of the future that Alec shared with him.

[ HERE | complete | spoilers for The Mortal Instruments ]

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Jul. 17th, 2017 12:23 pm
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It's not the fact that it's happened that bothers him. He'd been waiting for it, if he's being honest with himself. Of all of the weird things Darrow does, this is hardly the most dangerous. He can deal with the fact that his body is different.

The thing that bothers him is that now he's not sure what to do with himself. He's not going to work, not like this. At least not for the first day. And he can't go for his usual morning run. He needs proper clothes first, that much is obvious. He definitely needs a bra, because he's suddenly stacked, and he had no idea breasts were so . . . cumbersome. How do women deal with these things?

He layers some shirts together, but it's still pretty obvious that there's nothing between the cotton and his skin. He tries not to blush, tightens his belt, then sighs and slips out the door.

It doesn't help that Agron seems to have no idea what to do or how to take this. It's an uncomfortable switch for Steve, seeing him at a loss like this. So Steve gives him a break, pushes his fingers into suddenly long, thick, curly hair, and makes his way in too-big flip flops to the nearest store.

After some awkward conversations and a little fumbling around in the bathroom after checking out, Steve is dressed in clothes that fit. He feels a lot better, at least. He has no idea if he's hot, but he thinks he probably is.

And the bra makes a big difference.

The clothes he'd worn out of the house are in one of his shopping bags, mixed in with some new things to tide him over for however long this lasts.

He texts Thomas and his coworkers to let them know he won't be in today, then texts Agron to see how he's doing. He shoots one last text to Lito, which simply says, My turn, before tucking his phone into his new, snug jeans and stepping into a cafe for a much needed dose of caffeine.

[ Genderswap! Find Steve looking banging with Gina Torres's face before, during, or after he hunts down new clothes and some coffee! Open until this reads otherwise, st/lt welcome! ]

slow it down, slow it down

Jul. 17th, 2017 09:10 am
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Everything felt a bit shit lately. Jake couldn't really put his finger on it but waking up had been hard, getting through his shifts had been difficult, and he hadn't been going out as much as he tended to at night. All in all, he'd gotten really bloody boring and decided that he couldn't be having that anymore.

So, after his shift, he'd gone home, showered and changed, before immediately heading out to find something to do. Going out to a club was his first choice but he figured it'd be crowded and hot and Jake had dealt with enough sweaty people wanting to hang off him during work.

Maybe he'd go a bit low key tonight. Get out of his flat but not throw himself right back into things. The sun had drooped below the horizon a few minutes ago, leaving the city in that hazy limbo between sunlight and moonlight. Jake liked it. The air was warm but not stifling.

On his way to the beach, Jake stopped by the marijuana dispensary and picked up a few cigarettes to smoke and he popped into a convenience store to get some liquor. A few people coming into the store gave him a look and Jake just smiled sweetly at them. If a man wanted to get high and drunk on his own, it was his God given right, wasn't it?

The beach was, blissfully, empty when he padded his way there. He took off his socks and boots, digging his toes into the warm sand. There were a few people wandering around the area but most everyone had gone home, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts and the sounds of waves lapping onto the shore.

Lighting the joint, Jake dug the bottle of liquor into the sand to keep it upright before he lay back and peered up at the darkening sky. Maybe this wasn't exactly breaking the streak of keeping to himself but it was better than staying in his flat, watching old telly and eating chips.

He closed his eyes and briefly thought of Simon. It was never going to work out, Jake realized, but it had been nice while it lasted. It had been nice to feel like he was wanted, desired.

But, it had been false. Fake. Jake opened his eyes again. He took the joint out of his mouth, letting it burn between two fingers while he played a lazy game of connect the stars with himself.

[Find Jake on the beach at any point after dusk. He's a little high and maybe drunk but friendly and easy to talk to. ST/LT always welcome. Currently: open]

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Jul. 16th, 2017 07:45 pm
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June 10, 2017:

The morning after Peggy and Daniel's first night together is both adorable and honest.

[ HERE | complete | pg-13 ]

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Jul. 16th, 2017 10:47 am
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Hello friends,

So I'm heading out of the city in about an hour and will be gone until Wednesday evening, which means no tags until Thursday at the earliest, probably. Not much of a hiatus, just a few days, but I'm disconnecting entirely, so definitely no tagging for me!

I'll pick everything up when I return.

<333

Leah (omg for Kate, Beth, Luke, Demelza, Philip, Reese, Lincoln, Marcus, Chloe, and Mad Sweeney jfc how did that list get so long???)

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Jul. 16th, 2017 06:38 pm
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March 9, 2017:

"Little seems wrong, now," he points out. It's still something of a shock every time he looks at Sam and sees his eighteen year old face staring back, as though he's daring Nate - or anyone for that matter - to say anything. He's used to Sam's bravado though, especially at this age. When he was a kid he thought Sam was the coolest guy around, and he's always going to be his brother, but Nate's old enough now to know that for the most part they were just a couple of scared kids.

Sam is eighteen and Nate finds it hilarious.

[ HERE | wrapped | pg ]

Mid May, 2017

Sam's got a pair of cute plastic earplugs around his neck, like he's come prepared. Nate looks over at him with the beginnings of a smile, giving him a little wave. He's got them a good little corner, barricaded away from most of the other lanes. He'd wanted to have a day with just his brother, without any kind of interruptions, but he also doesn't want anybody asking questions he'd rather not answer.

Grown up again Sam and Nate go shooting.

[ HERE | wrapped | pg ]

[meme] test drive

Jul. 14th, 2017 08:02 pm
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Tag into this post with characters you're thinking of apping to the game (characters who are not currently in-game or currently reserved by someone else). It can be just a tag, a brief EP, whatever you want. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup. Tag each other with these characters or those already in game, and have fun.

Also, please include the name of their canon somewhere in or on the comment or on their profile page.
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Surprising no one, Darrow had more than its fair share of odd little holidays that it liked to celebrate. Today’s festival was no different, taking its inspiration from ice cream of all things, but at least it fit in the season. Though cloudy, the day was warm and humid, with the sun peaking through at intervals, generating a great need for something sweet and cool and relaxing.

The boardwalk and the pier were set up with all sorts of entertainments and food stalls. A great number of artisanal ice cream shops had staked their claim, taking advantage of the crowds who might finally give their habanero pepper ice cream or tomato water olive oil flavors a chance. More traditional flavors were offered from the carts set up in between, along with ice cream sandwiches made from cookies and ding dongs and pop tarts. Milk shakes, both alcoholic and not, were on offer from the food shake at the end of the pier, as well as a sundae making station filled with every topping imaginable.

The festivities didn’t stop at food. There was an ice cream eating competition that left its competitors moaning on the floor from massive brain freezes, a sight which was probably more entertaining than the ice cream eating itself. A bouncy castle in the shape of an ice cream sundae was in place for the kids, as well as a ball pit where all the balls were in the shape and design of sundae toppings -- cherries and sprinkles and M&Ms and peanuts. There was of course a competition for the best ice cream, with the surprising winner being sweet avocado cayenne.

But most people seemed to enjoy the simple pleasure of eating ice cream at the beach, lounging with their flavor and item of choice and trying to get some relief from the summer heat.

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Jul. 14th, 2017 09:47 am
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Browsing Nile was both an excellent idea and utterly over-stimulating. Anduin was there, ostensibly, to pick up a few things: namely a journal. He had been a regular chronicler, even as a boy. Almost as soon as he had walked in, the list of essential items grew. He had learned, unbeknownst to his father, how to cook a few Pandaren recipes. Once he saw that there were an array of books with recipes... he knew he had to acquire a handbook, or he would practically starve alone. A Florbert's Guide to Darrow proclaimed to offer the traveler details of landmarks, history, and attractions in the city.

That's when he picked up one of the red baskets other shoppers were carrying. Occasionally, he caught shoppers giving him strange looks as he took in the bewildering variety of topics. He was fully aware that he was gawking, despite himself. He actually started walking with his free hand behind his back, to fight the impulse to examine them all. He would come back later... And, besides, why shouldn't a city of this size not have a library?

Anduin walks up a short flight stairs into the history and philosophy sections. His eyes scan across names of places and wars he has never heard of. One of the books is turned outward to display its cover. It is a slim volume, and- like most of the books- poorly bound with glue. But he pauses over it and hesitantly picks it up. All of these books have descriptions either on the inside or the back summarizing their subject.

Conflict is an inevitable part of life, according to this ancient Chinese classic of strategy, but everything necessary to deal with conflict wisely, honorably, victoriously, is already present within us. Compiled more than two thousand years ago by a mysterious warrior-philosopher, The Art of War is still perhaps the most prestigious and influential book of strategy in the world, as eagerly studied in Asia by modern politicians and executives as it has been by military leaders since ancient times. As a study of the anatomy of organizations in conflict, The Art of War applies to competition and conflict in general, on every level from the interpersonal to the international. Its aim is invincibility, victory without battle, and unassailable strength through understanding the physics, politics, and psychology of conflict.

"Victory... without battle," he whispers. He rereads the blurb, then slips the book into his basket. Just knowing it is there makes the hairs on his neck stand on end. He moves on to the Religion and Spirituality section. Eagerly, he looks for any reference to the Light. Before long he spots it- "Camford Companion to the History of the Church." Finally! He knew there must be some form of the Church here. He cracks it open and reads. He sees dates, names, places he has never heard of. There is an index, he turns to it. There is a listing for 'Light' but it is worryingly small, like a footnote. The page it references quotes strange texts about a god in the void. Confusion turns to disgust. He turns back to the index. 'Priest.'

"None of this makes sense..." Women can't be priests? And there is nothing here about healing. He does find one reference to resurrection- but it seems to be practically unheard of- except that apparently the church looked forward to a mass resurrection of all dead humans--

"You gonna buy that?" Anduin closed the book. He had read enough.

"No, it's not what I need at all."

[Find Anduin wandering Nile, or on his way home post-book buying binge.]

MEME: Kink/Sex Meme

Jul. 12th, 2017 05:12 pm
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Adapted from here.


How To Play:
- Comment with your character. DON'T LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. Include what kinks your character might be into. If you have no idea, say as much and describe the kind of sex they do like.

- Be as specific or as vague as you want. You can put a kink and the definition (i.e., paizuri), or go all out with a scenario description ("I want my character to get fucked by his brother, who is an alien octopus"). Include pictures to serve as prompts if you'd like, but please link to anything that could be considered triggering instead of embedding it. Otherwise, all ideas, kinks, AUs, prompts, and scenarios welcome.

- Comment to people with your ideas on what their pups might be interested in or, if you feel like it, give them a drabble fulfilling the prompt/ideas given.

- Be respectful and have fun.
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July 8, 2017:

Aggie pauses and turns, looking at Nicaise and then past him. She smiles vaguely at her friend but something is buzzing through her, calling at her power, at her soul. It's in the river, the ground, the trees.

Aggie walks into a fairytale cottage, goes into a trance, and summons the ghost of a pop star. Just teenage girl things.

[ HERE | Ongoing | necromancy, musical instruments made of murder victims, teenagers]

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Jul. 12th, 2017 09:50 am
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Four days, three full bottles of Southern Comfort, five hangovers -- he's exceptionally talented in that regard -- three fights, including the one he'd gotten in right off the fucking bat, only one night spent in the apartment he's been so graciously gifted by this cursed fucking place, one night spent in the drunk tank, and two near death experiences, neither of them his own. And a fucking partridge in a pear tree.

That's how Mad Sweeney is measuring his time in Darrow.

All in all, he'd consider the past four days a rousing success, if not for the fact that he's supposed to be on his fucking way to fucking Wisconsin and the fucking House on the Rock. And if not for the fact that he still doesn't have his bloody coin, which accounts for the two near death experiences. Even in a magical goddamn city he's never heard of before -- and being magical himself, he's heard of a lot of fucking magical cities in his time -- being too close to him for too long doesn't end well for some folks.

All that bad luck is still rubbing off on them. At least he hasn't managed to impale anyone this go around. Not yet.

But he's still here. No amount of walking or driving cars or riding bloody bicycles has gotten him anywhere but exactly here and here isn't fucking Wisconsin. It's the sort of thing he ought to be able to let go, it's not as if Wednesday hasn't been yanking his chain hard enough to annoy him for ages now, but Sweeney knows what he owes. A battle. A death. It's time to cash in.

Only he bloody well can't, because he's still here.

None of this is what he wants. If he's dead, if somehow that dead bitch killed him, he thought at least he might get to go home, get to see the moors one last time, but he knows he isn't dead and he isn't going home.

Instead he's in a bloody park. The sun is too bright and he's not drunk enough or sober enough to deal with any of this. The sun, the singing birds, the children running back and forth, screeching at the top of their lungs, and it's not that Sweeney doesn't like kids -- doesn't like birds, though -- it's just that he's not cut out for this. Not for any of this. Not today. Not until he gets his fucking coin back.

Which isn't going to happen. Dead Wife isn't here. Dead Wife's still in Kentucky and she's still got his fucking coin in her rotten chest.

Nearby, two of the screaming children suddenly run straight into each other on their bikes, crashing hard enough that they both go tumbling to the ground, one with his bike square on top of him, and the delighted shrieks turn into pained wails as one kid realizes two of his teeth are no longer in his mouth, but on the sidewalk in front of him. There's a fair bit of blood and then two worried mothers swoop in and Sweeney knows it's his fault, his proximity to them, but he barely spares them a glance. They're not the worst casualties of his bad fucking luck.

What he needs is another drink and another cigarette and he trudges across the park in search of a corner store and a liquor store, hopefully all rolled into one, but he only gets a few steps before a little dog crosses his path and sits down in front of him, yapping shrilly.

"Fuck off," he mutters, moving to go around. Were it a kid, he'd just punt the fucker, but dogs are helpless in ways humans aren't. The dog just moves with him, though, his tag wagging furiously, that same irritating yapping spilling out of its tiny, stupid mouth and Sweeney growls at it, wishing it would just go away.

"Don't fuck with me today," he says. "You're no Xolotl and I'm not fuckin' interested. Now beat it."

Ten more seconds and he's going to kick the damn thing, helpless or not.

[Forgot to mention in his intro post: Sweeney's luck is REALLY BAD right now because he accidentally gave away his lucky coin, which means bad things happen in his vicinity. :D Closed unless we've already spoken.]

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Jul. 11th, 2017 08:31 pm
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July 9, 2017:

Coming to Darrow...

"I need to get to Wisconsin," he says, rising from his crouch, leaning one elbow on the top of the car. "So I need the fuckin' car. Is it yours?" He lifts his other hand, plucks a coin from the air and displays the heavy, shining gold from between two fingers. "It's a shit heap, you ask me, but if your panties are in a twist, I'll pay you for it. Can't be worth more than two or three o'these."


Mad Sweeney arrives in Darrow without anyone having brought him and immediately tries to steal a car and makes a new friend.

[HERE | ongoing | r for language, violence, and warning for spoilers]
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