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TM - 'happlily ever after'
Jan. 29th, 2005 03:28 pmDescribe what your "happily ever after" would be like.
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
Milli- ~ Connor's room ~
Jan. 24th, 2005 10:16 amHaving followed Faith up to her room and determining there was nothing he could do, at the moment, to help, Connor returns to his room. He's nearly trampled by Beowulf bolting through the door - presumably to gallop downstairs to find Van Helsing.
He's far too wired to sleep, so he draws the katana and goes through several kata. The motions take his mind off the evening's events and calm him a bit. Not enough that he is able to sleep, but enough that it's not the only thing on his mind anymore. He continues through the motions... it's keeping his mind focused... and continues and continues... it's like Faith and her bag punching, but he won't have bloodied knuckles.
Through the night and into the morning. He doesn't stop. He still can't sleep. He's not tired.
He finishes a motion and, finally, stops. He needs more room. Room to move...
He's far too wired to sleep, so he draws the katana and goes through several kata. The motions take his mind off the evening's events and calm him a bit. Not enough that he is able to sleep, but enough that it's not the only thing on his mind anymore. He continues through the motions... it's keeping his mind focused... and continues and continues... it's like Faith and her bag punching, but he won't have bloodied knuckles.
Through the night and into the morning. He doesn't stop. He still can't sleep. He's not tired.
He finishes a motion and, finally, stops. He needs more room. Room to move...
Milli - Connor was a baaaaad man... *eg*
Jan. 20th, 2005 11:31 pm...and now - well, he's gonna fix that.
((there isn't actually any RP'd sex / smut behind the cut - just keeping pup's LJ page neat - plus, mun is heading off to bed))
ETA: ((okay - still no RP'd sex, but there's some 'stuff that'll probably lead in that direction' there now.))
( Faith + Connor = take a wild guess )
((there isn't actually any RP'd sex / smut behind the cut - just keeping pup's LJ page neat - plus, mun is heading off to bed))
ETA: ((okay - still no RP'd sex, but there's some 'stuff that'll probably lead in that direction' there now.))
( Faith + Connor = take a wild guess )
((Milliways))
Jan. 20th, 2005 11:02 amVan Helsing is sitting in his room, on the bed, in jeans, the button-down and a pair of socks. His hat, coat and vest are on the chair on the far side of the room and his boots are on the floor. Beowulf is sprawled across his lap. He idly pets the dog as he goes over yesterday's events. Beowulf doesn't mind, he just 'listens' and gets his ears scratched.
"What the hell happened yesterday? Natalie said she broke off her engagement with Nick and seemed convinced that everyone was going to hate her. I don't understand. Which isn't new - I frequently don't understand things. Especially here."
He doesn't feel as ridiculous talking to the dog as he thought he might, but he's also not sure how much help it will be.
"She was... well, more than a little intoxicated (not that I'm judging, I wasn't in the best shape then myself) and rambled on about being fat and ugly - which she is not. And I told her as much... which, actually may have been where this started going badly. I mean, I'm trying to help her and she kisses me? That threw me a bit... okay, a lot. A woman, Natalie called her Alanna - have I met her? I'm not sure, I can't remember some of the people I've met - anyway - pulled Natalie off me - thank you very much - and started moving Natalie away from the bar. Good plan. We got her settled in a table and gave her some water."
He smirks a bit down at the dog. "I had to find you," he rubs the dog's head, scruffing his hair, "so, I... left. Now I don't know what to do at all. And you... you big bum... you're no help." He gives the dog a light thump on the nose, but Beowulf just thumps his tail on the bed.
"Stupid dog."
"What the hell happened yesterday? Natalie said she broke off her engagement with Nick and seemed convinced that everyone was going to hate her. I don't understand. Which isn't new - I frequently don't understand things. Especially here."
He doesn't feel as ridiculous talking to the dog as he thought he might, but he's also not sure how much help it will be.
"She was... well, more than a little intoxicated (not that I'm judging, I wasn't in the best shape then myself) and rambled on about being fat and ugly - which she is not. And I told her as much... which, actually may have been where this started going badly. I mean, I'm trying to help her and she kisses me? That threw me a bit... okay, a lot. A woman, Natalie called her Alanna - have I met her? I'm not sure, I can't remember some of the people I've met - anyway - pulled Natalie off me - thank you very much - and started moving Natalie away from the bar. Good plan. We got her settled in a table and gave her some water."
He smirks a bit down at the dog. "I had to find you," he rubs the dog's head, scruffing his hair, "so, I... left. Now I don't know what to do at all. And you... you big bum... you're no help." He gives the dog a light thump on the nose, but Beowulf just thumps his tail on the bed.
"Stupid dog."
TM - ~ childhood memories ~
Jan. 17th, 2005 12:07 am[locked to those who know about Connor's immortality]
What is your funniest childhood memory?
I, honestly, have no idea. That was well over four-hundred years ago. It's not that I don't remember, it's just that I don't remember anything being particularly funny. I spent my childhood learning useful things like swordfighting and beating up my cousins before they beat me up. Pretty normal growing up stuff, I suppose. And, since I was killed around the age of 18, not so sure there was all that much to laugh at.
What is your funniest childhood memory?
I, honestly, have no idea. That was well over four-hundred years ago. It's not that I don't remember, it's just that I don't remember anything being particularly funny. I spent my childhood learning useful things like swordfighting and beating up my cousins before they beat me up. Pretty normal growing up stuff, I suppose. And, since I was killed around the age of 18, not so sure there was all that much to laugh at.
~ TM - * childhood memories * ~
Jan. 16th, 2005 10:18 pmWhat is your funniest childhood memory?
I. Don't. Know.
I. Don't. Know.
TM - *exact opposite*
Jan. 10th, 2005 09:20 amWhat would a description of your exact opposite be like?
Huh. Interesting. Can't say I've ever thought about this before, but I think I'd have to say The Kurgan. He kills whomever, whenever necessary, but doesn't care about doing it; he's almost indiscriminate about it all. Whereas I, would kill whomever, whenever necessary, but it might pain me to do so, depending on whom it was I had to kill.
Muse: Connor MacLeod
Fandom: Highlander
Word Count: 60-ish [mostly b/c mun can't concentrate enough right now to write more]
Huh. Interesting. Can't say I've ever thought about this before, but I think I'd have to say The Kurgan. He kills whomever, whenever necessary, but doesn't care about doing it; he's almost indiscriminate about it all. Whereas I, would kill whomever, whenever necessary, but it might pain me to do so, depending on whom it was I had to kill.
Muse: Connor MacLeod
Fandom: Highlander
Word Count: 60-ish [mostly b/c mun can't concentrate enough right now to write more]
Intro
Russell Nash. Pleasure. I'm gonna make this quick, I have to get back to work. I like brandy and Glenmorangie. I live in New York, run an antique shop and don't deal in exotic weapons. No, you can't ride in my car and I hate wrestling. Only thing I go to MSG for is hockey. I used to go for the circus, but Rachel's a bit too old for that now. Okay, that's enough if you want me to answer the question...
[visible only to those who know about Connor's immortality - and also his real name]
Reflect on the past year in your life. Did you have children? Did you find 'God', forsake God? Did you marry? Break up? What was this past year like in your life?
( cut for mun's sanity )
Russell Nash. Pleasure. I'm gonna make this quick, I have to get back to work. I like brandy and Glenmorangie. I live in New York, run an antique shop and don't deal in exotic weapons. No, you can't ride in my car and I hate wrestling. Only thing I go to MSG for is hockey. I used to go for the circus, but Rachel's a bit too old for that now. Okay, that's enough if you want me to answer the question...
[visible only to those who know about Connor's immortality - and also his real name]
Reflect on the past year in your life. Did you have children? Did you find 'God', forsake God? Did you marry? Break up? What was this past year like in your life?
( cut for mun's sanity )
Milli- ~ finding food ~
Jan. 2nd, 2005 08:23 pm"Faith, come on. I'm hungry." He tugs on her hand, pulling her onto the elevator with him.
She resists with a grin that says it'd be worth his while to stay.
He raises an eyebrow and tugs a bit harder, pulling her on. "Later."
The elevator starts to shake and the lights flicker... Connor's paying a bit more attention this time...
"Here we go..."
She resists with a grin that says it'd be worth his while to stay.
He raises an eyebrow and tugs a bit harder, pulling her on. "Later."
The elevator starts to shake and the lights flicker... Connor's paying a bit more attention this time...
"Here we go..."
Milli- ~ the letter openers ~
Dec. 27th, 2004 08:34 pmThe letter openers that Connor is giving to just about everyone are shaped like his katana and made from similar materials. The blades are forged carbon-steel, not folded. They were specially commissioned and many of them have the gift recipient's name engraved on them.
(ie: if you spoke to Connor and he learned your name, yours will have your name engraved on it; if not, there will be either Happy Holidays or nothing - characters to choose)
(ie: if you spoke to Connor and he learned your name, yours will have your name engraved on it; if not, there will be either Happy Holidays or nothing - characters to choose)
(Milli-) ~ Christmas ~
Dec. 25th, 2004 10:41 pmThe shop's closed for Christmas, so no one will be downstairs. And Rachel's away visiting friends for the Holidays, so no chance of her sneaking in while Faith's there.
( description of the loft )
( description of the loft )
~ Holiday Party - NYC (pt 2) ~
Dec. 22nd, 2004 10:19 pmRachel and Connor arrive at the party - not late, meaning Rachel is happy. It's the same party they go to every year, the same group of friends they rarely see, but the air is festive and light and it's a fun party. and mun is so not in the 'write a fun party scene' mood, so this is gonna be really short until something strikes.
Mingle.
Drink champagne and wine.
Mingle.
Talk to people about innane topics that no one will care about in the morning.
Mingle.
Connor, for once in his life, wishes that someone would come through to take his head, but nope... that's not happening. However, Rachel's happy and enjoying herself, so, Connor's happy. He really doesn't wanna fight anyone wearing the suit anyway - b/c then he'd have to buy a new one.
Mingle.
Mingle.
Chat.
Go home.
********
"Good night, Connor."
"Good night, Rachel." I kiss her on the cheek and she smiles at me. I may not always have fun at the party, but watching Rachel enjoy herself is more than enough - it's why I go every year. Plus, she always looks so pretty in her dresses. I don't remember when we started going to the parties, but I remember she's worn a different dress every year. And that she won't let me buy them for her. Stubborn woman.
Mingle.
Drink champagne and wine.
Mingle.
Talk to people about innane topics that no one will care about in the morning.
Mingle.
Connor, for once in his life, wishes that someone would come through to take his head, but nope... that's not happening. However, Rachel's happy and enjoying herself, so, Connor's happy. He really doesn't wanna fight anyone wearing the suit anyway - b/c then he'd have to buy a new one.
Mingle.
Mingle.
Chat.
Go home.
********
"Good night, Connor."
"Good night, Rachel." I kiss her on the cheek and she smiles at me. I may not always have fun at the party, but watching Rachel enjoy herself is more than enough - it's why I go every year. Plus, she always looks so pretty in her dresses. I don't remember when we started going to the parties, but I remember she's worn a different dress every year. And that she won't let me buy them for her. Stubborn woman.
~ Holiday Party - NYC ~
Dec. 22nd, 2004 08:18 pm"Connor?" Rachel calls from the loft above, where my bedroom is, then she peers over the railing at me. "There you are. Where have you been?"
"Getting ready," I tell her and turn around once. I'm dressed and my hair's brushed.
Her head withdraws and she starts down the stairs. I can tell she's smirking - trust me, I just know. She stalks over to me and straightens my tie - because she must. It's not that it's crooked, not at all, it's just something that she always has to do. It's rather cute, really. And I watch her do this every time. Like a ritual. And it ends the same way, she pats my cheek and tells me I'm ready to go. I have to smile at her when she does that.
"You always wear the same suit."
"I don't need another suit," I tell her, stroking a hand over her soft cheek. I can't believe it's been almost fifty years. My sweet Rachel. She smiles at me - that same smile I saw once she knew she was going to be okay back in 1943. I lean down and give her a soft kiss.
She doesn't scowl at me - this time. Instead, she gives me a small smile and tells me we should go or we'll be late.
"Getting ready," I tell her and turn around once. I'm dressed and my hair's brushed.
Her head withdraws and she starts down the stairs. I can tell she's smirking - trust me, I just know. She stalks over to me and straightens my tie - because she must. It's not that it's crooked, not at all, it's just something that she always has to do. It's rather cute, really. And I watch her do this every time. Like a ritual. And it ends the same way, she pats my cheek and tells me I'm ready to go. I have to smile at her when she does that.
"You always wear the same suit."
"I don't need another suit," I tell her, stroking a hand over her soft cheek. I can't believe it's been almost fifty years. My sweet Rachel. She smiles at me - that same smile I saw once she knew she was going to be okay back in 1943. I lean down and give her a soft kiss.
She doesn't scowl at me - this time. Instead, she gives me a small smile and tells me we should go or we'll be late.
