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 Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 12:17 pm
On a rainy Monday I feel it inside me....like the days of summer.... *Squeezes her hand briefly, nudging his face in a half nuzzle as he relaxes against her.*
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 12:45 pm
*Releases one of his hands to scoop up the quivering ball of fur that was one of Ana's most recent saves* Kitten. *Pushes the mewling kitten against Reg's neck*
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 12:48 pm
*Snorts, but takes the kitten and shifts so he's off Alicia's lap. Lays out with his legs stretched ahead of himself, laying the kitten on his chest so he could properly pet at it.*
S'Tiberius, babe. The man has a name, s**t.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:53 pm
*Polishes a glass, the Sex Pistols' rendition of "My Way" bellowing from his battered jukebox. Mouths the obscene lyrics of the song, grinning as he did.*
Merdi, dem was de day-
*Pauses and frowns as a handful of people filter into the bar.*
We ain't open yet. Y'all gon' haf to come back latah.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:35 am
*Reaches over to stroke Reg's hair - careful not to brush his scalp - as she watches him pet the kitten with half-lidded eyes*
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:44 am
*Smiles in a friendly sort of way, tucking his wand into its Ministry-regulated holster at his hip* Actually, Robicheaux, it's Ministry Business we're on. We've, er, come to collect Reg. He's got a few warrants..
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:46 am
*Attempts to smile at Georgie as well, though she gives a distracted glance at the Aurors clustered behind her* Yes. We'll only be a moment.. I'm terribly sorry to disturb you before opening hours, but we didn't want to make a scene.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:06 am
Don'chu "Robicheaux" m' ya lil piece of trash. Georgie ain't gon' be smoothed over wit' y'all English proper e'cate. Yo' can get de ******** out m' bar.
*Sets the glass down as well as he towel, but steps out from behind the bar, towering over the lot, save for Knox. He was only about two inches taller than him.*
Go on, be gone wi't yo'.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:08 am
*Glances up at Teddy, catching his eye before slinking around Knox as he stepped up to calm Georgie. Hurries up the stairs, heeled boots somehow silent as she went up two at a time.*
Dad?
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:11 am
*Holds his hands up to Georgie, smiling at him winningly*
Georgie, baby. It's just a pick up, love. We're not shippin' him off to Azkaban or anythin' else. S'just the warrants came back down and he needs to go to court.
We mean no disrespect, mon ami. S'just routine by the books rubbish.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:19 am
*Keeps his gaze steady on Marius, not appearing surprised when she slips off up the stairs; the corners of his mouth stiffen as he draws a breath through his nostrils, disappointment in his unwavering eyes before he looks back at Georgie*
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:23 am
*Looks over sharply to the doorway as his daughter hurries up the last step and into the loft.*
Mari? Baby, what are you doin' here..?
*Sits up, setting the kitten aside.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:30 am
*Frowns, but shoves her hair back with her fingers only to have it fall back right into her face.*
Mum's downstairs...and I'm on the clock right now.
Your warrants are back, Dad. We're here to pick you up..
You have to leave now before they come up. Georgie's pretty pissed, so you have a few minutes.
I'm sorry.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:34 am
*Watches Mari as she speaks, her expression peaceful, before she rises to her feet, rage flitting across her features*
You can be in the States in less than an hour, I'll call Dung and have him get a Portkey set up.. maybe to LA, they'll be expecting New York..
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:40 am
Aftah 'ow many year it routine now? Honkey, yo' ain't not'in but sheet. Merde, yo' t'ink Georgie stupid, non?
Yo' hafta re-active dem warrants an' yo' got be up dere to be signin' dem back on....*Pauses as he considers Hermione for a moment, realization dawning on his angry face.*
Yo' foolin' yo' self if y' be t'inkin' yo' can take a body from him home an' work. Dey ain't causin' no trouble!
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