Jameson Orlav |
07/27/18 |
Mr. Reid,
You have something, or rather, someone that I want. I apologize for the informal nature of this letter, but I'm afraid my patience has run thin and you've found yourself caught in the crossfire. The purpose of this correspondence is to prepare you for my demands. Find yourself some privacy and arrange for negotiation. Whether or not you give me what I want is not in question, but rather, whether you'll give it up willingly.
Regards,
Jameson Orlav
|
Mackenzie |
05/11/18 |
To: Reid Funeral Home
From: Mackenzie.Brooks@Death.co.uk
Subject: Services
Mr. Reid,
Do you offer unservices? Can your funeral home bring people back from the dead, just as much as it lays the dead to rest?
Best,
Mackenzie
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Mackenzie |
04/04/18 |
Sure. I can be reached at B-tchisgonnab-tch@death.co.uk. |
Mackenzie |
04/04/18 |
Do you have a website? I'd love to leave a review. |
Amari Preston |
04/04/18 |
Tucker Reid just failed at stealing money from you! Amari felt someone attempting to check her pockets. The cleric's gun slid down into her hand and she pointed it at his fingers. "Good try..." She pulled the trigger and a flag popped out. A sign said 'Better luck next time buddy!' |
Mackenzie |
02/23/18 |
To: Reid Funeral Home
From: Mackenzie.Brooks@Sonder.org
Subject: Memorial Service
To Whom it May Concern:
I am interested in a memorial service for my late brother, Daragh, in the hopes that he will rest in peace - and stay resting. Do you offer any packages that help to keep the dead, dead?
-Mackenzie |
Tiber Loche |
02/05/18 |
Tucker
I'm pretty exclusive to New York since I left L.A.
Have you got somewhere to stay already? |
Livia Vlcek |
01/14/18 |
You graze on wanted posters? *quirks a brow* THAT'S what I'm doing wrong...silly me. |
Livia Vlcek |
01/11/18 |
*recoils at his because* No judgement here... *might have grease with her for other things* *doesn't know what those other things might be* *arches a brow* Wanted poster? WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING?! *sniffles* Was it bad? |
Livia Vlcek |
01/09/18 |
*cants head* Do I know you? *looks around* Did I get arrested again? *stands up, squeezes with all her might through the bars* Thank you...we aren't in Mexico are we? *dusts self off, hands the male a lime* For your time and trouble...they're like gold in these parts. *shifty eyes*
|
Caitlyn Darrow |
01/09/18 |
*soft incoherent babbling followed by sleepy dialogue that is most forgettable in the morning*
Thank you. You’re the bestestestestestest est-ever. Lloyd? I think he’s asleep. I’m asleep. Are you asleep? You should eat some pie. Pie is good.
|
Caitlyn Darrow |
01/09/18 |
*pouts, sleepily rubs eyes*
Did you drink all my orange juice? |
Elouise Warrock |
01/08/18 |
First of all, 28 days. Second of all, no. Does this mean I'm not getting the summer wedding of my dreams? |
Elouise Warrock |
01/08/18 |
You're my boyfriend. I'll touch however much of that butt as I damn well please. |
Elouise Warrock |
01/08/18 |
I'd touch that whole butt. |
Jameson Orlav |
01/08/18 |
-sniffs around-
You smell like wet dog. |
Elouise Warrock |
09/24/17 |
Tucker
Put that polo on ASAP. Omg.
YES.
Tucker
Look at the sky, b*tch.
[IMG]
 |
Elouise Warrock |
09/23/17 |
Tucker
I don't know. Sh*tty pastels. Probably covered in hibiscus flowers. I'm saying, I expect tacky!
Sky-writing? Is sky-writing impressive? |
Elouise Warrock |
09/23/17 |
Tucker
The booze cruise is happening. Find your daddiest pair of swim drunks. I'm talking old white man on a work retreat in Hawaii.
What the f*ck is impressive, then?? |
Elouise Warrock |
09/22/17 |
Tucker
Could I woo you with a booze cruise? |
Elouise Warrock |
09/19/17 |
I thought mystery was sexy?
-pouts-
Oh, well. I'll make a resume for every assumed identity.
Do you want a list of the people I've k-...worked for? |
Elouise Warrock |
09/19/17 |
-squints-
Resume, resume, hm...
-taps her chin-
I don't think I've ever had a job. At least, not as 'Elouise Orlav'. I have a shady past, okay?! |
Elouise Warrock |
09/19/17 |
You just described a total catch, thank you very much. Do you want my resume? List of my special skills? Oh, I know! You can take me to your mortuary. Let me play in the coffins! |
Elouise Warrock |
09/19/17 |
Are you saying I'm not worth dating?! |
Elouise Warrock |
09/19/17 |
Fine..
-folds arms-
But this is totally classified as a date, now. You better put on a clean shirt! |
Elouise Warrock |
09/18/17 |
-narrows eyes-
I'll cook, but I expect a good bottle of tequila in exchange. |
Elouise Warrock |
09/18/17 |
-squints-
Is this you asking me out for steak without asking? Because you know I'm perpetually hungry. |
Elouise Warrock |
09/18/17 |
And here I was, sticking around, hoping you'd notice me...
-hair flip-
Did you get scrawnier since I saw you last? You're looking thin. |
Elouise Warrock |
09/08/17 |
Tucker
When are you going to admit that I'm growing on you?
One day, Tucker Reid. ONE. DAY. |
Elouise Warrock |
09/08/17 |
Tucker
Funny, That Girl didn't write about your big crush on me.
Don't worry. I'm well aware. ;) |
Caitlyn Darrow |
08/31/17 |
Honestly, she had started to wonder. But when the man peeked from around the corner and had the white towel. She knew she had been right all along. Reid Funnel Home Rigsby had stopped his incoherent babbling, and instead stared mystified at the man who spoke with a toothless smile.
Caitlyn's own smile barely had moved, but she at least wasn't chanting funnel cakes anymore. She sets her bag down in the back of the stroller, and looks at Tucker expectantly. "Hello! I'm Caitlyn and this is Rigbsy. We're here for Funnel cakes. This is Reid Funnel House right?" She asked with a beaming grin.
She ignored some unpleasant scents she had picked up, and kicked them up to Rigsby must need a diaper change. "Rigsby's first Funnel cake! Oh this is so exciting. Can we watch you make them?" Awestruck she clasped her hands together in front of her, and felt her mouth saturate at even the reminiscence of her last funnel cake. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/31/17 |
Tucker
Darrow.
Lloyd may just eat you. He was always more Jameson's than mine when he was in The Order. He was our lawyer. Got me out of all types of trouble!
When tf are you going to invite me to London? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/30/17 |
Tucker
Caitlyn Noire? Good luck. She's...interesting. I've known her for a little while, now. Knowing you, she'll test you patience even more than I do. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/30/17 |
Tucker
That's always how I prefer it.
Where'd you end up? Settle in okay? |
Caitlyn Darrow |
08/30/17 |
Caitlyn had met Tucker briefly after the fall of The Order. But ever since he said he worked in a funnel house, she had been craving funnel cakes like a mentally unstable kitten trying to latch onto a cow udder. The stroller creaked by with Rigsby babbling on inside of it.
She found it! Reid Funnel Home. A loud squeal of delight emits from her lips, as she leans forward to inspect Rigsby. "Ready to try your first funnel cake?!" After giving his small bit of hair a ruffle she progressed forward opening the door and stepping inside.
"Funnel cakes! Funnel cakes!" She chanted and hummed merrily that is until the door closed behind the and she got a good look around. Blue-green hues narrow and take in her surroundings. "FUNNEL CAKES?!" |
Elouise Warrock |
08/30/17 |
Tucker
Why is your face plastered all over the place?
I'm not complaining, but do I have to come bail you out? |
Caitlyn Darrow |
08/29/17 |
*frowns* Maybe I should have picked LA and not London. My husband doesn't care for the location. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/29/17 |
Tucker
I think it should. :)
If you don't like it, you can leave.
But there's tons of tequila and tacos here if you do come...
I'll buy the ticket? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/29/17 |
Tucker
I have moisturizer.
I don't know...me? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/29/17 |
Tucker
Logan's fine, and that's what counts.
Will you be coming to Bloemfontein? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/29/17 |
Tucker
Are you okay? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/28/17 |
Tucker
Rude to both remarks.
I can cook! You'll see, mf. Just you wait. Culinary orgasms in your near future! |
Elouise Warrock |
08/28/17 |
Tucker
Or, maybe, just maybe, you enjoy my company.
It's okay. You don't have to admit it to yourself just yet.
I'll go grocery shopping right now. Any requests, your Royal Highness? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/28/17 |
Tucker
Okay, smart ass. Round 2 tonight? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/28/17 |
Tucker
How tf did you beat my high score? |
Camille |
08/28/17 |
-stares- |
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
OMG FINE.
Hope you're ready to kill Nazis. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
Is that a yes, then?
I also have bananas. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
Works for me. I'll whip it up!
What about blueberries?
|
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
What kind of fruit do you want in your smoothie?! |
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
...one or two spring rolls, then.
Grab lotsa sauce. Gonna let lost in it. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
Noodles. Bring me noodles. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
Um. Are you going to bring me any??? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
Do you wanna make smoothies and shoot things?
I mean in the game. They're Nazis. It's fun! |
Elouise Warrock |
08/27/17 |
Tucker
Not yet, maybe. ;o
I can't figure out why my playstation won't turn on. I need your b*tch ass to help. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/26/17 |
Tucker
It's rude to ignore your girlfriend/future wife. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/23/17 |
Tucker
Where are you? I'm bored.
Can we get a Playstation? I wanna shoot Nazi zombies. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/14/17 |
It’s impossible to be stealthy when you’re 6’0 of gangly limbs, but agility is on Elouise’s side. Recently, she’s dedicated her energy to making Tucker’s life as inconvenient as possible. It’s how she endears herself to the people in her life, after all. Catching sight of Solomon King’s younger, uglier brother, she creeps up behind him, fingers immediately dishing into his back pocket to grab his wallet. “Hey, Tasha.” She states with a smirk, plucking out the wad of cash stuffed into leather folds. “I’m going on a taco run. Thanks for pitching it!”
She’s already backpedaling, a toothy grin on her lips. “What’s yours is mine, after all!”
You were successful in stealing $57.00 from Tucker Reid.
|
El Orlav |
08/13/17 |
~*~ Ella wheeled the small luggage bag behind her. Currently engrossed with the screen of her phone, and reading the updates on her extradited flight to go meet James. She busied herself swiping her finger to the messages pinging at her. Then she ran into something firm. Human. With a subtle look at the crotch area, it was a man. ~*~

''Sh!t. Sh!t. My bad, sorry! Well. Hi there. Um..''
~*~ With a fastened turn of her head she could tell that she no doubt lost her way. Why use the phone? When she can use the human pole standing in front of her. He was handsome, but she didn't see a ring - not exactly her type.. but.. she had time. She posed the question and tugged the buds from her ears to hear the man's response. ~*~
''Can you point me in the direction of the airport?'' |
Elouise Warrock |
08/13/17 |
Tucker Warrock
I've always had a thing for Nicholas Cage.
You'll just have to do. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/13/17 |
Tucker/Husband
Warrock is my maiden name.
You should know this. We're married. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/13/17 |
Tucker
So am I going to be Elouise Reid or are you going to be Tucker Warrock?? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Tucker/Husband
Goddamn right.
You'll give in eventually.
I'm quite charming. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Tucker
Marry me and found out.
AYOOOO |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Tucker
I only share my alcohol with spouses. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Tucker
Fine, come over.
This is a date.
Jk. Ew. But seriously. Bring tequila. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Tucker
If I win do we get married for real? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Tucker
Sounds like we're in a polygamous relationship. Because I am also married to nachos and tequila.
Which means we're married already.
Sux2byou. |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Tucker
My husband is dead???
Hence the proposal? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Tucker
No, bish. This is not a game or a trap.
Are we getting hitched or naw? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/12/17 |
Taylor
Two, actually.
Third time's the charm? |
Elouise Warrock |
08/11/17 |
Taystee
Do you want to get married? |
Elouise Warrock |
07/30/17 |
"Good. Me neither." She snorted, lifting a hand to scratch idly at her cheek. She observed Tucker in silence, leaning over to grab another shot from the table. She had spent so long making up new names for him, she wasn't actually certain if 'Tucker' was his given name. Oh well.
After kicking back yet another shot, she leaned into the comfort of the sofa, now apparently at ease. "So..." What the f*ck was his name? "Tracy. Right? Anyways." Smooth. "The only real rules I have around here are that you don't eat my Cheetos, you don't f*ck my sister-in-law, and you don't drink my Kool-Aid. It's spiked with all sorts of sh*t. Don't want you to die." |
Elouise Warrock |
07/26/17 |
Leave it to Elouise to let the interesting people in. At least the man knew how to hold his liquor. Otherwise, the evening would be over rather expediently. "At least you're an obedient weird-o." She cleared her throat. "For the record, you're under no obligation to actually spend time with me. But, it was either you, or another night spend with Cheech, Chong, and Wolverine." For the record, Cheech and Chong were the dogs, and Wolverine, naturally, her son, but she would offer zero explanations on this front.
With another easy movement, she knocked back another shot. |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
"Moderately handsome strangers, thank you. I don't keep company with uggos." She shuffled over, hands full with two shots apiece. "My husband is a f*cking monster, my only friend is a sex-addicted lesbian, and you're what's left. See my dilemma?" She smirked, kicking back a shot with ease.
"What's your excuse, assh*le?" |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
The blonde chooses to mull over her drink. For all of ten extra seconds. The agave fluid was a refreshing sensation as it spilled over the back of her throat. "Just remember, it's 100 percent your choice. Looking at old man d*cks all day. Just sayin'." Her next move, of course, is to prepare shots. It's done in her same methodical silence.
"So, are you a social leper? Is that why you're stuck drinking with me? Shouldn't you...be getting chlamydia from a Russian stripper?" |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
Cerulean eyes blinked slowly. Mortician. That would have been of some use in the past several days. With the number of bodies she'd gone through, it would have been easier to have used him. Unassuming or not. That thought, however, is kept solely in the reserves of her mind. Mindlessly, she shifted over towards the cabinet, procuring two glorious, boot-shaped glasses. Classic.
"I can't say I prefer human company often. Sometimes, however, it's necessary." She tapped her temple. "The baby is fun, and all, but the cute little b*stard can't hold a conversation for sh*t." She offered one of the glasses in Tucker's direction then. "I guess you're not that f*cked up." She knitted her brow. Weird. "How many naked old people have you seen? Oh. Gross. A lot. Definitely a lot." |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
She jerked a thumb towards the closet across the room. "Definitely another one in there." Arms full, she dumped bottles onto a large, circular table. After adjusting the brim of her comically large hat, she turns to face him. "Right." Her movements as hasty and methodical as she prepared what one could consider the strongest margaritas known to man.
She is mostly silent during the process, always the type of person who prefers a comfortable silence above all else. And in Tucker's company, she felt perfectly sound. "So, what's your catch? Serial killer? Cannibal? Pedophile?" When she finally spoke, it couldn't possibly lack her normal biting sense of humor. "You seem way too normal." |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
It's on rare occasion these days that someone comes in search of Elouise Orlav. Not that it has ever been especially common, but, still. "Re-lax, hombre." She called before shuffling over to the door. And, in good fashion, she is adorned in matching poncho and sombrero. "...don't f*cking judge me."
She swung the door open, a mocking sweep of the hand bidding him welcome. "I have...cheetos. Probably some hummus. Definitely lime." |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
Torah
B*tch please. You've never gotten drunk with me. |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
Tuba
You're cleaning up any puke, FYI.
...I don't puke, but the baby might. |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
Thomas
Tequila. Always tequila. |
Elouise Warrock |
07/25/17 |
Tanner
We're getting hammered tonight. |
Julliet Swan |
07/16/17 |
The angel threw one fist, then the next, and the routine repeated itself until the deed was done. She flicked the drops of blood off her knuckles, drawn from her victim's upper lip, and straightened herself up. She'd usually been good with keeping her attacks hidden from bystanders, but it seemed she had a quiet audience this evening. As Julliet tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, her bright blue orbs acknowledged the presence of the onlooker with a half nod of her head, before strolling away to continue her business. Maybe her witness learned a thing or two... |
Elouise Warrock |
07/15/17 |
Tallulah
...I'm from Buffalo.
We're going to Taco Bell.
Gonna get real intimate with a quesadilla. |
Elouise Warrock |
07/15/17 |
Tank
Fine. Uber.
What the f*ck is Popeyes? |
Elouise Warrock |
07/15/17 |
Turner
I'm hungry.
Let's do something.
You're my designated b*tch. |
Elouise Warrock |
07/14/17 |
Tranny
What are you doing? |
Elouise Warrock |
07/12/17 |
Tuscaloosa
Wtf. That's one strike.
But yeah. Make me some tacos. ASAP. |
Elouise Warrock |
07/11/17 |
Tampa
I need Taco Bell. |
Elouise Warrock |
07/09/17 |
"The fridge is fully stocked. It isn't as if you'll need to leave." After a slight pause, she's walking away. "Speaking of, mark your food in the fridge. I'll totally disregard it, but the others won't." Entering the kitchen, she allows the labeled cabinets, drawers, and dining area to itself. Everything is shades of white and gray. Dull. Basic. Clean. The blonde preferred her surroundings orderly.
"My husband's name is Jameson. He's...away." Her tone shifts, decidedly more on edge than before. "Jason, big guy with the beard? He's usually around. As for the others...they come and go. Soleil is here, for now." |
Elouise Warrock |
07/09/17 |
A vague smirk tugs at El's lips. This one is funny. "Tucker, then." Nimble feet begin to pad down the hall. She doesn't glance back, sure he'll follow. "We like to keep it very dorm-esque here. Your room has a bed, a dresser, and a mostly functional closet. You have your own bathroom, but if you clog that sh*t..." She makes a foul expression. "That's your goddamn problem."
It seems almost random, the direction Elouise takes through the maze of hallways, and even more so when she selects a uniform, gray door out of all the others. Manicured fingers procure a sharpie, and she marks the door boldly with the word 'Troy'. Cheeky? Of course. She wasn't going to make this easy for him. "Rearrange the furniture however you want. You can also replace it with your own, or not, I don't really give a sh*t."
Arms fold across her chest as she shifts to allow him entrance. As she does, her other hand lifts up to dangle a key. "Every other entry is locked by retina-scan, thumbprint and pass-key. We'll get you set up with that later...if I'm not busy." |
Mackenzie |
07/09/17 |
"What the actual f-ck, S-" Mackenzie stops short as she gets a closer look at the man, arms crossing as she peers up at him. "Huh. I'll be damned."
Tucker Reid just failed at stealing money from you! |
Elouise Warrock |
07/09/17 |
"Oi. New guy." Elouise beckons with an idle hand wave. She notes his height, though, the blonde is rarely intimidated by size. Being six feet tall tends to allot the woman with a rare confidence. "What's your name again? Todd?" Cerulean eyes are squinting, and it isn't entirely clear whether or not she's joking. "I can show you your digs, if you want. I put you right next to the nursery. Figured I can ignore the baby, but you won't be able to." |
Autumn Summers |
06/28/17 |
Welcome to the realm. |
Camille |
06/28/17 |
Welcome to the Realm. |