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Born: February 02, 2017 Forum Topics Started: 7
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09/19/17 at 1:21 am
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You don't want to be an Urkonn in the realm.
You don't want to be a Shadow Man in the realm.
You don't want to be a Blade in the realm.
You don't want to be a Doom Bringer in the realm.
You don't want to be a Watcher in the realm.
You don't want to be a Djudadjii in the realm.
You don't want to be a Slayer in the realm.
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Jameson Orlav

Quinn Harper
Doom Bringer

Gideon Abernathy

Noura Orlav

Lloyd R Darrow

Remi Rose

Shaye Belmont

Soleil Whitaker

Danielle Corvinus

Casey Corvinus

Camille Hammond

Atom Noire

Tiber Loche
Black Lord

Elis Griffyn

That Girl

Tucker Reid

Last five threads posted in:
ForumSubjectLast Post
New OrleansHeads Will Roll
Created by Ella Donovan
New OrleansThe House of the Rising Sun
Created by Elis Griffyn
NeighborhoodLet's Snap
Created by Ella Donovan
ContestsRoleplay of the Month
Created by Zeddicus Zorander
New OrleansBedding the Enemy
Created by Gideon Abernathy
Jameson Orlav 09/16/17 Ella
Absolutely. Hit the basement. No one else is here.
Don't tell your little posse that you're coming. I'm not in the mood.
Jameson Orlav 09/16/17 Ella
I can be. Why do you ask?
Jameson Orlav 09/15/17 Jameson has been tasked. Well, it's not really a task, per say. More like, some smelly werewolf who lives in the mansion upstairs had insisted that he take these odd looking severed heads and deliver each of them to a respective patron. The Doctor doesn't quite understand why, but he doesn't actually care in the least. Tiberius, as he had introduced himself, had paid him a pretty penny to see that the deed got done.

Whatever. It worked in his favor.

He doubted that the mutt had expected him to put his own spin on the delivery, however. Jameson waited until the guy fled to go out and find some pretty pink boxes. White ribbons would accompany the painted cardboard- tied at the top into fancy, frilly bows. There's no way that any unsuspecting victim would come to realize what was actually inside of the box until it had been delivered.

Deranged doesn't even begin to encompass Jameson Orlav. To each person he drops off a box. While they're away, of course. His last encounter inside the house had brought immediate trouble for Ella. He would look to avoid that this time, if it was possible.

To Gideon, Quinn, and Ella herself. Inside each of their rooms they'd find a box. For Quinn and Gideon, their room would house two.

For Ella;
On the first and oldest head in his possession he would swipe the lipstick over the full lips of the dead girl. The remainder of her face remained pale, her skin tinted icy blue thanks to being both post-mortem and cold. This head was going to Ella Donovan. The home wrecker. No matter her faults, she always presented herself as beautiful and plush.

And yo, there's no sign that Jameson has been here. Just so we're clear. Let's all relax on the coronary front for now.
Quinn Harper 09/14/17 New Snap
He doesn't know it yet, but we are going to be friends.
Quinn Harper 09/12/17 New Snap
"You're so pretty!"
Quinn Harper 09/11/17 New Snap
"My headache disappeared, and no hangover!"
Quinn Harper 09/10/17 Ella Novella
Yes! I love FaceTime! Do you have Snapchat?
Quinn Harper 09/10/17 Ella Novella
I'm glad things are okay. Especially with James.
I'm ok. It's been a rough couple of days, but I think I got everything calmed down on my end. I'm looking forward to coming home. I know we will be out for a little while longer.
I miss you. Tomorrow morning, lets both take a shot at 8am.
Quinn Harper 09/10/17 Ella Novella
That makes sense. Everything always feels numb when you're drunk. It's not my favorite part, but it beats advil.
How are you? Are you okay?
Quinn Harper 09/10/17 Ella Novella
Yea. But I also need to drink. It's a hard decision.
Quinn Harper 09/10/17 Ella Novella
Do you think it's safe to mix advil and moonshine?
Lloyd R Darrow 09/05/17 Ms. Donovan
Sorry, late night in the office. Rain check?
Lloyd R Darrow 09/04/17 Ms. Donovan
Is that so?
Mackenzie 09/01/17 Ella Donovan
Grand. Whichever is comfortable and convenient for you. Not sure stained teeth are quite necessary, though.
Mackenzie 08/31/17 Ms. Donovan,

Given our mutual interests, I would very much like to discuss the relationship of our Sanctuaries. I am in New Orleans should you like to chat. My number is attached.

Lloyd R Darrow 08/19/17 Ms. Donovan
Sounds like a plan.
Quinn Harper 08/17/17 Ella Novela
What does it mean when a man gives you a puppy?
Tucker Reid 08/14/17 He is already late. His flight is on time, which never happens, and he is late. Tucker is rushing through the airport, doing his best to make it to his terminal before the plane left without him and he'd been charged yet another fee for a missed connection. In his haste, he lacks the attention he should have been paying in order to make sure he wasn't [literally] plowing through the crowd to get there. But attention is a two way street. Especially when this many people were coming and going in such a large airport. Tucker suspects that it's equally his fault as it is her fault when they crash.

"Excuse me." He snaps, his grip growing ever tighter against the handle of his luggage bag. "The airport?"

Tucker gestures to the large, open airspace around them. Though sounds echoed feverishly through the domed enclosure, there was so much space that it was impossible to feel claustrophobic.

"You're in the airport." He is clearly not amused. "It's no problem, you're welcome, I've got to go."

Someone is clearly having a bad day.
Lloyd R Darrow 08/13/17 Ms. Donovan
Well, I'll be damned.
Suppose that requires me to also share.
Lloyd R Darrow 08/13/17 Ms. Donovan
I'd ask what you're wearing, but I think I already know.
T-shirt with Jameson's face on it?
Bingo, right? I guessed it?
Lloyd R Darrow 08/13/17 Ms. Donovan
I'll be here.
Probably in different silky drawers. I'm not gross.
Lloyd R Darrow 08/13/17 Ms. Donovan
I'm at my apartment.
You can feel free to stop by, any time.
+Location Shared+
I'll add you to the list.
Lloyd R Darrow 08/13/17 Ms. Donovan
Those silk white boxers covered in hearts Elouise gave everyone for Valentine's Day.
Sort of bizarre. Very comfy.
Noura Orlav 08/13/17 Bestie
Good to know! Maybe you can whip him into shape. He listens to you. He's being a turd.
Jameson Orlav 08/13/17
Jameson Orlav 08/13/17 Ella
I'll ping you the address.
Plan on a few days..
Jameson Orlav 08/13/17 Ella
We should chat. Come and meet me in New York?
Jameson Orlav 08/12/17 [video message received]
Lloyd R Darrow 08/03/17 Ms. Donovan
Jesus, he's still missing? I've been away for some time. Figured he'd already found his way back. And, no. My wife's behind is perfectly sized.
Lloyd R Darrow 08/03/17 Ms. Donovan
Flattery will get you everywhere.
And where the hell did you lose him? Another accidental confession of love send him running for the hills?
Lloyd R Darrow 08/03/17 Ms. Donovan
I'm available anytime.
New Orleans must be disgustingly hot.
Lloyd R Darrow 08/02/17 Ms. Donovan
Are you still alive?
We should meet for drinks soon so that I can verify in-person.
Quinn Harper 07/29/17 Swallowing, Quinn considers her options. A quick glance around is made, and the girl steels herself, placing a smile on her face. Everything is fine. Everything is going to be fine.

Ella Novela
Don't worry, Ella. Everything is fine. 😁
Quinn Harper 07/29/17 Ella Novela
It's a long story. We aren't really married anymore. I think.
Quinn Harper 07/29/17 Ella Novela
Yea. That's my husband. Kind of.
Quinn Harper 07/29/17 Ella Novela
Um.. do you still have his Tinder stuff? A picture?
Quinn Harper 07/29/17 Ella Novela
Tiber Loche?
Tiber Loche 07/26/17
Tiber Loche 07/25/17
Quinn Harper 07/24/17 Ella Novela
I'm sorry. :( That is the worst. Any other way to find him?
And yes!! Costume day! I always wanted to be one of the French girls in Titanic.
Quinn Harper 07/23/17 Ella Novela
Your boyfriend is missing?! Have you looked for him?
Why do boys always go missing?
I didn't know Giddy could make scarecrows. He is so talented.
Is it Halloween already?
Quinn Harper 07/23/17 Ella Novela
I'm still hungover. I think. Pretty sure.
Did I miss anything?
Quinn Harper 07/23/17 Ella Novela
I'm back from the beach!
I didn't tan at all. :(
Noura Orlav 07/21/17 BFF
I hadn't considered that before now. But maybe it's time?
Noura Orlav 07/21/17 BFF
Omfg Elouise will not stop texting me. Will not. B-tch is crazy.
Gideon Abernathy 07/21/17 Boss of Appreciating Effort and Fine Arts
Y'know, that's actually what I was going for. It's nice to be recognized.
Gideon Abernathy 07/21/17 Boss Lady
Of course they're scarecrows. To scare the crows. From the vegetables. They're supposed to be scary. Did I make them too scary?
Noura Orlav 06/27/17 Ella
S.O.S. Jameson is missing and Elouise is f-cking dangerous. On the run.
Quinn Harper 06/17/17 >b>Ella
How do you get your hair so red?
Gideon Abernathy 06/09/17 El Bosso
Just make sure it's a full-blown statue. I want everyone to be uncomfortable if I die for them.
I'm ready as I'll ever be. Bring a bat. I found a metal pipe that might be important but we can discuss that if we make it out alive.
Gideon Abernathy 06/09/17 El Bosso
That's a weird name for a demonic creature.
Walls can be replaced. We have to think about the safety of this crew. Elouise must be taken down.
If we don't make it, I want a memorial in the bathroom.
Gideon Abernathy 06/09/17 Boss
Honestly, I don't know what a possum looks like, it was a guess.
There might be more intimidation in numbers, but I can't guarantee this won't turn into a massacre. Someone might die. Preferably the possum/rat/thing.
Gideon Abernathy 06/09/17 Boss Lady
Uhh, is it a possum maybe?
And I'm assuming I'm supposed to go take care of it?
If you hear screaming, I'm fine.
Lloyd R Darrow 06/07/17 Ms. Donovan
Wardrobe change. I'm going with...
Itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini.
I think it flatters my complexion more.
Quinn Harper 06/07/17 Group Text: Ella's Party People
Greetings from the Lufcuh! I haven't met some of you yet, and I'm sorry for that! My real name is Quinn. I like moonshine, puppies, and karoake. I'm currently practicing my drinking skills to beat Orson on our next bar trip! If you need anything, let me know!
Lloyd R Darrow 06/07/17 Ms. Donovan
Does this mean I can wear MY red bikini as well?
If there is a promise of beer, I am most certainly there.
Ticket, booked. See you Saturday.
Lloyd R Darrow 06/07/17 Ms. Donovan
You're wearing a red bikini to the airport?
I've heard stories about the American South, but Good God, is that what it's really like?
I've always wanted to pay for petrol and buy a beer at the same go. Is that possible in Louisiana?
Lloyd R Darrow 06/07/17 Ms. Donovan
How about Saturday?
I'll be as minimally clothed as possible.
What does 'af' mean?
Lloyd R Darrow 06/07/17 Ms. Donovan
I've never been to New Orleans before. I suppose I could manage a brief stay. If I come, I expect a po'boy.
Lloyd R Darrow 06/07/17 Ms. Donovan
Are you still alive? How is the 'Big Eas'y?
Gideon Abernathy 05/13/17 Boss Lady
Leave it to me.
Prepare to be amazed by some green @ss grass.
Gideon Abernathy 05/13/17 Boss Lady
You could say that.
I have a good recipe for fertilizer.
Elouise Orlav 05/09/17 Ella
He doesn't touch you at all, you delusional trollop.
No one wants to touch the chlamydia circus known better as your firecrotch.

I have six inches on you easy, you sl*tty f*cking leprechaun. Go hump a cactus before you get into a fight you won't live to see the end of.
Noura Orlav 05/09/17 Boo Thang
What are you talking about? Time for what?
Elouise Orlav 05/09/17 Ella
My husband wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole.

Go f*ck yourself, f*cking tw@t.
Elouise Orlav 05/09/17 Ella
What? 10am? What?
...naked? that on camera?
Quinn Harper 05/07/17 Ella
Yes! He's taking me to the bar. He thinks he can out-drink me. Jokes on him. I'm gonna get him white girl wasted and then interview him.
Quinn Harper 05/07/17 Ella
Yea!! That one! Good looking with the accent. We gotta find his profile again. I need to see it. I NEED to.
Quinn Harper 05/07/17 Ella
Ella!!! I made a friend! He looks big and scary, but he's actually really nice. He has a good smile, too. Did you Tinder him? What did his Tinder say?
Soleil Whitaker 05/05/17 Soleil grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, got a little pressure from the wife to start campaigning. I was going to take you up on the offer to make a banner for us, but figured you were busy with the new Sanctuary. Didn't want to bother you with the trivial stuff, you know? Congrats, by the way."
Remi Rose 05/05/17 Ella
Screw them!
TSA are a bunch of p-ssies!

Yup.. still drunk!

Shaye Belmont 05/04/17 Quinn? Someone new to meet! Parties? Loved parties! It was as if fate brought them together. "That sounds great! Can't wait!" Was getting bouncy and super excited. This is what she wanted and needed - parties. Had life been dull as of lately and it was finally time to have a good time.
Shaye Belmont 05/04/17 Peers over the face of the phone in front of her not attempting to reach for it. Hated when people did that to her. "Who woulda thunk? Convenient. Well, yes. Would you mind much to have me?"

Shaye would attempt a quick, casual download of the app Tinder on her phone as the two spoke.

Quinn Harper 05/04/17 Quinn looks at her phone and giggles at the message. It can't be helped. Quickly, she types a reply.

'I'll be right over! I'm not a catfish, though. I don't think. No way could I hold my breath under water for that long!'
Quinn Harper 05/04/17 Within minutes, her phone chirps for her attention. An alert from Tinder! Quinn squeals to herself, squirming in a happy sort of dance where she sits in the cafe. Coffee nearly spills, people stare at her in bewilderment. What could possibly be so exciting in this day and age?

She unlocks her phone, opening the app to reveal the face on the other side. "Ella... bored af. Af? Lufcuh Hhh-mu. Maybe she's Jewish? Sounds Jewish? That's nice. Party everyday. I like those. Jameson... must be her other friend."

Tilting her head, swipes right.
Quinn Harper 05/04/17 She had heard from a very friendly stranger that there was a way to find new friends. Quinn wasn't sure if they had the same definition of friend, but she figured she would give it a shot. Ironically, the friendly stranger did not end up being a friend. In fact, he'd been too friendly and invited her over to see his puppy.

Better luck next time, Friendly Stranger.

Having no idea what she is actually doing, she downloads the Tinder app (like the Ke$ha song?) and makes herself a profile. "Q-U-I-N-N... age 31..." she stops and stares at the screen, completely missing every other field.


Shaye Belmont 05/04/17 "That sounds lame and gross. I hope not all the attractive ones are like that. What I don't understand is why he wouldn't want to spend his time with you? Look at you.. Excuse me but you're the sh-t."

"Just sayin'."

Looks around them at their surroundings. A hand would draw up and through some blonde hair before halting for a small scratch to her scalp. "Would you happen to know of any safe havens nearby?"

Atom Noire 05/04/17 "I think it's Taco Tuesdays... but Teal Taco Tuesdays sounds so fetch!"
Noura Orlav 05/04/17 Lady Love
Tinder?! That's where the stalkers go.
Atom Noire 05/04/17 "Congrats on joining the Golden Cloak Club! We wear pink on Wednesdays."
Shaye Belmont 05/04/17 "I scream new, don't I?"

"Thank you for the welcome, Ella. My name is Shaye. Jameson? Sounds hot. Is he yours?"

Jameson Orlav 05/04/17 Ella
Yes, Ella. How am I supposed to see?
Noura Orlav 05/04/17 Ella
I love it when you repurpose poetry. It sounds so much better from you.
Remi Rose 05/04/17 Ella
Fair enough.
On my way to the airport now.
Be good.
Remi Rose 05/04/17 Reads last text. Tilts her head slightly with a casual shrug.

Going to NY.
Think you can hold off from being super amazing and getting promoted til I get back?

Remi Rose 05/04/17 Ella Bananafana
Most definitely.
..if I survive your first promotion.
Remi Rose 05/04/17 Ella
It's her, Ella!

And then.. nothing. No text, no phone call. Just nothing.
Twenty minutes later..

Ella Bo Bella BANANAFANAblahblah
Did you know that brown liquor fixes everything?
Took 4587604 shots!
Feeling gooooood..

Remi Rose 05/04/17 Really Blonde
Omg. Yes!!
You better learn how to use that.
You realize Elouise is borderline psycho?
She'll see my hair and think I'm you and ask questions later.
I don't want to die, Ella!

Big Red
Are you in the compound?
Did you hear something?

Remi Rose 05/04/17 Ella Bear
Why are you trying to die?
Don't die today, please.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 "Must be the accent." His grin grows wider, a slight shake to his head as he grabs the two cards, sliding them back towards his body victoriously. "So tell me, how is your not so private love-affair with Doctor Orlav unfolding?" Frankly, the man is amused. One had to admire her brashness, unless of course her brazen nature came in-between their marriage.

"It was certainly.. Romantic. I cannot fault you there."
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Momentarily distracted by the buzzing of his phone, the man takes a moment to answer his wife before setting his phone down, screen unlocked and facing up. "Goldfish, mm? My mother always had a thing for Old Maid." After a short scoff, he slaps down his first card - a 7. By no means a good card, but it was certainly better than a 2.

"I should not have spoken so soon.. Perhaps luck is not on my side, after all." He falls silent as he sips from his beer, eyes meeting hers with a closed-lip grin.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 With a smirk and a scoff, he moves to sit opposite of her, a beer of his own in hand. "Trust me, Ella, I won't be the one crying. Unless of course you're some sort of card shark, in which case, I'll shuffle first. Can't risk you weighing the deck on me."

After a swig of his ale, he sets his bottle down and splits the deck, the thrum of cards against his skin the only sound unless he evens them out against the desktop. "Solitare, you said? Why not.. War?"
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Along with the aforementioned beer and pizza was Lloyd, an amused glint in his eyes. "No, no. I've a handle on everything." Slipping past the slender red head, the man is careful not to set the box or the six-pack down upon any paperwork that appears sensitive. "Just to be clear, I will not allow you even a single victory, Ms. Donovan. While I can appreciate that it is a special day for you, I take cards quite seriously."

Opening a bottle against the edge of her loaned desk, he offers it over. "Still prepared to lose?"
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Ella
I think you may need to clean the lenses, or adjust the prescription, if you intend on keeping them.
Now open the door. My hands are full.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Ella
Sausage, obviously.
Hand-me-downs. Impressive, Ms. Donovan.
Tell me, what is it like trying to stare out of the bottom of two coke bottles?
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Ella
That, or I printed it, and framed it above my Juris Doctorate.
I'll admit, it's embarrassing, but you're still alive, and that counts for something.
I'm bringing a pizza with the beer, because I'm famished.
Noura Orlav 05/03/17 Lady Love
He actually always bought into the naughty schoolgirl thing. Glasses are a must.
Remi Rose 05/03/17 Ella
No Ella, no.
You have probably just brought the biggest dark cloud onto the compound.
Sure you don't want to go on vacation?
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Ella
Yeah, you're not ever getting that email back.
Interesting read, though.
Remi Rose 05/03/17 Suddenly her phone goes off with a message. Not sure if it was a text or email. She casually glances down, eyes grow wide, and quickly she'd draw the cell to her chest. Looking around innocently, she again glances towards the accidental message that had been sent to her. "Oh my.."

What the..
Who all got this?!

Noura Orlav 05/03/17 Lady Love
Nah... he won't be mad at you. His angry is taken right now. As for the glasses... they're kinda old. Scissors?
Noura Orlav 05/03/17 Ella
You can't anymore than I can get the text messages back that I sent her instead of you. ...Oops.
Noura Orlav 05/03/17 Ella
Um... so... we're pretty much the worst ever with technology ever.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Ella
I'll be over in ten minutes.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Ms. Donovan
Congratulations on the temporary promotion.
Let me know if I can be of any assistance.
Noura Orlav 05/02/17 Ella
omfg poke him.
Remi Rose 05/02/17 Slides in front of Ella..
..with one lousy stop.

Stares at Ella with the most seriousness she can muster.

"Who would of thought it would only took one flyer? Can I call you 'the new Elouise'.. or is 'True Wifey' too much?"

Congrats chick.

Lloyd R Darrow 05/02/17 Lloyd was never a talkative man to begin with, and while alcohol seemed to have loosened his tongue some, he was rather reserved on their walk back to the compound. The lawyer rarely stayed on The Order's campus, as a family home was obviously more convenient. Standing outside of her door now, her hand on his chin, Lloyd allows the situation to warrant a small smile.

"Another time." Temptation, while beguiling, was no longer his weakness. At least he could rest easy knowing she was now home safe. "Goodnight, Ms. Donovan." After planting a kiss against the blush of her cheek, he breaks away from her touch, feet carrying him in the direction of home.
Noura Orlav 05/02/17 Ella
I live for Razzles.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/02/17 As Lloyd follows her to the door, one hand rests at the small of her back while the other steadies her, though the man is by no means more stable than she. As they depart the bar into the cool evening air, the opportunity presents itself once again to walk away. Yet, Lloyd follows, like a moth to a flame.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/01/17 The opportunity to make the ethical decision had long expired. And as Ella's hand wrapped around his, any trace of indignation or apprehension faded. Instead, his free hand fishes into his jean pocket, tossing a few rubles onto the bar in payment.

"I thought you might never get around to asking." Yet, his feet stand still for a moment, forest-colored eyes meeting hers with a tightened brow. "After you, of course."

Soleil Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil let out an amused snort, and held up her hand. "No, no," she replied, "I think we're going to stay out of this one. There's no competition in my mind, anyways" - she paused to tap her temple - "Thank you, though."

She offered another smile before bidding Ella goodbye. "Catch you around, yeah?"
Noura Orlav 05/01/17 Ella
Jameson was trigger happy and shot my ex, who lived, and now wants to have his revenge.
Normal stuff.
Shall I bring the hair dye?
Lloyd R Darrow 05/01/17 Lloyd allows the agave liquid to carry the distaste in his mouth away, verdant eyes looking at Ella anew. Love his wife? What a trivial question. Of course he loved his wife. Love, however, never promised fidelity.

"Love is inconsequential, Ella. Surely you're smart enough to know it accounts for very little at the end of the day." He raises a hand, thumb skimming gently across her chin, his expression unreadable. "You are rather clever, aren't you, Ms. Donovan?"

Noura Orlav 05/01/17 Ella
I don't know if I can? I'm actually hanging out with my ex and trying to save Jameson's ass from certain death, currently.
Soleil Whitaker 05/01/17 "You know, Ella," Soleil laughed as she sauntered by, "I could get behind that if I weren't so into me and Rhiannon as best couple." She flashed a friendly grin at the redhead; her words weren't intended to be confrontational - just an acknowledgment of the flyer she'd just been handed. As much as she loved Elouise and as loyal as she was, Soleil found the Jameson-Ella dynamic rather entertaining.

"Good luck," she added before slipping the flyer into her back pocket.
Noura Orlav 05/01/17 Ella
You used the scrapbook photo! I'm so glad you like it!!
omg. I can't wait to braid each others hair. And raid your closet.
Remi Rose 05/01/17 Eyes grow wide as she is given the poster, looking it over completely. Even giving it another quick glance.

"My, oh my.. You've out done yourself this time, Ella. This is f-cking awesome! Can I get a second one?"

Has plans to post one onto her wall at the compound and then the other for safe keeping. One never knows when something like that will come in handy. Ya know.. revenge, torture, future fits of high times giggles. You never know!

"You have my vote."

Lloyd R Darrow 05/01/17 Men are monsters. Some, more than others. As their lips connect, however haphazardly, Lloyd's immediate reaction is to slam his beer back onto the bar-top, totally taken aback by what he hoped to assume was an accidental slip. "Ella.." He warns in a testy tone. And then, perhaps because he has decided he truly doesn't care, he holds up two fingers towards the bartender.

"Stay the night? Did your eyes simply miss my wedding band?"

Noura Orlav 05/01/17 I have really high hopes. I've already started planning your wedding. I have a scrapbook. You look pretty damn good with your head pasted on Kate Middleton's body. Jameson isn't very convincing as Prince William, but it's an improvement.
Noura Orlav 05/01/17 Are you my sister yet?
Lloyd R Darrow 05/01/17 The usual urgency that would implore Lloyd to prevent her actions is non-existent, his inebriation having thrown caution to the wind. Loyalty, of course, weighs on him, but not enough to interfere as the woman draws nearer, hand on his thigh, lips near his.

He had suppressed his inner-wolf for many years, creating the grim, thin-lipped man that had been dominating his social life. However, the more the wolf itched to be set free, the more Lloyd felt himself gravitating towards practices of the past. Not that he remembers much of drunken benders and nameless women.

"What, pray tell, do you expect of me, Ms. Donovan?" His question is offered with a slight laugh, verdant eyes meeting hers at the intimate distance they held. "I think, perhaps, I'm too drunk to make any level-headed decisions. Why don't I simply.. Walk you back to your room."

Lloyd R Darrow 04/29/17 "Erroneous? I wouldn't view it as such a cut and dry thing. Every marriage has its.. Challenges." He paused, thumb tearing away at the label on his beer idly. "I believe they are two people who genuinely love each other. When that is the case, I believe that it is possible to make anything work." His exposure to the couple together was limited, but from the way they referred to each other, it was easy to infer the depth to their love and respect for one another.

He inclines his head briefly in confirmation. "You are welcome to accompany me any time to court. It is certainly never boring." Lloyd noted that her hand remained, and that she had grown closer since they had began bantering back and forth. However, be made no move to correct her. As of yet, she had not crossed any lines he viewed as reprehensible. "Bora Bora was warm, and lovely, and so very unlike Moscow. As for the new faces, I have not gotten any NDAs signed by them, so I'll have to catch up with them in that regard.. A dinosaur?" Just how drunk was he?

Lloyd R Darrow 04/28/17 Lloyd sets his beer down long enough to roll up his sleeves, returning his attentions to Ella and his drink thereafter. He was normally a reclusive person, but he recognized the dynamics that existed among his crew-mates, and the way that the married women tended to keep their distance. The man is loyal, there is no doubt about that, which is why when the red head touches him in any manner, he is unfazed. "I usually ignore any memos regarding the Doctor's wife. It's a spike in my blood pressure I do not require. Plus, there is are enough extraneous legal matters for me to attend with Dr. Orlav."

"Some paperwork reached my desk this morning regarding a new security detail and updated protocol, but honestly, I couldn't be bothered. My mind was still in Bora Bora until you showed up." Another friendly smile, and a swig of his beer. Lloyd, casual? Who would have thought.

Lloyd R Darrow 04/28/17 Like a sunrise over the horizon, the bar transform from a dim ambiance to something worth admiring as Ella makes her entrance. The lawyer does not take the greeting as anything out of the ordinary, happy to welcome her to the reserved stool to his left.

As she settles in, he slides her martini over, ****tail napkin and all. "Good to see you," Lloyd smiles faintly before having a drink of the filthy tasting 'Yarpivo' in his grasp. "I've been away this past week. You'll have to fill me in on all of the goings-on. My email is bursting."

Lloyd R Darrow 04/28/17 Ms. Donovan
I think I got the number right.
Truth be told, I've been here much longer than I let on. But drinking alone is boring!
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Lloyd R Darrow 04/28/17 Email To: Ms. Ella Donovan {}
Subject: Drinks
I never did catch your number. At any rate, I'm free for drinks this evening if you are. I'll be at Yevgeny's until 11.

Best, Lloyd R. Darrow, Esq.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/18/17 "Seven?" The man pauses, a hand reaching up to scratch his cheek as he ponders the prospect. He'd simply have to let Cait know he would not be home in time to tuck the boys in. No sweat. "That should work fine. I will clear my schedule."

After a few awkward attempts, he successfully retrieves his papers from his new acquaintance. "I am a naturally hot-blooded individual, though. I believe I'd be best served keeping you warm, if anything. And I have a coat." His stark tone is far from flirtatious, but it's simply in his nature. Must be the accent. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ella. I shall see you at seven."
Jameson Orlav 04/18/17 Ella
Group??? Who else is invited?
Lloyd R Darrow 04/17/17 "Free? Tonight?" He enunciates the words only to better comprehend the question. The lawyer is a literal man, working in fact. That is why the law suits him so well - he is able to function in a world of black and white; right and wrong. But, Lloyd is under clear instructions. Socialize, be welcoming.

"Yes, I happen to be. Would you like to grab a drink?"
Lloyd R Darrow 04/16/17 Nervous would be an understatement for the poor man. He is innately awkward, still socially inept even with his own spouse. So, factor in an embarrassing introduction to a complete stranger, and Lloyd is due for a stroke at any moment. "Do I.. Love my wife?" He blinks several times, unsure if she had just actually presented him with such a loaded question.

"I.. In a manner of speaking.. It's impossible to say.." He finally pauses from his cascade of fragments, clearing his throat thereafter. "She had children!" He pipes back up, being just as disastrous as before, the poor ball of nerves. "I, ahm. Yes. I love my wife."
Noura Orlav 04/15/17 Happy
Husband and I are remaking favorite scenes from Jurassic movies.
Will you do us the honors of recording them?
Lloyd R Darrow 04/15/17 Lloyd shuffles down the halls, distracted by paperwork he shuffles through with dexterous fingers. Tongue clacking lowly against the roof of his mouth, the lawyer continues on, stocking feet gliding against laminate floor in an almost child-like fashion. Out of the corner of his eye, a red-head stands. Without much attention to detail, he stuffs the paperwork under an arm, quickly sliding over to make a comical, abrupt appearance before Caitlyn.

"Hey, Cait. What are y-" He cuts off, his face a mask of sheer horror. They're multiplying. "I thought.. No. Not my wife. Hello, I'm Lloyd." The man offers his hand, the stack of papers consequently cascading to the ground, slipping every which way, and generally making a disaster of his before-meticulously sorted files. This first encounter isn't awkward at all.
Noura Orlav 04/14/17 -Sees Keg. Tosses bottle aside.-
-Steps up to the proverbial plate-
I am goddamn keeping you forever.
Elouise Orlav 04/13/17 Been thinking those insults up all day, I'm sure. Glad to see you're so concerned about my ass, and my child.

He has a great ass, so I wouldn't be surprised. Have fun with the major disappoint that will be his ultimate rejection!
Noura Orlav 04/13/17
Elouise Orlav 04/13/17 Touché. At least I'm not an unwashed trollop, which I'm sure is hard for you.

You can gawk at my husband all that you'd like, but unfortunately enough for you nothing will ever come to fruition. He's a loyal man. And you're just...not good looking enough to ruin a marriage over.
Noura Orlav 04/13/17 Not true. I wrote that down in high school. #CoolSibling
Noura Orlav 04/13/17 I'm glad you didn't even pose that as a question, because drinks should never be a question.
Jason Reindhart 04/13/17 "Welcome to The Order! I'm Jason, the local bum and infamous Dino-Shifter! If you require a stiff drink or some munchies, my room is always stocked. I also have a cat...and he loves women."
Elouise Orlav 04/13/17 So, are you like...a sex worker? What's your gig?
Noura Orlav 04/13/17 Finally. Someone I can get along with. This is going to be great.
Soleil Whitaker 04/13/17 -rubs back of neck-
Uh, yeah. Kind of a flash wedding, no big.
Rhiannon's great, though. I definitely got lucky with her.
Remi Rose 04/13/17 Married? HA! Was the weirdo of the crew. Even the All Mother was married. Remi was single and ready to mingle.. but honestly? She had her eyes on someone but was keeping her cool. There was nothing set in stone.. or gold in the shape of a ring. Not that anyone cared.

The woman wouldn't have to introduce herself, Jameson had already taken care of that.. and the tabloids. Was an avid reader. Helped that she had only graced the the paper once and.. wait, it was when they mentioned Ella, too. Funny how things work out.

"Remi.. Remi Rose. I'm always around."

She'd offer her schedule but due to lingering resentment of others, she held back on the word 'friendship' for now.

Soleil Whitaker 04/13/17 -slides past, grinning-
Oi. Welcome to the club!
Remi Rose 04/13/17 Had read the latest from Jameson. Someone new. The last member was someone she had already known. Remi hasn't yet had to put herself out there to the newest member of The Order.

There was a slight hustle. When Jameson spoke, the rest went frantic to make sure all was well. It was quite easy to find out where the 'new girl' was. Approaching, the first thing she'd notice would be fiery red hair and quickly a sudden urge of jealousy would flush through her. Remi was the only redhead! Now, she'd have to share such honors.. Wait, was that the girl the tabloids said was leaked to Jameson in more than just friendship?

Oooo! Sh-t was gonna pop off!

The jealousy vanished as quickly as it appeared. Approaching with a large teethy grin, she'd speak excitedly.

"Hello! Welcome! Avoid all things questionable and even some that aren't."

Elouise Orlav 04/13/17 Welcome to The Order. If you're going to sleep with my husband, remember to put a sock on the door.
Jameson Orlav 04/13/17 I'm sorry Miss Jackson...
Soleil Whitaker 02/07/17 Soleil kept grinning as she thrust out her hand. Ella seemed innocent and sweet enough. "People are indeed friendly," she agreed, nodding, "For the most part, anyways." A couple of faces flashed through her mind - there were some dwellers of the Realm who scared the living sh*t out of her. Luckily, she hadn't had any unpleasant encounters. Yet.

"Pleasure is mine, actually. If you ever need anything, Ella," she continued, nonchalantly digging the toe of her boot into the ground, "Don't be a stranger. I'm always around."
Soleil Whitaker 02/07/17

Soleil had heard all the latest commotion and drama regarding the Orlavs and some new girl. Afterall, it made the front page of this week's issue of Death and Style. Who the f*ck was she? Soleil had to find out for herself.

She was passing by when she recognized the girl from the picture printed in D&S. She figured it wouldn't hurt to make herself known to the stranger, so she approached slowly. Clearing her throat, she brought two fingers up to her forehead in a small salute. "Hello," she said, announcing her presence, "I'm Soleil. I just wanted to give you a friendly, yet late welcome to the Realm." Soleil hoped the other girl wouldn't find her behavior suspicious, and offered a wide smile in attempt to thwart any initial animosity or uncertainty.
Noura Orlav 02/03/17 "Ohmygodnostop."

The thought of her brother shirtless is sickening. Like, downright gross. The last thing she wants to hear is some woman, or any woman, verbally drool all over him. Hearing about such a specific thing, yuck. She appreciates the girl and the challenge presented, buuuut yuck.

Still, her gags are fairly playful, and the subject is happily moved onward. "Noura. Nice to meet you, you sick b-tch."
Jason Reindhart 02/03/17 "Yo, welcome to the Realm."
Atom Noire 02/03/17 "Welcome to the Realm!"
Noura Orlav 02/03/17
Did she just... oh God. She did. Noura found a spirit animal. She knows she did, because she can practically feel the annoyance coming from home. Lowering her hand once sure of her composure, a solid grin can be found painted upon her lips. "Just try not to feed his ego too much."
Camille Hammond 02/02/17 So pretty....
-Has appeared out of nowhere, fingers tangling against long strands of bright ginger hair. Is entranced. Captivated. Allured.-
Noura Orlav 02/02/17

"So... what are your intentions with my brother?"
Jameson Orlav 02/02/17 Eternally hypersensitive to the atmosphere and energies around him, there isn't a second of this strange girls elevated enamoring that he doesn't pick up on.

He's teetering the line between uncomfortable and intrigued, and though her fingers lingered against his hand, he's the first to pull away.

"Pleasure, Ella. I'm not sure that's the best idea but.." Chocolate eyes narrow beneath knotted brows, "Are you hanging around Moscow for a while?"
Elouise Orlav 02/02/17 Elouise's eyebrows lift in utter amusement. "Good luck with that. Let me know how it goes."
Elouise Orlav 02/02/17 Elouise can't help but scoff. And then her trigger finger itches. A condescending smirk plants itself on her now decidedly hostile visage.

"You mean the oaf that just lumbered off? He's my husband. And you won't be getting his number. Best steer clear of married men, especially ones with violent wives."
Jameson Orlav 02/02/17
Handsome? Handsome. Yes, he was quite the handsome fellow. Jameson straightens up, composure tight, as though he were preening. A bird putting his proud feathers on display.

"My name is Jameson." He extends a hand, offering calloused fingers for the girl to shake, "And you are..?"
Elouise Orlav 02/02/17 -squints at-
Welcome to the Realm.
Jameson Orlav 02/02/17 Welcome to the Realm.
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