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Thank you for calling The Rapture production office at The Mirage hotel and casino, you've reached Tommy Karras at extension 558. I'm either away from my desk or on another line, but if you leave your name, number, and the time that you called? I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

If this is an emergency, you can reach me on my cell phone at 702-555-4789.

Thanks, and peace out.


ooc: muse and mun can be reached here or through Tommy's AIM: TommyKarras. Muse is very friendly, and mun doesn't bite...unless asked. ;p
magic_fratboy: (emote - small smile)
One of the advantages of living so close to his parents was the ability to call his father and ask him to watch Mayilia for a couple hours when his best friend randomly reappeared after nearly two years off the grid for whatever fucked up Immortal-related reason.

Smiling as he thought about Sal, and as he gazed down at his sleeping daughter, now two years old and physically matured to about the age of four, Tommy marveled at the good luck of it as he leaned over and kissed May's cheek.

"Daddy?" she slurred, rubbing one eye sleepily.

"Sorry, May Bunny. Daddy's gotta go out, just wanted you to know."

"Is to fight Dark people?"

"Nah, not the Darkness tonight, baby. An old friend of Daddy's is back, we're just gonna go talk, and Papou's gonna stay with you, okay?"

May's dark eyes widened as she gasped, trying to sit up in bed. "Daddy, I pay wif Papou!"

"I'll have him come read you a story, okay?" Tommy laughed, gently pressing May down so he could tuck her My Little Pony blanket back around her, making sure she had the pink bunny she'd named Candy tucked securely in her arms. "Daddy will be home in a couple hours, and I'll come kiss you goodnight before I go to sleep."

May pouted up at him, but didn't try to sit up again as he leaned over and kissed her one more time.

Within the alloted two hours, Tommy was walking through the doors of Road to Ruin, scanning the bar for some sign of Sal. Finding none, he walked up to the bar and flagged down Chet.

"Yo, Papa Chet! You seen a skinny little Italian shithead around here?"

"If you mean Sal," Chet drawled with a grin that betrayed the annoyed tone of his voice, "he's in the can. He's been harassing my customers with bad knock knock jokes for the last forty five minutes, maybe you can put a leash on him."
magic_fratboy: (to sassy - bzuh?)
He'd known it was a mistake the second he uttered the words, should have realized who he was dealing with and what she was capable of. Still, somehow, with two lifetimes behind him and a general sense for his own personal welfare, he spoke standing right there in front of her, him with a death wish and her with a fresh tray of her trademark cookies in hand.

"I think I need new jeans."

Things got sort of fuzzy after that, and amidst a tidal wave of chatter, bouncing, car keys, and a toddler's shrieking, Tommy found himself at the Forum Shops at Caesar's, Mayilia on his hip with the bag of candy Sassy had already bought her, hoping to God that he could somehow corral his best friend, the personal shopper with a bottomless wallet.

"Sass? Sass, will ya stop for a sec? I need new jeans, that's it, you ain't buyin' me a new wardrobe. Or May...Sass, are you even listening to me?"
magic_fratboy: (emote - bound)
1. Comment with your character's journal.
2. List a verse or verses if you would like to pick one
3. I'll write a few words on Jen's feelings for them.
4. Feel free to return/spread the notion!
5. Enjoy!
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"You heard me, you son of a bitch." he replied quietly, evenly, voice bright as sunshine and cold as ice. "I am known by many names among the gods, and most important among them, Hades...the one you must pay close attention to at this 'the God of Loopholes.' Free of flesh, free of, where I remember all that's been done to me, don't think I have any love for you or your kin. I see what has been, and with that I know what is to be...but I also know the things that never were, the roads not taken. I know how she could have left you, returned forever to the mother that loves her. Yes, Hades, you will give her to me. You will give me this woman...or I will, gladly, separate you from yours. Permanently."
magic_fratboy: (emote - look up)
"I am known by many names among the gods, and most important among them, Hades...the one you must pay close attention to at this 'the God of Loopholes.'"
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Writer's Block Meme

1. On the first night, write a single sentence that could appear at any point in your eventual story.
2. On the second night, write a paragraph of a minimum five sentences, including the original sentence.
3. On the third night, complete five paragraphs including the one written the night prior.
4. On the last night, finish your story!
5. At any point, you make take one 'night off' as a pass.
magic_fratboy: (emote - talking)
Here's the challenge, each day for the next month, write a blog in letter form to the following people:

The Letters Below... )
magic_fratboy: (sal - SMOOCH!)
Pick your packet of kisses and I will write drabbles involving our muses kissing. Ooo la la.

The Cute Packet
- Kiss on the forehead.
- Kiss on the nose
- Kiss on the cheek
- Kiss on the lips

The Sexy Packet
- Kiss on the back
- Kiss on the neck
- Kiss on the shoulder
- French kiss

Just specify verse, muse, etc.

Why not?

Jun. 13th, 2010 05:56 pm
magic_fratboy: (emote - small smile)
It's Time To FACE THE MUSIC. And Don't Forget Your Dancin' Shoes.
magic_fratboy: (emote - deep thoughts)
((OOC: Bendytimed back to before week two of the competition, and edited because yeah...mun is baaaaaaad with timelines. :P Any mistakes in the following comments do not exist. These are not the droids you're looking for.../end Jedi mindtrick :P))

She was pregnant again.

The last time they'd talked, she'd come close, but hadn't admitted to the real problem...if one could even call it that.

She was quiet, reserved. She was dressing differently, and already he was noticing a change in her eating habits, the way she was behaving. He saw it in the way she held May, the way her face would glow, contort, then glow again. She was suffering, and it wasn't good for her.

Or the baby.

It was Sunday afternoon, and he was in LA again for the next round of Dancing With The Stars. Tomorrow was the dress rehearsal for his next routine, and then a big elimination that had him on edge already. Ziyah usually watched rehearsals when she was in town with him, and today she even had May with her. The sight made his chest ache, Zee with his daughter while beneath her baggiest hoodie, the swell of her belly was growing again and she wouldn't let him see...wouldn't let him touch her to feel it in the night...

Once Effie stepped out of the room to call her boyfriend, Tommy took a seat beside Zee, helping her give May her lunch. When the one year old was happily munching away on some finger-sized steamed veggies and hot dogs, Tommy finally spoke to her quietly as he stopped May from trying to put a hot dog up her nose.

"Are you ever going to tell me about the baby?"
magic_fratboy: (sexy - throes of passion)
The only gift is a portion of thyself.


(NOTE: Takes place just a couple hours after The Abyss escape. Selene is [ profile] dealing_death and is used with the knowledge, if not permission, of her mun. :p)

Cut for adult content: graphic sex and violent imagery... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 660
magic_fratboy: (emote - beaten down)
Broken Wand ceremony for teenage magician shot in an Anaheim robbery.

He was human, there are some of them in this field. Nineteen years old...

Kinda makes me wanna lock May in a box 'till she's forty. Not a good day, man.
magic_fratboy: (emote - confident)
1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.

[Pretendy screening in place, but all conversations are locked between Tommy and muse.]


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