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Post by lararaith on Dec 12, 2009 23:51:38 GMT -5
OOC: I'd like to see a plot develop (if you guys are willing to go with it) that involved Lara. For some reason, I'm thinking something angsty and after the events of the last book. Thomas coming to terms with who he really is? Me being a manipulative bitch? Harry being a good brother? You know what I mean? Let me know if you're in.
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Post by Haylee Morgan on Dec 13, 2009 0:04:49 GMT -5
OOC: If I can haz be in it, I'm in.
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Post by Thomas Raith on Dec 13, 2009 0:22:44 GMT -5
OOC: Holy crap! I'm so all over this!!!!
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Post by Thomas Raith on Jan 16, 2010 22:31:41 GMT -5
OOC: I'm Thomas, I'm a main character, I got an email from the person who's plot this is, I'm allowed to start, and oh! I'm an admin! So I'm starting this damn roleplay! And I'm fished now!
It was raining again. It seemed like every time he had a minute to himself to think about anything, it was raining. It wasn't too depressing, not yet at least. It was just dull after a while. Nothing but rain tended to get old.
Sitting in the window seat staring out at the city, it was especially ridiculous. People moved about below, nothing but bobbing umbrellas in the fading light. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was better for thought. In any case, he sat there thinking, staring down at the paper in his hand like it was his last remaining reason to live, though it was far from it.
In essence, it was simple. It was a message that had been left on his voicemail that he'd scribbled down on the paper, intending to deal with later. That had been two days ago, when he'd shoved it into his coat pocket and went on about his business. Now, somehow sitting there watching the rain, the paper hand found its way into his hand again.
He stared down at the message and sighed. Her voice echoed through his mind as he read the words: "Thomas, it's Lara. It is vital that you call me as soon as you get this message. I await it with eager expectation."
He sighed again. Lara. What in holy hell could she want? An annoying niggling feeling told him that it might be something important - something about Justine, but he squashed that feeling with a growl. No. Surely even Lara would have said something to the effect.......
He supposed that there was no getting around it. He was going to have to call her and see what the hell she wanted. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed. Surprisingly, he got her voicemail. "It's me," he said shortly. "Call me back."
He snapped the phone closed and shoved it back into his pants pocket, crumpling up the piece of paper and tossing it over his shoulder. To hell with all of it. If she wanted something, she'd call back.
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Post by lararaith on Jan 19, 2010 17:36:09 GMT -5
OOC: I'm Thomas, I'm a main character, I got an email from the person who's plot this is, I'm allowed to start, and oh! I'm an admin! So I'm starting this damn roleplay! And I'm fished now! It was raining again. It seemed like every time he had a minute to himself to think about anything, it was raining. It wasn't too depressing, not yet at least. It was just dull after a while. Nothing but rain tended to get old. Sitting in the window seat staring out at the city, it was especially ridiculous. People moved about below, nothing but bobbing umbrellas in the fading light. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was better for thought. In any case, he sat there thinking, staring down at the paper in his hand like it was his last remaining reason to live, though it was far from it. In essence, it was simple. It was a message that had been left on his voicemail that he'd scribbled down on the paper, intending to deal with later. That had been two days ago, when he'd shoved it into his coat pocket and went on about his business. Now, somehow sitting there watching the rain, the paper hand found its way into his hand again. He stared down at the message and sighed. Her voice echoed through his mind as he read the words: "Thomas, it's Lara. It is vital that you call me as soon as you get this message. I await it with eager expectation." He sighed again. Lara. What in holy hell could she want? An annoying niggling feeling told him that it might be something important - something about Justine, but he squashed that feeling with a growl. No. Surely even Lara would have said something to the effect....... He supposed that there was no getting around it. He was going to have to call her and see what the hell she wanted. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed. Surprisingly, he got her voicemail. "It's me," he said shortly. "Call me back." He snapped the phone closed and shoved it back into his pants pocket, crumpling up the piece of paper and tossing it over his shoulder. To hell with all of it. If she wanted something, she'd call back. She stared morosely down into her glass of champagne and frowned at the telephone sitting next to her on the sofa. Thomas. Now there was an enigma. She'd let his call go to voicemail, and was biding her time before she called him back. She would make him wait. She'd never been one to do things when someone ordered her to and she wasn't going to start by promptly returning his call. It wasn't that pressing of a matter in any case. It was something simplistic enough. She only required him to come to her. He needed to come home and be with his family. It was imperative. She would be damned if she let that wizard brainwash him in his confusion. In that moment, there was no one she hated more than Harry Dresden. But...even the wizard could be useful to her somehow. Everyone had their uses after all. Even him. Even Thomas. And both of them would serve her purposes. She would see to it. She picked up the phone and dialed the number from memory. She'd called him a few times but not left a message....she'd not been sure what to say to him, honestly, even if she didn't want to admit it. She almost laughed when she heard his voicemail pick up. It was her brother's voice in the stupid accent that he spoke in at work....idiot. "Thomas, darling," she said. "Do call me back as soon as you are able. I am looking forward to speaking with you. We must arrange for you to visit me soon." She pressed the off button on the phone and tossed it back onto the couch. He would call. |
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Post by Thomas Raith on Jan 23, 2010 13:31:31 GMT -5
OOC: I'm Thomas, I'm a main character, I got an email from the person who's plot this is, I'm allowed to start, and oh! I'm an admin! So I'm starting this damn roleplay! And I'm fished now! It was raining again. It seemed like every time he had a minute to himself to think about anything, it was raining. It wasn't too depressing, not yet at least. It was just dull after a while. Nothing but rain tended to get old. Sitting in the window seat staring out at the city, it was especially ridiculous. People moved about below, nothing but bobbing umbrellas in the fading light. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was better for thought. In any case, he sat there thinking, staring down at the paper in his hand like it was his last remaining reason to live, though it was far from it. In essence, it was simple. It was a message that had been left on his voicemail that he'd scribbled down on the paper, intending to deal with later. That had been two days ago, when he'd shoved it into his coat pocket and went on about his business. Now, somehow sitting there watching the rain, the paper hand found its way into his hand again. He stared down at the message and sighed. Her voice echoed through his mind as he read the words: "Thomas, it's Lara. It is vital that you call me as soon as you get this message. I await it with eager expectation." He sighed again. Lara. What in holy hell could she want? An annoying niggling feeling told him that it might be something important - something about Justine, but he squashed that feeling with a growl. No. Surely even Lara would have said something to the effect....... He supposed that there was no getting around it. He was going to have to call her and see what the hell she wanted. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed. Surprisingly, he got her voicemail. "It's me," he said shortly. "Call me back." He snapped the phone closed and shoved it back into his pants pocket, crumpling up the piece of paper and tossing it over his shoulder. To hell with all of it. If she wanted something, she'd call back. She stared morosely down into her glass of champagne and frowned at the telephone sitting next to her on the sofa. Thomas. Now there was an enigma. She'd let his call go to voicemail, and was biding her time before she called him back. She would make him wait. She'd never been one to do things when someone ordered her to and she wasn't going to start by promptly returning his call. It wasn't that pressing of a matter in any case. It was something simplistic enough. She only required him to come to her. He needed to come home and be with his family. It was imperative. She would be damned if she let that wizard brainwash him in his confusion. In that moment, there was no one she hated more than Harry Dresden. But...even the wizard could be useful to her somehow. Everyone had their uses after all. Even him. Even Thomas. And both of them would serve her purposes. She would see to it. She picked up the phone and dialed the number from memory. She'd called him a few times but not left a message....she'd not been sure what to say to him, honestly, even if she didn't want to admit it. She almost laughed when she heard his voicemail pick up. It was her brother's voice in the stupid accent that he spoke in at work....idiot. "Thomas, darling," she said. "Do call me back as soon as you are able. I am looking forward to speaking with you. We must arrange for you to visit me soon." She pressed the off button on the phone and tossed it back onto the couch. He would call. He knew how Lara operated. She would be expecting him to call to "arrange for a visit." No. No way in hell was he going to do that. That would be playing by her rules. He had to surprise her. Of course, he hadn't exactly planned on just showing up at the house and knocking on the door. Somehow though, that's what had happened. He felt like an idiot for knocking anyway. Surely he could have just walked in...... |
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Post by lararaith on Jan 26, 2010 22:21:54 GMT -5
She stared morosely down into her glass of champagne and frowned at the telephone sitting next to her on the sofa. Thomas. Now there was an enigma. She'd let his call go to voicemail, and was biding her time before she called him back. She would make him wait. She'd never been one to do things when someone ordered her to and she wasn't going to start by promptly returning his call. It wasn't that pressing of a matter in any case. It was something simplistic enough. She only required him to come to her. He needed to come home and be with his family. It was imperative. She would be damned if she let that wizard brainwash him in his confusion. In that moment, there was no one she hated more than Harry Dresden. But...even the wizard could be useful to her somehow. Everyone had their uses after all. Even him. Even Thomas. And both of them would serve her purposes. She would see to it. She picked up the phone and dialed the number from memory. She'd called him a few times but not left a message....she'd not been sure what to say to him, honestly, even if she didn't want to admit it. She almost laughed when she heard his voicemail pick up. It was her brother's voice in the stupid accent that he spoke in at work....idiot. "Thomas, darling," she said. "Do call me back as soon as you are able. I am looking forward to speaking with you. We must arrange for you to visit me soon." She pressed the off button on the phone and tossed it back onto the couch. He would call. He knew how Lara operated. She would be expecting him to call to "arrange for a visit." No. No way in hell was he going to do that. That would be playing by her rules. He had to surprise her. Of course, he hadn't exactly planned on just showing up at the house and knocking on the door. Somehow though, that's what had happened. He felt like an idiot for knocking anyway. Surely he could have just walked in...... Her aid met him at the door and brought him into the living room where she had artistically arranged herself on the sofa and sat perfectly still, glass of scotch in her hand. "Oh, Thomas, darling!" she drawled as soon as he came around the corner. "How wonderful to see you!" She didn't move to greet him, simply sipped her drink. "Come in, darling, come in!" she said, finally raising a hand to beckon him into the room. "Come sit. We need to have a little chat, I think." |
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Post by Thomas Raith on Feb 11, 2010 12:34:56 GMT -5
He knew how Lara operated. She would be expecting him to call to "arrange for a visit." No. No way in hell was he going to do that. That would be playing by her rules. He had to surprise her. Of course, he hadn't exactly planned on just showing up at the house and knocking on the door. Somehow though, that's what had happened. He felt like an idiot for knocking anyway. Surely he could have just walked in...... Her aid met him at the door and brought him into the living room where she had artistically arranged herself on the sofa and sat perfectly still, glass of scotch in her hand. "Oh, Thomas, darling!" she drawled as soon as he came around the corner. "How wonderful to see you!" She didn't move to greet him, simply sipped her drink. "Come in, darling, come in!" she said, finally raising a hand to beckon him into the room. "Come sit. We need to have a little chat, I think." Warily he entered the room, looking around for any sign of obvious traps or obvious signs that something bad was about to happen to him. It seemed like something bad always happened when Lara got involved. His gaze drifted around the empty room then back to his sister. With an almost imperceptible nod, he crossed the room and came to a stop in front of her. "Lara," he said, looking down at her. "What do you want?" |
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Post by lararaith on Feb 13, 2010 13:11:55 GMT -5
Her aid met him at the door and brought him into the living room where she had artistically arranged herself on the sofa and sat perfectly still, glass of scotch in her hand. "Oh, Thomas, darling!" she drawled as soon as he came around the corner. "How wonderful to see you!" She didn't move to greet him, simply sipped her drink. "Come in, darling, come in!" she said, finally raising a hand to beckon him into the room. "Come sit. We need to have a little chat, I think." Warily he entered the room, looking around for any sign of obvious traps or obvious signs that something bad was about to happen to him. It seemed like something bad always happened when Lara got involved. His gaze drifted around the empty room then back to his sister. With an almost imperceptible nod, he crossed the room and came to a stop in front of her. "Lara," he said, looking down at her. "What do you want?" She smiled disconcertingly. "Sit down," she demanded, gesturing at the place next to her on the couch. "Now. Or I won't talk to you. And I have quite a proposition for you. We haven't talked in so long. Can I get you a drink?" |
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Post by harrydresden on Mar 4, 2010 23:38:41 GMT -5
OOC: Writing my way into this. Hope you guys don't mind too much.
Harry Dresden frowned. He hadn't seen Thomas since the debacle of their last meeting. He hoped the idiot was alright. He wasn't sure that Thomas would have enough sense to call him if something was actually wrong.
He'd thought they'd been making progress the last time they'd talked, and that given enough time, he'd be able to convince Thomas that he was going to be ok. But that required talking to him.
He'd called and left numerous messages, but hadn't been able to get in touch which him. He knew that if he really wanted to push it, he could call Lara and see what she knew, but information from Lara was never free and he wasn't willing to pay the price. Not yet. Perhaps if Thomas didn't turn up soon...
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Post by Thomas Raith on Mar 19, 2010 22:11:26 GMT -5
Warily he entered the room, looking around for any sign of obvious traps or obvious signs that something bad was about to happen to him. It seemed like something bad always happened when Lara got involved. His gaze drifted around the empty room then back to his sister. With an almost imperceptible nod, he crossed the room and came to a stop in front of her. "Lara," he said, looking down at her. "What do you want?" She smiled disconcertingly. "Sit down," she demanded, gesturing at the place next to her on the couch. "Now. Or I won't talk to you. And I have quite a proposition for you. We haven't talked in so long. Can I get you a drink?" With a resigned sigh, he fell down onto the couch next to her. "No, no drinks," he muttered. "Now what the hell do you want, Lara?" He sighed again, wearily this time and leaned back against the couch. "Make it good, yeah?" |
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Post by lararaith on Mar 21, 2010 21:28:28 GMT -5
She smiled disconcertingly. "Sit down," she demanded, gesturing at the place next to her on the couch. "Now. Or I won't talk to you. And I have quite a proposition for you. We haven't talked in so long. Can I get you a drink?" With a resigned sigh, he fell down onto the couch next to her. "No, no drinks," he muttered. "Now what the hell do you want, Lara?" He sighed again, wearily this time and leaned back against the couch. "Make it good, yeah?" "Oh, Thomas,"she laughed. She reached over and ruffled his hair in a manner that would have passed for affectionate if it were anyone but her. "Tell me, brother mine, how have you been?" She tilted her head to watch him as he formulated a reply. |
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Post by Thomas Raith on Mar 22, 2010 11:55:29 GMT -5
With a resigned sigh, he fell down onto the couch next to her. "No, no drinks," he muttered. "Now what the hell do you want, Lara?" He sighed again, wearily this time and leaned back against the couch. "Make it good, yeah?" "Oh, Thomas,"she laughed. She reached over and ruffled his hair in a manner that would have passed for affectionate if it were anyone but her. "Tell me, brother mine, how have you been?" She tilted her head to watch him as he formulated a reply. He rolled his eyes as he scooted away from her. "Don't touch me, Lara," he grumbled. "I'm fine. I've been fine. That concludes q and a. What the hell do you want?" He glared at her. He sounded snappy. He knew and he didn't care. It was her fault he was in a bad mood anyway. |
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Post by lararaith on Mar 29, 2010 23:18:01 GMT -5
"Oh, Thomas,"she laughed. She reached over and ruffled his hair in a manner that would have passed for affectionate if it were anyone but her. "Tell me, brother mine, how have you been?" She tilted her head to watch him as he formulated a reply. He rolled his eyes as he scooted away from her. "Don't touch me, Lara," he grumbled. "I'm fine. I've been fine. That concludes q and a. What the hell do you want?" He glared at her. He sounded snappy. He knew and he didn't care. It was her fault he was in a bad mood anyway. "You don't have to be grumpy, little brother," she said, sighing and sipping her drink. She couldn't resist reaching out to brush his hair back from his face again. "You aren't fine, though, are you? That's why you're here. Because I'm worried about you." She gave him a look as though the admission in and of itself had been too much. "Are you happy now? Now you know. Now be damn honest with me, won't you? For once." |
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Post by Thomas Raith on Mar 30, 2010 11:44:35 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes as he scooted away from her. "Don't touch me, Lara," he grumbled. "I'm fine. I've been fine. That concludes q and a. What the hell do you want?" He glared at her. He sounded snappy. He knew and he didn't care. It was her fault he was in a bad mood anyway. "You don't have to be grumpy, little brother," she said, sighing and sipping her drink. She couldn't resist reaching out to brush his hair back from his face again. "You aren't fine, though, are you? That's why you're here. Because I'm worried about you." She gave him a look as though the admission in and of itself had been too much. "Are you happy now? Now you know. Now be damn honest with me, won't you? For once." He gave her a strange look. It wasn't like Lara to care about anyone and even less like her to admit it. "I'm fine, Lara. Really I am," he said. "I just want to be left alone. I have a lot to think about." He sighed. "You wouldn't understand." |
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