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Relationships [16 Dec 2009|11:58am] devils_towermod (OOC NOTE: We're just trying to come up with a way of organizing things so that everyone can have a quick reference. Please just give us some time to work out all the kinks properly. Hopefully this will be a useful aid in the future.) ( Because it's complicated... ) 1 comment|post comment

[15 Dec 2009|11:32pm] devils_tower [_queen_bee_] Week 17- Thursday Evening Who: Mac and Charlie Where: Jackal Lodge -Bathroom When: Week 17, Thursday evening, right after Mac's conversation with Lawliss What: Mac absorbs Lawliss' words, and finds herself actually in state of numbing hopelessness. Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete//Open at first to anyone who notices her walking in the lodge ( Arguing with One's self ) 3 comments|post comment

[15 Dec 2009|07:46pm] devils_tower [_windchaser_] When: Week 16 Who: Windchaser and Bear Where: Ryders Cabin Why: Because she needs to see the place. Windchaser didn’t really know what on earth she was doing out there. She’d tried kidding herself that she was there to check on Ryder’s horses, but she’d even laughed at herself as the reasoning went through her head. He would never have left the horses uncared for, she knew him better than that. She slid from Cabello, smiling as he blew a snort from his nose. “I know…but I have to.” She projected her own thoughts about futility and stupidity onto the sound the animal made. She wasn’t like this, never had been as Windchaser, had grown up quickly into a self reliant, strong human being, but that had been before she had actually seen Alle, still alive, even if not himself. There was nowhere physical to pine after a memory. Windchaser walked toward the cabin, already moving closer than she intended, barely aware of the long stride of the horse behind her. post comment

[14 Dec 2009|01:49pm] devils_tower [_queen_bee_] Who: Mac monologue Where: Her Room at the Jackal lodge When: Week 17 Wednesday Night What: Mac is coming to grips with her feeling. Rating: With Mac, you never really know, but PG-13 for now. Progress: Complete/Closed Mac woke with a start, the sight of her precious Carmen's dead and bloody body still sitting behind her eyes. She had stopped screaming from that nightmare a long time ago, back when she was leading the Tres 60. Her men thought something was wrong. That's when she found comfort in sharing her bed with strong powerful men. Only a few of her most ruthless, and loyal men shared her bed while she was their leader, before she ever met Jax. They were the ones who had kept her from screaming in the middle of the night, even going as far as soothing their shaking leader. She hadn't really cared much for those men, at least not like lovers are supposed to. But she did feel a twinge of remorse when she killed them before integrating the rest of her men with Jax's. She told herself it was because she was killing good, useful men. She had killed them because she knew a man, a leader like Jax would be cautious about her men, and never fully trust those who were deeply loyal to her, and those she killed were just that. But the first week being integrated with the Jackals is when the screaming started again. That's when Mac had decided that if she was going to share a bed with someone, it was going to be the most powerful man of them all, Jax. Things had been great. She slept perfect, and she was beginning to gain his trust, even having some kind of authority among the men, thanks to Jax. She found herself equal to Lawliss, but she was just short of Reina's position. When they all found their way to Sundance, she did her best to impress him with her espionage skills, reporting back as much information as she could about the town and it's inhabitants. But as he spent more and more time with Sumi, she found herself becoming more and more bitter. Mac could actually like Sumi, if she tried and if Sumi wasn't getting so much attention for no reason. In all actuality, Mac knew Sumi wasn't quite so useless. she could fight, so long as she had a weapon, and she was clever and quick witted when she needed to be. Also, the whole killing thing didn't seem to bother her much, so all in all, Sumi and Mac could technically get along. The exception was Jax. And it was this very reason that Mac found herself wonder why she cared so damn much about what he did. If she was so pissed off, why couldn't she just leave? Take what was left of her men and leave? There were plenty of other Tres 60 still out there; she could start over again. So why not? Because she cared. She had some how, along the line, let herself care about this intoxicating, powerful, bloodthirsty man. She knew she had lost her basic care for the human life, including her own, when Carmen was taken from her, but finding someone with her same disregard for feeling and life in general was rare. Even some of her own men had tried to get her to "grow a heart" and that ended with them losing theirs. As far as Mac was concerned, her heart died along with Carmen. Now she only lived for the hell of it. Every person she killed deserved it for some reason or another, and all of them somehow had a connection to her horrible, weak step-father. So why in the hell did she find herself caring about him? This though baffled her to no end, and she got up from her bed and began to pace. It's not fair. It's not right. What the fuck?! Argh! She was in complete frustration, and this time it was because she actually knew her feelings, but found that she had no way to express them. No! This shouldn't be happening! I can't allow this to happen. Look at me: I'm falling apart, over a man. Mac thought her dilemma through a little more and decided that she needed to get the hell out of the lodge. The walls her room everything seemed to be closing in on her and she couldn't breath. She threw on a random t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and her knee high black boots. She put some light make-up on, never know who you might see out on a walk, and put her black hoody over her head. She gave herself a once over in her full length mirror. She was amazed at how black her hoody had stayed all these years. It had been Carmen's and she just couldn't bring herself to ever wear another jacket since. She quietly opened her door and walked around the house to the back door. She'd ponder her matter further while she walked around this small town at night. She check her pocket for her knife and lighter. She rarely went anywhere outside of the lodge without some kind of weapon. She opened the back door and welcomed the cold air on her face. post comment

Week Fourteen : Thursday [13 Dec 2009|11:35pm] devils_past [mr_delicious] Who: Charlie, Reina, and Poe What: Charlie gets to chat with some foxy ladies When: After Reina's meeting with Jax Where: The Lodge Rating: probably PG-13 or R Status: In progress ((Working on it)) post comment

Afternoon Thursday week 17 [13 Dec 2009|08:46pm] devils_tower [lawliss] Who: Lawliss and open When: Afternoon Thursday week 17 Where: The Mines What: Being hench person-y Rating: G Lawliss settled against a rock outside the mine, keeping an eye out, as requested, in spite of himself glad that the smell of the bodies at the bottom of the shaft was nearly gone. He had been heavily involved with killing them and getting them down there, but the smell of death still bothered him, way back since he'd smelt his first body, even before the virus, blood and sweat hadn't bothered him, they were living smells, and he identified with them. Dead smells made him think of the mob who had robbed him of his memory. Lawliss shook himself to shift the thought, he was overcomplicating himself again. He was a hired gun, with a job to do, nothing more and right now, casting his gaze over where he was watching, that was a damn easy job. He stretched his back against the warm rock, feeling his scar stretch as he did, and waited. He'd said when he'd showed up that if anyone needed him for anything they should just yell, not that he expected them to, but if he was asked, he was willing. 14 comments|post comment

Afternoon Monday week 17 [13 Dec 2009|07:20pm] devils_tower [_windchaser_] Who: Windchaser and open When: Afternoon Monday week 17 Where: Wolf Territory What: Fixing torn jeans Rating: G Windchaser had closed the door on a room hung with fragrant herbs. She had once again stayed busy, but this time it had be her comfortable usual busy. She felt like she was finally settling down here, and losing her desire to keep moving, though it did rear it's head after any major nightmares, which drove her to want to run. After Ryder had left she had suffered pretty badly with them, particularly superimposed with what had happened to her as a drifter happening to him. But now she had settled into the rhythm she tended to keep whenever she stayed anywhere for any length of time, collecting and preparing the ingredients of her trade and getting her equipment and clothes back up to scratch. She had given up fairly quickly on him coming back, and gone back to looking out for herself and anyone else who really needed her. However that hadn't stopped her from going up to the cabin a couple of times. She made a note to herself to ask Wolf about the idea of setting up a clinic on neutral ground, not just to help anyone who needed it, but also maybe to start re-establishing the links between the Wolves and the other tribes Now, with her craft dealt with she left her room closed up for the plants to dry out, and carried out two pairs of jeans for stitching up, one torn recently on a nasty bramble when hunting for herbs, before settling beneath a tree to work. post comment

Night Monday week 16 [13 Dec 2009|05:12pm] devils_tower [_mustang_] Who: Mustang and open When: Night Monday week 16 Where: In the Palace What: Making her fine ass known Rating: TBD Mustang stalked around the palace, her heels clacking on the floor as she moved. She eyed the place with barely concealed contempt. She'd known that they'd left Haven, because it was best for the Tribe, but she was considering the wisdom of even sticking with the Jackals. Jax was a good leader and not to bad of a ride, but he wasn't proving easy to to twist, and with so many other Tribal leaders in this new area, there might be better pastures to play on, as long as she could get herself there without getting killed. But there was always the chance she could screw Jax or someone who had his ear and get herself further up the chain than dancing or tomming her way through her life here. She had no huge problem with the work, but it was still work and she preferred to just not do that. post comment

Week 16 Thursday [12 Dec 2009|11:23pm] devils_tower [novastarshine] Who: Jax and Nova When: afternoon, Thursday, week 16 Where: In front of the Palace What: A meeting Rating: Um TBD Status: In Progress, Closed Necessity had made many of the contraptions that were currently used around Sundance. One of the most vividly colored was Nova's fancy delivery cart. An old Walmart shopping cart had been altered by Junk ages ago in a trade for some clothes of sturdy make. The shopping cart now had quite the large rainbow table umbrella welded to it and a hinged top on the cart with a lock. The umbrella was up to keep the sun off of fair skin that freckled and burned far to easily. Nova joked she could get sunburn from the moon and she still wasn't sure if it was truly a joke. After loading up her cart with orders, all composed of towels, Nova set out on her trek. She still wasn't telling Hawk where she was going and he was probably certain she was safe and tucked away in her shop working on things. She was sick of being cooped up again though and once again she found herself out and on the move in the direction of the Palace. Nova never in a million years would think that anything bad would happen to her at the Palace or on her way to it. It just didn't filter into her head. Even after all she had experianced and seen in her young life she was still so naive. She made her way up to the house heart shaped sunglasses perched on her nose as she pushed her cart up to the front porch and stopped just as a man was stepping out of the house. Nova had been moving out and about so the whole of Sundance by now knew she was with child. Seeing the petite sunburst haired young woman round with child first hand was completely different though. The empire waisted babydoll dress of tie-dyed colors did nothing but accent her well rounded tummy. She moved her foot to put down the kick stop that would keep the cart from rolling and her little leg and foot tried but couldn't reach it thanks to her stomach. "Oh you have got to be...stupid short legs." 4 comments|post comment

Week Sixteen; Friday [12 Dec 2009|11:10pm] devils_tower [danni_cat] Who: Danni and Jax What: We'll see Where: Mountain Lion Jackal Lodge When: Friday night, very late Rating: We'll see Status: Incomplete, closed Danni had been eating very rarely in the house lately, though she had kept herself drinking water and taking in the necessities. She was not as strong as she'd been months previous to now and she knew that could end up being a problem, especially when she finally managed to escape from the Jackal territory. She had new tactics up her sleeve, but those she would play secretly and as different situations came up. She had planned for just about everything. But right now, she was hungry. The water wasn't enough currently, so she wanted to grab some of the soup that was leftover in the fridge. She put on her slippers and quietly left her bedroom in her pajamas and went to the kitchen down the hall. The room was dark as she made her way in, which was relatively abnormal for the house. There was ALWAYS someone around every corner. She stopped for a moment, facing the fridge, listening. She knew this house even in the darkest of nights. Something was abnormal about this room. "Who's there?" she asked steadily, curious beyond all else. 6 comments|post comment

Week Seventeen : Tuesday [12 Dec 2009|09:49pm] devils_tower [_bookworm_] Who: Open to everyone What: The kid-friendly and educational part of Towel Day When: Late afternoon Where: At the library, dur. Rating: Let's keep it PG, folks. Status: In progress "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." The library looked impeccably clean today, since Libby had been spending every waking moment lately making sure all the books were in exact order and perfectly straight. There had not been much decorating to do, since Towel Day had not been that popular or widely marketed holiday even before the virus. She had taken the time to make a few colorful posters sporting quirky quotes from the Hitchhiker's Guide series and post them around the children's department down stairs. The few computers that had not been looted or damaged had been moved to a storage closet, and the tables they sat upon were moved to the edges of the large room to make space for all the people Libby expect to appear. A copy of the Guide sat on the librarian's desk at the front of the room, with a little blue ribbon in it, marking the passage she would read aloud once she had a nice-sized crowd. The paper weights and other trinkets that normally populated the desk had been moved aside to make room for Libby to sit. Lucky for her, Gemini and Bear had volunteered to help out with snacks and drinks. A table for snacks and refreshments had been set up between the double-door entry to the room and the main desk, blocking entry to the private desks and storage rooms in the back. post comment

Week 16, Monday May 17 [12 Dec 2009|08:11pm] devils_tower [_english] Who: English and Open. When: Week 16 Monday May 17 Where: Heading to the Library What: Child labor Rating: PG-13 at least cause English has a foul mouth Status: In Progress, Open The little red wagon. Never in her life would English have expected the little red wagon to steal her self respect. It had and she was certain the blasted thing would never let her have it back. Despite the loss of self respect the little red wagon was an excellent sustitute for a wheelchair for her scrawny arse. She sat in the larger Radial Flier the kids played with a cane tucked in beside her as two of the older kids pulled her down the road. Her rifle was draped over her lap begging for anyone to cause trouble. She was the escort for the kids wanting to go into town to the library to pick up books and the like. English' wagon had been modified. A few drill holes, an old lawn chair, a couple of screws and English had a rolling thrown pretty much. Well, maybe not a rolling thrown but at least she had back support and a cup holder. After her breakdown and half attempted try at escaping English and picked herself up and put herself back together with the help of Will. She had lived this long a busted leg wasn't going to do her in. She was made of tougher stuff than that and she needed to prove to herself as well as everyone else the truth of that. The same people she had grumbled at and sneered at for years now were the first to help her and give her encouragement. English just figured the lot of them were a bunch of masochists tnat wanted her mean and angry again so she could yell at them properly. That was her story and she was sticking to it. 1 comment|post comment

Week Sixteen -- Wednesday [12 Dec 2009|07:38pm] devils_tower [alexblaze] Who: Blaze and Junk Where: Sundance Cemetary When: Late Wednesday Afternoon Why: Blaze finally tries to deal with Tootles' death and runs into Junk, cue drama. Blaze had lost the drowning feeling that had consumed him during the war on the day that he talked to Sensei and Hazard about everything. Yet, despite being able to carry on a somewhat normal life, the death of his son hung like a fog over his heart. Often, after Sensei had fallen asleep beside him that day in the alley would roar up before him like a horror movie he couldn't help but watch over and over again. Even when he closed his eyes he could see the bloody, broken body of the boy. And Junk's screams. The last week or so he'd been asking around town and at the Trading Post about where he could find the grave of his son. He'd gotten a smart ass tip from someone to check the graveyard and at first he'd put it off. It had been awhile since anyone had used the Sundance Cemetary but it was worth a shot. Still, it took him two whole days to decide to actually visit the grave. It was late Wednesday afternoon that he was able to make some excuse and slip from the Hospital to search the graveyard. The sky was overcast, a perfect reflection of his mood. It wasn't until he reached the broken gate of the cemetary that he realized he was trembling. This was the biggest issue in his life right now and he knew he had to deal with it somehow or it would drive him crazy. Sensei was always there to listen, but there were some things he just had to do all by himself. He put his hands in his pockets and snuggled into his leather jacket. He walked the rows and rows of graves for at least forty five minutes before he found anything, and it wasn't a headstone that had caught his attention but a distinctly crafted angel sculpture that could be no one elses work except for Junk's. He swallowed the lump in his throat and read the hand carved headstone from a distance. Keegan Alexander Heart He'd only seen the name once before, in the undelivered letter he'd found in Junk's desk. He just stood there a moment, unable to do or feel anything. The cemetary was silent except for the wind in the trees. He walked closer and reached down to run his hands over the middle name of his son, his own real name. He closed his eyes for a long time before the dam inside of him broke and he was washed in tremendous feelings of guilt, sorrow, regret and terror. Guilt from not being able to save him. Sorrow from the loss of it all. Regret that he hadn't known sooner and hadn't been a father. Terror for the horrific way in which the boy had died while Blaze was only able to stand there. He kneeled on the grave, with his upper arm across the top of the headstone and his forehead resting on his arm and Blaze cried in a way that he hadn't done since her was a child. 2 comments|post comment

Week Sixteen -- Thursday [12 Dec 2009|02:31pm] devils_tower [panriver] Who: Pan and OPEN! or monologue.. Where: Pan's boat, docked at the Trading Post main dock When: Thursday late morning Why: Pan is working on a project... A couple of days ago someone at the Outskirts, whose name he couldn't remember, had told him that there was going to be an event known as a Towel Party sometime in the next week. He had never heard of such a thing, but the other boy had seemed fairly enthusiastic about it. Apparently people only went there wearing towels, which was right up Pan's alley because most of the time he preffered to wear as little clothes as possible. The boy had made up all of these plans to meet Pan there for another go, but Pan was almost sure that he would probably never meet the fellow again. And that was fine. Because that was how it always was. After a morning swim Pan had gone through his whole house boat to find towel scraps and what little of his sewing supplies that he had left. If he was going to go to the part he wanted to be as fashionable as possible, and it had been a long time since he'd had the time to take it easy and work on one of his thousands of projects. One he'd gathered up a box of shiny things and fabric scraps he plopped down on the deck of his boat to work on an outfit. The weather was brilliant, only a little windy and warm enough that he could sit out with only a pair of shorts on. He picked a few things out of the box, threaded his needle and got to work. He started humming and before long he was actually singing rather loudly and paying no heed to the bustling Trading Post a few hundred feet away. "I heard a rumor from ground control...oh no, don't say its true!.. I've got a message for the action man, I'm happy, hope you're happy too.." 2 comments|post comment

[11 Dec 2009|11:13pm] devils_past [_queen_bee_] Week 15: Thursday-Lunchtime Who: Mac and Charlie and open to anyone else who notices Where: Jackal lodge: the Kitchen When: Week 15: Thursday around lunchtime What: Mac wake up frustrated and wants attention Rating: PG-13 because who knows what trouble she's going to get into? Progression: Complete/Open to Jackals around the house ( Utter Frustration ) 11 comments|post comment

Week Sixteen - Saturday [11 Dec 2009|05:36pm] devils_tower [yakuzaprincess] WHO: Jax and Sumi WHAT: She's recovering from a cold and he comes to check on her WHERE: Sumi's room in the lodge WHEN: Saturday afternoon RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete // Closed ( Confusion wasn't fun ) 6 comments|post comment

Week Sixteen - Sunday Afternoon [10 Dec 2009|07:23pm] devils_tower [greyed] Who: Grey & Poe What: A chance encounter... sort of When: Sunday Afternoon Where: The Market Rating: Likely PG-13 for language, and will likely increase Looking through the tent they had set up in the market, Grey shouted out to Mouse as she was leaving with a group of others to go and do some trading, "Don't forget to buy those Candles that Yeates wants again, or he may string you up by your toes." Mouse laughed at him and said, "You know he can't catch me!" as she darted away into the crowds with the others behind her. Leaning back in a chair he had brought for himself, he could help but remember that two years ago they had found mouse hiding in a barn, and only by chance. She was barely old enough to tie her own shoes at the time, but she had somehow managed to survive and stay hidden in a world at war. She had always been one of his favourites, and the darn girl knew it too. Then again how couldn't she have considering he had let her spend two weeks with him when she came down with the flu and he had nursed her back to health. Grey was very aware that Mouse called him her Dad to others at times, but he had never bothered to scold her on the matter, because in some ways she was like a daughter to him, even if he would have been 13 when Mouse was born. However, Mouse was not the reason the seldom seen Wolf Farm Leader was at the market today. He might have told everyone that they had needed his help setting up especially since they needed the tents in rain like there was today, but it was just a good cover. One that he had made for seeing if he could happen upon Poe again, although that was certainly something he was NOT going to admit. Getting up out of his chair, he left Blackbeard who was a rip old man at the age of 11 at the front, while he went into the private tent they had put up behind their other. Pushing open the flaps, he walked in an open the sack he had brought with him and pulled out a light jacket. He thought he'd be fine in his jumper considering he was at the farm, but sitting around wasn't exactly getting his blood pumping. Walking back out through the flaps of the tend he sat back down in his chair, and rested his rifle back into his lap. He nor the others who came to supervise more often then he did had had to use that rifle in quite some time, but it was always a good reminder to others that with the Farm Wolves, you might think better than trying to steal as they all had good aim. 44 comments|post comment

WEEK CHANGE [10 Dec 2009|07:14pm] devils_tower [devils_towermod] Week Sixteen & Seventeen - Sunday to Saturday Month: Third & Fourth Weeks in May (16th to 29th), Sunday to Saturday Year: 2021 Week Sixteen: Most of the citizen of Sundance have settled into the new life in Sundance. As nothing really has occurred yet with the Jackals having moved into town, most of the citizens are considering them as less and less of a threat and are even feeling freer to visit the Jackal territory for trade and socializing. There are still some who are not so excited by their presence. These are mostly those in positions of power that know what it would have taken to get rid of the Lions, and they are not believing the stories that the Leaders ran off. Those at the tops of tribes, especially in the Wolves Tribe are wary, but are trying to not let their fears cloud the peace of the time they are in and so are keeping their suspicions hush, hush. Week Seventeen: As this week dawns, there is only one thing on everyone's mind.... TOWEL PARTY*. Towel Day is celebrated on May 25th in tribute to Douglas Adams, author of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It was a holiday brought back to life by Libby of the Wolves, but is has descended a bit into the hedonistic side. The day is marked by the book being read at the library, and then the Towel Party at the Market, during which every piece of clothing must be made of of towels, which does keep Nova busy with her sewing machine for all of Week Sixteen. Later in the week, the citizens are recovering from the party and with the stormy weather many aren't venturing too far from home. * Just a reminder that both of the group events, the reading and the towel party, will be group threads started by the mods. If your character is going to attend then they will need to post there only. Citizen Birthdays: May 24th - Reina (24) May 25th - Ryder (23) Week Sixteen Weather: Sunday: Light Rain, High winds. High:67, Low: 55, 50 w/windchill. Monday: Partly cloudy, Scattered Drizzles, High warmer winds. High:70, Low:62 Tuesday: Scattered clouds, High winds. High:69, Low:60 Wednesday: Scattered Clouds, Low winds. High:72, Low:63 Thursday: Clear skies, Low winds. High:71, Low:64 Friday: Clear skies and still. High:74, Low:67 Saturday: Scattered clouds and still. High:72, Low:62 Week Seventeen Weather: Sunday: Clear skies, low humidity, and still. High:72, Low:64 Monday: Clear skies and still. High:73, Low:64 Tuesday: Clear skies and still. High:75, Low:65 Wednesday: Partially cloudy, High winds. High:70, Low:62 Thursday: Dense clouds, High winds. High:64, Low: 52 w/windchill. Friday: Scattered thunderstorms. High:63, Low:50 w/windchill. Saturday: Partially cloudy and humid, Low winds. High:67, Low:60 post comment

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