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sirenspull_logs2012-03-13 03:24 pm
laurice) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-13 03:24 pm
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I'm standing on the bridge, I'm waiting in the dark
Who: Larry Butz and Maya Fey
When: Backdated to March 8, afternoon
Where: The House of Butz, Sector 6
Summary: What was supposed to be a carefree afternoon turns into a serious and possibly sad discussion about one Elise Deauxnim.
Warnings: Mentions of death and dying and possibly violence and then there was angst. Also, Trials and Tribulations spoilers all across the board.
[Larry was in his studio again, going over several sketches of the layout he wanted for that mural Raul Creed had him working on. He was thinking of a sky-blue background, kind of like daybreak...but maybe it was too light. Maybe dusk, to symbolize the sirens going off every evening?
Elise batted a rumpled piece of paper around his feet, treading all over his toes as she chased after it. He smiled and bent down to pick her up, settling her on his lap. Automatically she leaped onto his desk, paying no heed to the drafts she stepped on, and jumped onto his shoulder. Slowly he returned to his work, a pencil in one hand while the other scratched behind her ears.
Elise...yeah. Somehow, that name had come to him instantly when he first met her in his backyard, as if no other name would suit her.]
When: Backdated to March 8, afternoon
Where: The House of Butz, Sector 6
Summary: What was supposed to be a carefree afternoon turns into a serious and possibly sad discussion about one Elise Deauxnim.
Warnings: Mentions of death and dying and possibly violence and then there was angst. Also, Trials and Tribulations spoilers all across the board.
[Larry was in his studio again, going over several sketches of the layout he wanted for that mural Raul Creed had him working on. He was thinking of a sky-blue background, kind of like daybreak...but maybe it was too light. Maybe dusk, to symbolize the sirens going off every evening?
Elise batted a rumpled piece of paper around his feet, treading all over his toes as she chased after it. He smiled and bent down to pick her up, settling her on his lap. Automatically she leaped onto his desk, paying no heed to the drafts she stepped on, and jumped onto his shoulder. Slowly he returned to his work, a pencil in one hand while the other scratched behind her ears.
Elise...yeah. Somehow, that name had come to him instantly when he first met her in his backyard, as if no other name would suit her.]