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"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick
22 June 2012 @ 11:08 am
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[For once in his life! How about that? Anyway. Mr. White is not how he seems everyday. Have you ever seen a bear smoke before?]

I don't know why everyone's making so much of a fuss today. Some people just sleep wrong.

[The paw that's so carefully holding a Chesterfield cigarette to one side is rubbing his face.]

All the preoccupation with appearances. A comb can only do so much. But looks like it's back to normal.

[ooc; POLY BEAR CAFE MR. WHITE [personal profile] wakeupandapologize  will be tagging around. He-he thinks he's always been like this.]
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107тн ѕergeanт jaмeѕ вarneѕ
22 June 2012 @ 01:37 pm
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[ So Bucky's maybe a (not so) secret fan of pulp fiction novels. Well, in his day they were magazines, but he's found that he can acclimatize to the books either way. They make a great stand for his coffee mug when Steve's not around to chew him out for it. When he was a kid, these were all the rage, traded between small groups of them to be read under the covers with a flashlight and an ear cocked for the creak of a floorboard.

He'd wanted to be a detective for a while.

Right now, he's crouched behind a shelf, reading the backs of books as he chews on a cuticle, lost in his own little world. Sometimes, doing this, the things he'd do before the war, before here, kind of makes him feel like being back in Brooklyn again. ]

(( ooc: feel free to bump into Mr. Barnes, because I am having all the feels, so. ))
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Frankie Dalton
22 June 2012 @ 03:12 pm
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[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]

[A big, dark blur resolves into a rather large dog. Having dropped his device (now with a few new chew-marks on it) on a chair, he turns his attention to pawing the refrigerator door open and perusing its contents.

After a moment he backs up to shut the door, and turns back to the chair. Noticing the recording light his eyes narrow a bit.]

Figures,

[he murmurs in, well, his usual tone, pulling up to his hindlegs to turn the feed off with a forepaw.]

[OPEN ACTION]

i.

[Completely unaware that he's cursed, Frankie's going about his daily routine-- which means he's out for a run, loping at an easy pace through the familiar streets, oblivious to the occasional odd looks and startled passerby.]

ii.

[Later that evening, the big dog saunters down to The Raven; he's not working (he rarely does, these days,) but he likes to wander down and look around now and then. He manages to shoulder the door open and walks in like he owns the place, trotting along with an appraising eye.]

[ooc; no idea he's not normally a wolfdog. Network or action just about anywhere welcome <3 Comments from [personal profile] better_at_this. <3]
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Cain Hargreaves
22 June 2012 @ 03:50 pm
Entry 571; Day 1281  
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I believe I just had a very large brown bear pass along compliments to me on the tea served in the Turnabout Cafe.

I'm not entirely certain what to think, but he was quite charming.

~C.
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[ooc: Shortest Cain post in recent memory or shortest Cain post in recent memory? So...this happened.]
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Lantis
22 June 2012 @ 08:58 pm
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...I'm having trouble telling which animals belong in the zoo and which ones are people visiting the zoo.

If you're visiting, please find a way to let us know.
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Rapunzel
22 June 2012 @ 09:35 pm
The 74th Song [Action]  
[It's another ordinary day for Rapunzel. She's just going about her business, working at the tea shop, serving customers, nothing particularly odd about that.

Well, except for the fact that she's a bit taller than normal. But she doesn't know that. After all, this is just another ordinary day for her...complete with bumping her head against ceilings and doorframes on a fairly regular basis.]

Okay, so this tray goes to table five, and table three is getting the parfaits...

[She moves to pick up said trays(with her mouth, of course, she doesn't have thumbs), placing them on her back, before making her way back out to the front of the tea shop, bonking her head on the doorframe on the way out.]

Ow!

[She shakes her he head slightly, before shaking it off. One of these days she'll remember to bend down.]

[ooc: Yep, Punzie's a giraffe today, and she has no idea that there's anything out of the ordinary with her or anybody else in the City.]
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