Voice mail
Aug. 6th, 2028 09:50 amHello there! This is the voice mail service for Maximilian Parker. Please feel free to leave a message and I might get back to you. You know, if I'm not busy or something.
You Are Chocolate |
 You make people feel euphoric and dreamy. You're very addicting. You definitely drive people to passion, lust, and even obsession. While you are quite sensual, you are also comforting. You sure know how to work your magic. It doesn't take long to get someone to love you. |
ooc: BRB dyin'.
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charloft Munday: Death
Apr. 12th, 2010 10:02 amHow do you react to character death? Have you had an occasion to kill a character off? How did you feel about it? How did your rp partners feel? How do you approach writing death scenes?
( Ramble back here. )
( Ramble back here. )
Post a picture of someone you see every day.
Oh isn't this a sweet one.
Unless I'm on the road, my day tends to begin with seeing Dia, ( my lovely, beautiful wife. )
Then, almost always, there's Stephen, ( my boss. )
And, like as not, Solace, ( the boss's lady wife. )
Oh isn't this a sweet one.
Unless I'm on the road, my day tends to begin with seeing Dia, ( my lovely, beautiful wife. )
Then, almost always, there's Stephen, ( my boss. )
And, like as not, Solace, ( the boss's lady wife. )
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7s_prompts: Press conference
Oct. 29th, 2009 05:17 pmhttp://pics.livejournal.com/7s_mod/pic/00012dby
It wasn't much of an incident, but still, he fully expected Stephen to have words with him about it.
The press-conference was very ... impromptu. Or rather, Stephen Lamarck had appeared in the building of a business associate, escorted only by his head of security by means of a bodyguard, and had walked out to a small ambush of journalists who had flocked there after news of coming lay-offs of a significant scale were considered by that associate. So far, they hadn't managed to get what they had been looking for.
But the owner of Archer Imports walking out was a whole different variety of prey. Because he hasn't made major lay-offs, nor were any supposed to be forthcoming. (They weren't.)
What is his source of additional income in the conditions of economic recession? Is he involved in illegal activities? Is he laundering money for foreign companies?
Stephen answered calmly. Good planning and steady business contacts around the world, no, no laundering anybody's money, just balancing locations where the recession was at different stages, and no, his employees were safe, as far as he could say, from joining the increasing number of jobless people.
His look behind his shoulder looked bland enough - to all but his rather silent bodyguard. Who deciphered it absolutely correctly as irritation. There were plenty of business of the company that was... well, from shady in the eye of the law, to worse. Smuggling, to begin with. Not to mention the magical artifacts, and a few other choice activities.
Stephen wrapped what he was going to say with the usual, 'thank you for your questions, that will be all.'
The journalists, who had probably been sharpening their teeth, wanted something meatier to bite into. They pressed.
Max loomed, moving to stand beside his boss. Didn't exactly growl, but attempted to push through the group politely.
And unsuccessfully.
His shoulders tensed; the shorter man by his side looked sideways and arched his brows, very slightly.
Max's eyes narrowed. He paused, then murmured a single word. Most of the journalists thought he probably swore; those closest thought the word was something like "Hexus." Which made no sense at all.
Next thing they know, every single item of technology - cameras, microphones, recorders, phones, pagers, electric watches even - gave way. As in started smoking and stopped working. The one in the pocket of the woman who had phrased her question particularly unpleasantly even caught on fire, creating minor panic.
Neither of the two men in the center of the ensuing chaos blinked or cracked a smile. Max just got his boss out of there and into the car before any semblance of organization had started to reoccur, whether on personal or pack level.
It wasn't much of an incident, but still, he fully expected Stephen to have words with him about it. About using magic too much in the open; it was dangerous.
Of course, that would have to wait at least until his boss stopped laughing.
It wasn't much of an incident, but still, he fully expected Stephen to have words with him about it.
The press-conference was very ... impromptu. Or rather, Stephen Lamarck had appeared in the building of a business associate, escorted only by his head of security by means of a bodyguard, and had walked out to a small ambush of journalists who had flocked there after news of coming lay-offs of a significant scale were considered by that associate. So far, they hadn't managed to get what they had been looking for.
But the owner of Archer Imports walking out was a whole different variety of prey. Because he hasn't made major lay-offs, nor were any supposed to be forthcoming. (They weren't.)
What is his source of additional income in the conditions of economic recession? Is he involved in illegal activities? Is he laundering money for foreign companies?
Stephen answered calmly. Good planning and steady business contacts around the world, no, no laundering anybody's money, just balancing locations where the recession was at different stages, and no, his employees were safe, as far as he could say, from joining the increasing number of jobless people.
His look behind his shoulder looked bland enough - to all but his rather silent bodyguard. Who deciphered it absolutely correctly as irritation. There were plenty of business of the company that was... well, from shady in the eye of the law, to worse. Smuggling, to begin with. Not to mention the magical artifacts, and a few other choice activities.
Stephen wrapped what he was going to say with the usual, 'thank you for your questions, that will be all.'
The journalists, who had probably been sharpening their teeth, wanted something meatier to bite into. They pressed.
Max loomed, moving to stand beside his boss. Didn't exactly growl, but attempted to push through the group politely.
And unsuccessfully.
His shoulders tensed; the shorter man by his side looked sideways and arched his brows, very slightly.
Max's eyes narrowed. He paused, then murmured a single word. Most of the journalists thought he probably swore; those closest thought the word was something like "Hexus." Which made no sense at all.
Next thing they know, every single item of technology - cameras, microphones, recorders, phones, pagers, electric watches even - gave way. As in started smoking and stopped working. The one in the pocket of the woman who had phrased her question particularly unpleasantly even caught on fire, creating minor panic.
Neither of the two men in the center of the ensuing chaos blinked or cracked a smile. Max just got his boss out of there and into the car before any semblance of organization had started to reoccur, whether on personal or pack level.
It wasn't much of an incident, but still, he fully expected Stephen to have words with him about it. About using magic too much in the open; it was dangerous.
Of course, that would have to wait at least until his boss stopped laughing.
To what extent are you willing to share the writing of your characters with others? Do you allow your peers to write your character into their stories, or do you get frustrated if they come to you with a suggestion involing your muse?
( That really depends... )
( That really depends... )
charloft: Do you like your character(s)?
Aug. 17th, 2009 09:54 amPresumably, you love them, or why would you write them, yes? But let's say for a moment they were real. Are they someone you would want to call a friend? Or would the traits that make them a fabulous fictional character turn you off like hell in real life? (See: Dr. Greg House, just as an example...) So, could you be their friend? Their roommate? Their employer... or employee? Or would you just throw up your hands in disgust and write them off as impossible?
( Back here for ramblin'! )
( Back here for ramblin'! )
justprompts: Details
May. 9th, 2009 12:45 pmThis may or may not be Max's fist job with Stephen, depending on whether Stephen says he was there or doesn't. ;)
( Every rose has its thorns. )
( Every rose has its thorns. )
justprompts: Ten lists
Apr. 21st, 2009 02:12 amTen reasons to stay in bed.
* Dia's still sleeping. Wouldn't want to wake her up too early, of course. (It's rare enough for her to sleep in later than me!)
* The bed is also occupied by a very-much-awake Dia.
* The bed is also occupied by a very-much-awake Stephen.
* The bed is also occupied by very-much-awake Stephen, Dia, and Solace. Trust me, this one can take a while. And take coming back to bed. Several times.
* The bed has been occupied by the above and none of us have anystrength left desire to move away from it. Not even for food.
* Sammy's curled up and sleeping between Dia and me.
* Matthew is curled up and sleeping between Dia and me. Mind you, that almost only happens if he's sick; all the more reason to stay.
* My wife or I have had a bad dream and need the extra time to comfort one another. No, I'm not afraid I'd be considered weak by admitting I have bad dreams. Figure out why.
* Dia's prepared breakfast in bed. Yes, she does that, and it's always amazing.
* I just can. (Considering the rarity, this one almost didn't make the list.)
Ten reasons to get up in the morning.
* There's something new to be learned.
* There is something useful to be done.
* There's the aroma of Dia's cooking coming up from the kitchen.
* I do have work - and, shockingly, I do want to do it.
* It's the last day of a trip and I'll be home tonight, so the sooner we get started, the better.
* Dia and I could go over to Stephen's...
* There's also the chance to find Dia on the couch.
* Or in the bathtub.
* ... it's picnic day. Not something to bemessed with missed out on!
* I just want to - there is so much to learn and do and love, it can't all be done from under the covers. Just... some of it.
* Dia's still sleeping. Wouldn't want to wake her up too early, of course. (It's rare enough for her to sleep in later than me!)
* The bed is also occupied by a very-much-awake Dia.
* The bed is also occupied by a very-much-awake Stephen.
* The bed is also occupied by very-much-awake Stephen, Dia, and Solace. Trust me, this one can take a while. And take coming back to bed. Several times.
* The bed has been occupied by the above and none of us have any
* Sammy's curled up and sleeping between Dia and me.
* Matthew is curled up and sleeping between Dia and me. Mind you, that almost only happens if he's sick; all the more reason to stay.
* My wife or I have had a bad dream and need the extra time to comfort one another. No, I'm not afraid I'd be considered weak by admitting I have bad dreams. Figure out why.
* Dia's prepared breakfast in bed. Yes, she does that, and it's always amazing.
* I just can. (Considering the rarity, this one almost didn't make the list.)
Ten reasons to get up in the morning.
* There's something new to be learned.
* There is something useful to be done.
* There's the aroma of Dia's cooking coming up from the kitchen.
* I do have work - and, shockingly, I do want to do it.
* It's the last day of a trip and I'll be home tonight, so the sooner we get started, the better.
* Dia and I could go over to Stephen's...
* There's also the chance to find Dia on the couch.
* Or in the bathtub.
* ... it's picnic day. Not something to be
* I just want to - there is so much to learn and do and love, it can't all be done from under the covers. Just... some of it.
Love as thou wilt.
... Let the warriors clamor after their gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.
I follow both. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
... Let the warriors clamor after their gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.
I follow both. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
The question should be, is it worth trying to do, not can it be done. -Allard Lowenstein
Stephen isdelamarck. Kendra and Mallory are characters related to that unepxected plot from a while back, if somewhat later, after events that are still being worked on.
Max was staring at the letter in his hands when a small stirring of the air let him know his office's door had been opened. No knock, and silence - his eyes only flicked to the incomer's feet to confirm his guess who it was out of habit.
"It was your idea, wasn't it?"
"What was?"
Now he looked up at his boss, and waved the letter, the familiar paper of a missive from the White Council hard to mistake. Stephen's face took on an ah expression at that and Max rolled his eyes.
"You mean about Kendra. Well... her current mentor was clearly not up to dealing with her right now. You don't have an apprentice--" Max still gave a small ... twitch at that word, "-- and you have a gift for making people feel better that the girl sorely needs. And she has a great bulk of still too-raw talent that you can definitely help her deal with."
"Stephen..."
"Yes?"
"... I'm a kid-runaway from home who was taken in by Warden as an act of mercy and, in many ways, well, uneducated. I'm far from certain I'm fit to mentor anybody."
The confident look slipped just for an instant into 'incredulous' - so quickly past, in fact, that there were about two, maybe three people who could read it, within the smooth facade - but one of them was in the room. "What do you think you've been doing with, oh, just about every cadre you've got assigned or have taken in for the security department, Parker?"
"That's different. This is what I do, and they're already... good at it too when we pick them up, it's just a question of direction. No... no shaping. What if I just... lose her?" Heavens knew that girl had pain and anger enough in her for that to be a real concern.
"Maximilian Parker, are you going to sit there and tell me that you're actually considering not undertaking the task because of fear of failure?"
"Guess so."
"That's a first."
"There's a first to anything, isn't there?"
"Listen to yourself." Stephen's fluid motions had him at and around Max's desk in no time at all, hand hovering over his shoulder, next to his ear, possibly wondering whether to grip or smack him. "Don't mean to say that you think somebody who's never seen her in her life, doesn't know her story, hasn't seen her stumble, half-stunned, in my office as she did, hasn't seen what works and what doesn't around her, and, most of all, hasn't known Mallory" this bit got Max to wince and look up "will have a better chance at not ... losing her!"
"I... No. Probably not."
"Is she worth your time?"
"Of course she is, it's the other way arou--"
"Never mind that. It's something that's worth doing, and you know it. And she needs what you can give her."
"She knows you better, trusts you."
"Yes, but she'll have to compete for time with me with the whole of the lot out there." Stephen indicated the office building. The company he was running. "That's not going to be fair to her."
"And she's had quite her full of unfair, hasn't she."
Stephen nodded, and Max shook his head. "I know nothing of what to teach an apprentice."
"You'll learn. Go. Talk to the girls' previous mentor, he'll bring you up to date. Help her pack up, we'll settle her somewhere that she'll find convenient."
"Right." Max rose, gave a small, thoughtful smile to his boss, and touched his arm briefly. "Right. I'll be back later." That got him an eyeroll.
"Your schedule will be flexible enough to--"
"I'm not laxing in the duties I have for something new, Stephen. Don't you even think you're going to miss your head of security."
Small smile. "Good. I rather hoped you'd see it that way."
Small snort, and the larger man was out the room.
Stephen is
delamarck. Kendra and Mallory are characters related to that unepxected plot from a while back, if somewhat later, after events that are still being worked on.Max was staring at the letter in his hands when a small stirring of the air let him know his office's door had been opened. No knock, and silence - his eyes only flicked to the incomer's feet to confirm his guess who it was out of habit.
"It was your idea, wasn't it?"
"What was?"
Now he looked up at his boss, and waved the letter, the familiar paper of a missive from the White Council hard to mistake. Stephen's face took on an ah expression at that and Max rolled his eyes.
"You mean about Kendra. Well... her current mentor was clearly not up to dealing with her right now. You don't have an apprentice--" Max still gave a small ... twitch at that word, "-- and you have a gift for making people feel better that the girl sorely needs. And she has a great bulk of still too-raw talent that you can definitely help her deal with."
"Stephen..."
"Yes?"
"... I'm a kid-runaway from home who was taken in by Warden as an act of mercy and, in many ways, well, uneducated. I'm far from certain I'm fit to mentor anybody."
The confident look slipped just for an instant into 'incredulous' - so quickly past, in fact, that there were about two, maybe three people who could read it, within the smooth facade - but one of them was in the room. "What do you think you've been doing with, oh, just about every cadre you've got assigned or have taken in for the security department, Parker?"
"That's different. This is what I do, and they're already... good at it too when we pick them up, it's just a question of direction. No... no shaping. What if I just... lose her?" Heavens knew that girl had pain and anger enough in her for that to be a real concern.
"Maximilian Parker, are you going to sit there and tell me that you're actually considering not undertaking the task because of fear of failure?"
"Guess so."
"That's a first."
"There's a first to anything, isn't there?"
"Listen to yourself." Stephen's fluid motions had him at and around Max's desk in no time at all, hand hovering over his shoulder, next to his ear, possibly wondering whether to grip or smack him. "Don't mean to say that you think somebody who's never seen her in her life, doesn't know her story, hasn't seen her stumble, half-stunned, in my office as she did, hasn't seen what works and what doesn't around her, and, most of all, hasn't known Mallory" this bit got Max to wince and look up "will have a better chance at not ... losing her!"
"I... No. Probably not."
"Is she worth your time?"
"Of course she is, it's the other way arou--"
"Never mind that. It's something that's worth doing, and you know it. And she needs what you can give her."
"She knows you better, trusts you."
"Yes, but she'll have to compete for time with me with the whole of the lot out there." Stephen indicated the office building. The company he was running. "That's not going to be fair to her."
"And she's had quite her full of unfair, hasn't she."
Stephen nodded, and Max shook his head. "I know nothing of what to teach an apprentice."
"You'll learn. Go. Talk to the girls' previous mentor, he'll bring you up to date. Help her pack up, we'll settle her somewhere that she'll find convenient."
"Right." Max rose, gave a small, thoughtful smile to his boss, and touched his arm briefly. "Right. I'll be back later." That got him an eyeroll.
"Your schedule will be flexible enough to--"
"I'm not laxing in the duties I have for something new, Stephen. Don't you even think you're going to miss your head of security."
Small smile. "Good. I rather hoped you'd see it that way."
Small snort, and the larger man was out the room.
justprompts: Careful
Feb. 10th, 2009 11:19 amWarning: three-way explicit sexual content behind the cut. Stephen is delamarck, and Solace is dumornes_sol. Oh, and it's ~3000 words, so, click at your own risk!
( I felt your heart so close to mine || And I knew our joy would fill the earth || And last till the end of time my love )
delamarck, and Solace is dumornes_sol. Oh, and it's ~3000 words, so, click at your own risk!( I felt your heart so close to mine || And I knew our joy would fill the earth || And last till the end of time my love )
Because the world is round
Feb. 2nd, 2009 05:30 pmHere, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
To be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere
