And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

A wise individual once said, "War is hell." For what it is worth, I am sorry for those men you lost. Their suffering is over, and I doubt very much they would desire you to punish yourself for that which you could not control.

I had a case a few years ago, that initially was a rape. I convinced the young girl in question that she could put the perp in prison. But she was too afraid to identify him. A day later, after he was released from jail, she was killed.

I've never forgotten her.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

That's a terrible thing to have happen. Does your country not allow you, as a person of law, to execute the guilty?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Our judicial system does not allow for vigilante justice. There is fear that innocent people will be wrongly killed by zealots.

We collect physical evidence, and testify in court to a jury of 12 randomly selected adults. They decide whether or not the person is guilty.

*sigh* Had she identified him, we could have obtained all the evidence necessary. But he had seen her come into the viewing area and terrified her.

And we have no evidence he was the one who killed her. But I have a gut feeling about that.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*sigh* All those ceremonies remind me all too much of Rome. I like it better when you know your enemies. See the enemy, don't let him shoot you, then - *swooping motion* enemy is gone. *pours two more shots* The world would be a much less complicated place.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*takes shot* Indeed it would. Then again, I wouldn't have the satisfaction of out-smarting a perpetrator. That truly is satisfying.

*hears music starting*

Do you dance?

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*sardonic smile* I'm not sure your manner of dancing is the kind I'm used to...*looks Sara up-and-down* But I'm sure you're an excellent teacher.

(OOC: And the macking continues.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: I'm loving it!)

*raises an eyebrow* It's not that hard. Find the rhythm of the music, follow the beat, and move as your spirit dictates.

Of course, some forms of dancing are best performed away from public view.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*another devilishly charming smile* That sounds like a good time to me. *stands, holds out hand* A dance, then?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

That would be lovely. *stands*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*pager goes off*

Oh damn. A 419 at the Tangiers... *smiles apologetically*

Duty calls, Lancelot. Will you be here tomorrow?

(OOC: I have to go--need to get some sleep. Will you be on tomorrow?)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I'll be here any time you need me. *leans in* Just say the word.

(OOC: Yep. Will be on the computer aaaall weekend, lol. See you!)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

It's truly ironic I should meet a gentleman, and have it interrupted by work. I'm gutting my supervisor. This was my night off. *sighs* I'll be back when I can.

(OOC: Okay! I'll be on once I get up and have had caffeine.)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I have been called many things; gentleman is not usually one of them. I'm flattered. I will talk to you later, Sara.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*sits around, twiddles thumbs* Damn. Where's Gawain? I have half a mind to throw knives with him.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*looks around, spots Lancelot*

Hello again. Mind if I join you? *smiles*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Of course I don't mind. *makes room on the couch with a grin*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*sits down with a groan*

I never want to process another scene again. *grins* I threw enough nasty glares at my supervisor to guilt him into letting me leave.

How was the party after I left?

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Rather empty. Meaningless. There was a pirate, but he left. It was nothing without you.

(OOC: *gags*)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: bwahahahaha! he really wants to get laid)

That's one of the better pick-up lines I have heard. Kudos. *grins*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I try. But it's true. The lights dimmed when you left.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*eyes narrow suspiciously* The pirate probably stole the cords leading to the power supply. But keep trying. :D

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*wry smile* Oh, you're good.

(OOC: Must eat lunch. Will only take a little bit.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

That's why they pay me the big bucks. *smirks*

(OOC: Good idea, actually. Be back in a bit.)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I'm sure your skills are well worth every penny they pay you. Your charm and beauty are extra.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

You find me beautiful? *is genuinely surprised*