rpg_palace | Entries tagged with the raids

angie-palace.livejournal.com

"--don't give a flying fuck what any of you think. You might be the board of directors but this is a family-owned business and I am the head of the family now. You're advisors, not dictators, and I'm in charge. Any of you who don't like it can go fuck yourselves somewhere off my property and on your own dime." Perry glared around the table at the men and women who'd worked with his grandfather. The newest of them had been on the board longer than he'd been alive, and some had been around before his father was born. He knew they weren't going to like working for him, but he also knew that if he didn't get his boot onto the back of every neck in this room he'd be so-politely and patronizingly shuffled aside, allowed to "listen and learn" until he was eighty. Well, fuck that.

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palace-jay-npc.livejournal.com

Liam's com chimed. It never failed -- get into the shower and someone suddenly had to talk to you. He stepped out from under the spray and reached over with one dripping hand to swat the Accept button on the unit sitting on the nearest counter -- as always within reach -- and called "Yes?" as soon as the light turned green.

"Visitor, sir." Liam recognized the voice of Terry, one of the gate guys. It's Mr. Leonard, he asked to be announced and would like to know if it's convenient for you to speak with him and where he should go to wait."

Robert? What the devil was he doing here?

Current Mood: indescribable

palace-johnny.livejournal.com

Johnny looked up at the clock over the sideboard. Damn. They'd finished lunch a few minutes ago -- Christian, Harry, Liam, Adrian, Charlie and Johnny himself -- and were sitting around talking over the last of their drinks. Harry finished the bottle of orange juice which had always been waiting for him and Johnny hid a grin. Lisa had sized him up the day he arrived and had quietly ensured he'd take what she'd prescribed with no fuss, after discovering his fondness for OJ.

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karlofpalace.livejournal.com

Message sent to Harry from Karl while he's at Liam's

Harry,

Just seen Johnny. He seems to be good. Going to be here for a bit, but should be back tonight. I don't feel anything bad from him, so that's something I can say. I'll get you again when I'm on my way home.

Love,
Karl

Current Mood: good

karlofpalace.livejournal.com

( Karl had to look twice to make sure those were posts for a security fence he was seeing. A third glance told they were electrical... )

Current Mood: anxious

palaceharry.livejournal.com

Takes place immediately after Harry gives up and goes to meet Karl, and as a result of Karl's conversation with the nice lady nurse

Karl drummed his fingers on the table. Ms. Trevor had left to go back to her post after telling him stories about 'Dr. Lee' to ease his mind about ‘cousin Charlie’. Now he was anxious to tell Harry about their mistake. The three cups of coffee he had weren't helping either.

Harry walked through the doors of the cafeteria, tired, frustrated, hungry and more then a little annoyed at the complete waste of an evening. This had looked like such a promising lead, and to have it die on him like that...he sighed. Technically, it hadn't died, it was just going to be pushed back again while he waited for Dr. Ski Bum to get back from his holiday, but even then he had no idea if he'd be able to tell him anything useful about Dr. Lee.

*And if one more person asks me why I need to talk to the gynecologist...*

Current Mood: rejuvenated

karlofpalace.livejournal.com

[This log directly follows this: Harry needs Karl and occurs at the same time as this: Harry at Hospital. ]

Karl had been at the hospital almost three and a half hours now. And nothing he had tried was getting him anything except threats to call security.

Current Mood: rejuvenated

palaceharry.livejournal.com

Directly follows this: Harry needs Karl.

Harry and Karl came in through the main doors of the Balize Central Hospital and paused in the lobby.

Current Mood: frustrated

palaceharry.livejournal.com

[Follows Harry and David Hyde Pierce emails re: Hospital search.

Harry walked up and banged on the door to Viggo and Karl's room. It was time for him to step in on the search for Johnny, and a trip to the hospital was the first step. But for this one, he was going to need help. He needed Karl.

Karl jumped in surprise. 'Hold on.' He walked to the door. 'Harry. What? You got an even better room for-' He trailed off, recognizing that look on his face. 'What do you need?'

Current Mood: hopeful

palaceharry.livejournal.com

Harry sat at his desk and stared at the com unit sitting square in the middle of it. He'd been putting this off for awhile now, but he'd run out of options at this point. The scouts had bottomed out. All of them. Harry had never imagined that they'd have this much difficulty locating Johnny, and was now bitterly regretting not having gone to look for Johnny himself. Harry shook his head angrily. *Too late now. Just move past it, and move on. Feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to find him any faster, or put this off any longer.*

Current Mood: frustrated

palacechristian.livejournal.com

(This log occurs after Christian's talk with Cillian and 'encounter' with Will, and before Harry and Dominic talk about Elijah and Jake ...)

As soon as dinner was over each evening, Christian retreated to the gatehouse, to do a little work and a lot more thinking. Tonight, he had quietly asked Harry to join him over there and he was waiting in the living room, the fire blazing in the hearth and sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, sipping at a glass of red wine, staring at the flames when Harry arrived.

palaceharry.livejournal.com

(This log takes place immediately following the log between Harry and Marton)

( Harry stood in front of Christian's door for the second time that afternoon, although in a very different mood than the one he'd been in the last time )

Current Mood: scared

palace-marton.livejournal.com

After Harry sees Eric, he decides to open his mail . . .

Harry started at the sound of Marton's voice, his hand still on the doorknob to Christian's room, angry in general, but made even angrier due to the interruption. He struggled to find the words he needed to explain what was going on. "I need to talk to Christian." He managed to bite out.
Smoothly, Marton stepped between Harry and the door. "No." he said. "You're not."

palaceharry.livejournal.com

Christian.

I'm sorry that I'm contacting you, but I wouldn't feel right if I didn't. I have to leave Belize for about a week- and I'd like to ask you two favors, as fucked up as I'm sure that sounds.

Please look out for Johnny.

Please look out for Orlando. I don't like leaving him at all, but with Jake on the loose I'm really unhappy about it. I don't want to go, but... and he's been sick lately. Something is making him throw up, and he thinks it's related to his gift- been going on for days now, although it was better last night. If you could... I'm worried about him and you probably understand his gift better than anyone.

Anyway... thats what I had to say. Sorry I bothered you- I'll try to leave you alone from now on.

Harry Sinclair.

Current Mood: anxious

palacechristian.livejournal.com

Christian woke, thrashing about and bathed in sweat. His pulse was racing and the sheets, tangled about his waist, felt every bit as restrictive and as tight as the ropes had.

Current Mood: indescribable

palacechristian.livejournal.com

On The Edge

Will wasn't in his room so Christian headed back down the corridor. He was hungry again, he'd had a good, undisturbed night's sleep and a late breakfast was in order. Almost at the end of the hall, he stopped and retraced his footsteps, knocking on Johnny's door.

palace-johnny.livejournal.com

I need to get a T-shirt printed that says "It's Not My Fault!" It never is. But shit always happens anyway and I'm always at the heart of it, even if I didn't mean to be.

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palace-johnny.livejournal.com

[This takes place in the afternoon of the day Johnny met Will, the day before the engagement party.]

Johnny slid in the door, a carton of ice cream in one hand and a six-pack of dark beer in the other. Harry hadn't been pacing up and down in front of his door, so he hadn't taken too long. The ice cream went in the small freezer and the beer in the fridge. He zipped around making sure dirty clothes and towels were where they belonged, or at least not out in the open, before flopping down on the couch.

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