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Heather Kessler {Lady Heather}'s InsaneJournal:
| Thursday, February 26th, 2009 | |
| 5:06 pm | LOL word vomit I need to do this for my own personal reference. http://rp-advice-meme.livejournal.com/6 |
| Friday, April 18th, 2008 | |
| 9:32 pm | [Backdated like a mofo.] Who: Mick and Heather ... possibly some NPCs What: Investigation! When: Long, long ago (but not in a galaxy far far away) Where: Bloodlust Rating: TBD. It had been easy enough to get one of her clients to slip her the name of one of the local 'vampire' clubs. She had made it very clear to him that she was interested in finding a serious club, and the man had obliged easily enough. Then it had merely been a matter of getting Rita to give her a description and finding something appropriate to wear. Heather smiled and leaned over to speak to the man next to her, making sure to flash just enough cleavage ... and neck, knowing this place. While she didn't like to be submissive, she was all too willing to play the part for a little while if it meant that she could get information on the 'vampire' that she was looking for. It turned out to be exactly what the man had needed to open up, and after a light kiss to the man's cheek ... she was off to the private sector, heels clicking on the floor as she went. She lifted her hand and knocked slowly on the door, already feeling the irritation building up in the middle of her chest. She was angry, but ... she'd restrain herself. For the moment, at least. She had to make sure the man was helpless before she really laid into him. |
| Thursday, March 27th, 2008 | |
| 10:38 pm | For the daring Tom Jones It wasn't often that Lady Heather stepped out of her office to find a bar in place of her expected hallway. Oddly, the first thing that tipped her off were the different sounds coming from the bar. When you were used to screams and the sounds of darker things, it was an obvious change. Heather frowned, bringing her hand over the curve of her neck. She didn't know quite what to make of this, so she walked over to the bar and laid her hands over the top, very much hoping she looked like she looked as if she was still in control and not as confused as she felt. "Who would like to tell me where I am?" |