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9/12 *at her desk in morgue, half-asleep*

9/14 Well, that was...unexpected, at least.

9/01/09: She's right. Can still take chances.

9/04/09: A night out? Sure, why not?

9/09/09: Still feel hungover. From Friday. Ugh.

9/10/09: Arrogant ass fails at interdepartmental cooperation.

1. Read a book.
2. See a movie.
3. Go for a walk.
4. Talk to someone.
5. Have sex.
6. Go out to eat.
7. Find work to do.
8. Clean.
9. Have a drink.
10. Make a list.

1. Convertible cars.
2. Riding in said vehicles.
3. Intriguing people.
4. Work.
5. Joey Heric. Things I can’t change.
6. Things I won’t change.
7. The City, at night.
8. Baltimore.
9. Buffalo.
10. My parents.
11. Books I’m reading.
12. Rainy days.
13. New things to try.

[Written for alan_shore as part of my Fic Request post. Also some parts were edited and contributed by Alan's writer, so thanks to her!]

( Chick Flicks )

So, thanks to alan_shore (or maybe the margarita I just had, or maybe a combination of both) I'm feeling generous and in a drabble/short-fic writing mood.

If you have a particular active character of mine you'd like me to write in a fic with one of your characters, in the situation of your choosing, comment here.

Recap, current active characters (at least, the ones I feel like listing/feel like I could currently do justice to, fic-wise):

dr_julianna_cox

gothams_dent
det_stephens
take_mychances

capt_danny_ross
dr_liz_rodgers
pda_lovin_eada

syn_jackson
jack_phantom

ghostbeinghuman
wotcher_clumsy
gnib

Taken from everyone...

Comment here with your character's name for a big block of text about how mine feels regarding yours.

EDIT: Feel free to request any of my other characters, as I am lazy about the cross-posting every which way...

After getting the address from Captain Ross, Julianna left One Police Plaza and hopped on the subway heading toward Greenwich Village. After reaching her stop, she got off the train and started the couple blocks walk. When she finally reached the apartment building, she stopped to study the place. It wasn't anything special- older, a little shabby but well-kept, not gentrified like a good part of the neighborhood had become.

After a moment, Julianna took a breath and headed inside. She looked upward as she rode the elevator. What's the big deal? she asked herself. It was only Wheeler - Megan - her friend. It was only a baby. She wasn't used to having friends with babies, or really friends she visited or hung out with frequently at all. Still, Megan was one of the only ones who she talked to lately, aside from Rodgers and (when he remembered the outside world existed) Nichols. This was good. She was changing old habits - or trying to - and stepping outside of her comfort zone. According to her shrink, this was good.

Finally, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Julianna stepped out onto the fifth floor and started down the hallway. When she reached Megan's apartment, she took another second's pause, then knocked on the door.


Word count: 416

RPSHIPSMEME

All of my active or semi-active characters can be found there.

I don't know about 'pet' names, but they're nicknames, at least.

- Jul
- Jules
- Doc
- Cox
- Our Lady of Perpetual Indecency (nickname or insult, I can't decide)

Julianna looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time, tousling her long, layered hair. It spilled over her shoulders and down past the top of her black strapless cocktail dress. She wasn't much of a hair stylist - the tousling and making sure it was dry were about as fancy as she got, and other than a few swipes of mascara and some lip gloss, she hadn't done much in the way of makeup, either. Still, she usually wore her hair up and no makeup at all, so it was something.

"You'll do," she told her reflection. With that, Julianna slid into her open-toed black heels (which, as she'd told Megan on their shopping excursion, really had been buried in the back of her closet). She grabbed the one clutch that she had, though it didn't terribly match (her jewelry was probably also too casual for what she was wearing, but what did she care?) and headed out, locking up as she went.

A couple minutes later, she got out onto the sidewalk outside of her apartment where she was supposed to be meeting Zach. Well, she'd said her apartment - but she'd gotten a head start, so she figured why fuss with him having to ring the buzzer and come up to get her and all of that? As she waited, a car passed by, slowing down when the driver got to where she was. From inside the vehicle, a male voice let out a catcall.

"Oh, bite me!" Julianna yelled back. Had it been someone she'd known, that would have been one thing. Being ogled by a random asshole in his lame car (oh, she'd noticed the beat-up little Honda trying to pass as ganster) was another. This is what she got for dressing up...

[Cheerfully stolen from mabofwinterdark]

Pick one of my characters and I'll tell you...

→ why I decided to play this character
→ my favorite scene or bit of interaction concerning this character to date
→ my favorite original aspect about this character (world-building for ocs or head-canon for fcs)
→ the last thing they did "off screen"
→ what their last words would be if they died tomorrow
→ what the next thing I'm doing for them is (narrative, post, shelving, whatever)

BONUS ROUND:
» I will tell you what character of yours I'd like to play mine against
» you may ask me a free question

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Fresh from work, Julianna arrived at the pizza parlor in the Village where she'd told Megan Wheeler to meet her. It had been a long day and she wasn't exactly in the mood to shop. Still, the Village was full of unique places - a welcome departure from the over-advertised chain stores in Times Square. She scanned the menu, a hand to the nape of her neck. Her hair was up in a ponytail that was coming loose and her clothes - black slacks and blouse - were rumpled. She didn't care in the slightest - she'd go like that to the damn dinner if she could -- but alas, there was a dress code.

Julianna thought briefly of getting revenge on Liz Rodgers for convincing her to go in the first place, but she knew better - if the Assistant Chief M.E. wasn't happy, no one was happy and work would be miserable. Besides that, Liz was her friend and although she wouldn't admit it to herself just yet, Julianna was excited to be going. It was the preparation she wasn't keen on...