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notchangingwithyouWho: Noah Puckerman and Lyla Garrity
Where: Outside the synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Lyla was still dressed in scrubs, making her way home from a long shift at the medical centre. She loved being a nurse, and knew she was lucky to be able to do the job on the island once she had proven herself more than capable to Dr Chase. She had been on the island for over a year now, landing here after she had graduated from Vanderbuilt and was missing Texas like nothing else. She had a nasty fight with her father, who was trying to tell her where she should work now she was qualified, and Lyla basically told him to go fuck himself.
Next thing she knew, she was on the beach, being greeted by a hot Asian dancer who bought her a drink and explained everything to her. It had been a pleasant surprise to find both Tim and Jason there too. The three of them had set their past aside and re-built their friendship here on the island. It was nice. And honestly, Lyla loved it here. She was one of those lucky ones who really didn't want to go home.
She was checking Wavebook on her phone when she passed the Jewish synagogue and almost bumped into a guy exiting it... and he was crying. He was crying and trying to shield it, but he was still crying. "Hey... are you okay? Is there something I can do to help you?" she asked in concern, automatically reaching to touch his arm softly.
Where: Outside the synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Lyla was still dressed in scrubs, making her way home from a long shift at the medical centre. She loved being a nurse, and knew she was lucky to be able to do the job on the island once she had proven herself more than capable to Dr Chase. She had been on the island for over a year now, landing here after she had graduated from Vanderbuilt and was missing Texas like nothing else. She had a nasty fight with her father, who was trying to tell her where she should work now she was qualified, and Lyla basically told him to go fuck himself.
Next thing she knew, she was on the beach, being greeted by a hot Asian dancer who bought her a drink and explained everything to her. It had been a pleasant surprise to find both Tim and Jason there too. The three of them had set their past aside and re-built their friendship here on the island. It was nice. And honestly, Lyla loved it here. She was one of those lucky ones who really didn't want to go home.
She was checking Wavebook on her phone when she passed the Jewish synagogue and almost bumped into a guy exiting it... and he was crying. He was crying and trying to shield it, but he was still crying. "Hey... are you okay? Is there something I can do to help you?" she asked in concern, automatically reaching to touch his arm softly.
alloriginalgradeabadassWho: Noah Puckerman
Where: The Synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or closed: Closed
It was late, and there were no services going on at the synagogue at this hour. Which was, in Puck's opinion, a perfect time to go. He had a few things to say to God that he was pretty damn sure wouldn't go over too well with a rabbi or the Jewish congregation of Etre Libre, and he needed to say his piece.
The fact was, as Puck walked the long sidewalk toward the synagogue, all he could think of was that it was too late. Too fucking late. Blaine couldn't possibly be coming now. Not if he'd killed himself. Maybe that was irrational, given how late in the game Kurt had arrived. Puck knew full well that time was extremely relative on the island... Hell, even his own wife... er... ex-wife, now, he supposed... had arrived on the island out of high school when he'd arrived while they were married, years down the road. It all fucked with his head, but the overwhelming feeling was simply that Blaine wasn't coming. Puck just somehow knew that it couldn't happen now.
( I go back to the loss of a real good friend, the sixteen summers I shared with him, now 'Only the Good Die Young' stops me in my tracks... )
Where: The Synagogue
Time of Day: Evening
Open or closed: Closed
It was late, and there were no services going on at the synagogue at this hour. Which was, in Puck's opinion, a perfect time to go. He had a few things to say to God that he was pretty damn sure wouldn't go over too well with a rabbi or the Jewish congregation of Etre Libre, and he needed to say his piece.
The fact was, as Puck walked the long sidewalk toward the synagogue, all he could think of was that it was too late. Too fucking late. Blaine couldn't possibly be coming now. Not if he'd killed himself. Maybe that was irrational, given how late in the game Kurt had arrived. Puck knew full well that time was extremely relative on the island... Hell, even his own wife... er... ex-wife, now, he supposed... had arrived on the island out of high school when he'd arrived while they were married, years down the road. It all fucked with his head, but the overwhelming feeling was simply that Blaine wasn't coming. Puck just somehow knew that it couldn't happen now.
( I go back to the loss of a real good friend, the sixteen summers I shared with him, now 'Only the Good Die Young' stops me in my tracks... )
body_artistWho? Derrick Reynolds and open
Where? Shock Wave Tattoos
Time of day: Early afternoon
Open or closed: Open (multiple taggers welcome, we can just say that they came one after the other)
It was just after lunch time, and if he were honest, there was a part of Derrick that wanted to shut down early today and go back to his room and get some sleep. He was really full from lunch, and the overwhelming urge in his brain was to lock up shop, get back to his place, smoke up, and sleep for eight or ten hours. He was still recovering from his last trip to Hors de Prix a couple days before when he hadn't slept a fucking wink the whole night, just getting drunker and more high the whole time. Most people insisted that drinking and smoking weed were a bad mix, but Derrick had never had any trouble with it himself. Then again, intoxicating substances were a bit like mother's milk... almost literally, considering who his birth mother was. And the fact that he didn't do anything harder than weed or alcohol these days was a miracle in itself.
But, no. He wouldn't close the shop down early. Sleep would have to come later, whether he liked it or not. Sleep and that bag he'd bought from Silas earlier in the week. Yeah, that definitely sounded like more of a plan than staying around and working, but hey... A man had to eat, and that tended to require work.
Where? Shock Wave Tattoos
Time of day: Early afternoon
Open or closed: Open (multiple taggers welcome, we can just say that they came one after the other)
It was just after lunch time, and if he were honest, there was a part of Derrick that wanted to shut down early today and go back to his room and get some sleep. He was really full from lunch, and the overwhelming urge in his brain was to lock up shop, get back to his place, smoke up, and sleep for eight or ten hours. He was still recovering from his last trip to Hors de Prix a couple days before when he hadn't slept a fucking wink the whole night, just getting drunker and more high the whole time. Most people insisted that drinking and smoking weed were a bad mix, but Derrick had never had any trouble with it himself. Then again, intoxicating substances were a bit like mother's milk... almost literally, considering who his birth mother was. And the fact that he didn't do anything harder than weed or alcohol these days was a miracle in itself.
But, no. He wouldn't close the shop down early. Sleep would have to come later, whether he liked it or not. Sleep and that bag he'd bought from Silas earlier in the week. Yeah, that definitely sounded like more of a plan than staying around and working, but hey... A man had to eat, and that tended to require work.
gotstarpowerWho: Mercedes Jones and Noah Puckerman
Where: The beach, just near the resort
Time of Day: Late evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Mercedes heart was pounding harder and more fast in her chest than it ever had. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack, but it was just adrenaline and shock. Total and utter shock. Unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was a ringing in her ears too. She just stood there watching the younger ER doctor adorned in light blue scrubs as he continued to speak, but it was like nothing was commuting anymore. She clung to Puck's side, her fingers sunk into his arm in a vice-like grip as her legs began to feel like jelly. Puck had paled beyond belief. He didn't even look just sick, he looked like he was going to pass out. In fact, it was right that minute as Mercedes dark eyes flicked to Puck's face to check if he was okay, that Puck did just that. He slumped hard in against her and her arms closed around him, catching him before he fell. The doctor reached out to help, but as Mercedes stumbled under the added weight to her legs, she didn't fall to the cold, hard linoleum ground of the Lima Emergency Room, her knees fell to warm sand and the sound and scent of the ocean lapping engulf her senses, capturing the nauseating sterile hospital smell and evaporating it.
A reflexive stunned gasp fell from her lips. It was night time, but the hospital was gone. Puck was gone, the doctor was gone. On god, the shock of what had just happened hit her like a tonne of bricks and horrified sob escaped her and echoed through the sea air. "PUCK!" she screamed out, looking around frantically with another panicked sob. What the hell was going on?
Where: The beach, just near the resort
Time of Day: Late evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Mercedes heart was pounding harder and more fast in her chest than it ever had. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack, but it was just adrenaline and shock. Total and utter shock. Unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was a ringing in her ears too. She just stood there watching the younger ER doctor adorned in light blue scrubs as he continued to speak, but it was like nothing was commuting anymore. She clung to Puck's side, her fingers sunk into his arm in a vice-like grip as her legs began to feel like jelly. Puck had paled beyond belief. He didn't even look just sick, he looked like he was going to pass out. In fact, it was right that minute as Mercedes dark eyes flicked to Puck's face to check if he was okay, that Puck did just that. He slumped hard in against her and her arms closed around him, catching him before he fell. The doctor reached out to help, but as Mercedes stumbled under the added weight to her legs, she didn't fall to the cold, hard linoleum ground of the Lima Emergency Room, her knees fell to warm sand and the sound and scent of the ocean lapping engulf her senses, capturing the nauseating sterile hospital smell and evaporating it.
A reflexive stunned gasp fell from her lips. It was night time, but the hospital was gone. Puck was gone, the doctor was gone. On god, the shock of what had just happened hit her like a tonne of bricks and horrified sob escaped her and echoed through the sea air. "PUCK!" she screamed out, looking around frantically with another panicked sob. What the hell was going on?
warble_on_jeffWho? Jeff Hinton and Kurt Hummel
Where? The beach
Time of Day: Late afternoon
Open or Closed: CLOSED
The fact that Kurt and Blaine were getting married this weekend was a fact that Jeff was thrilled about. It was no question that his friends were well deserving of finally getting their happy ending with their gorgeous wedding. They'd fought so hard together for acceptance and a fair shot, and here they were, within a week of what was sure to be the happiest day of their life, and Jeff couldn't have been happier for them.
The joy for his friends, however, didn't mean that he was ready for himself and his other half to put a ring on it just yet. Of course he was crazy about Nick. Absolutely crazy about him. In fact, he was sure that one day, when they were a little older, they'd settle down themselves to the married life. But that sure as hell didn't mean right this minute, and Jeff couldn't for the life of him understand why the fuck this was suddenly such a big deal to Nick. They'd always had a bit more of a free spirited way of looking at life. No, that didn't mean that they were willing to share with other people by any means. But it did mean that their lives weren't as "normal" as some of their friends' lives, and Jeff loved that part of things. He loved that it was nothing for them to just decide to go travel for a week or two when they both could get time off work. Something about the concept of being married negated that side of things in Jeff's mind, and it was that particular concern that had him staring at Nick in shock when he asked him what he thought about their getting married.
What had ensued had been a hell of a fight, which, when it was over and done with, Jeff would wonder about. He and Nick very rarely fought in general, and they fact that they were, and badly, had Jeff worried. Unfortunately, when worry mixed with other emotions in his mind, it just came out as more hurt, anger, and irritation. And as it got worse and intensified, Jeff knew they were both saying hurtful things... Things that weren't quite like them, and things that they would apologize for later. And when the fight finally escalated to the point that Jeff knew he was out of line, and Nick was just trying to save face, suddenly, Jeff and Nick's living room disappeared, and with it, Nick himself.
The sound of waves washing over the shore quickly replaced the sound of Nick swearing in Italian, and Jeff's dark eyes showed about ninety different levels of shocked. That wasn't one of those nature sounds CDs that Nick listened to sometimes when he was painting. That was really and legitimately the sounds of waves on the shore. But the shore of what? Where the fuck was he?
And more importantly? Where the fuck was Nick?
Holding his hand up to shade his eyes from the sun, Jeff looked around in an utter panic, before calming down, if only momentarily. This had to be a dream, right? Just a really vivid dream? Jeff had serious ADHD, and maybe it had set up camp in his REM sleep. That had to be it. Because there was no other explanation to the fact that Jeff had been standing in his living room, yelling at the love of his life, and now he was standing on a beach that looked like something out of a movie.
Where? The beach
Time of Day: Late afternoon
Open or Closed: CLOSED
The fact that Kurt and Blaine were getting married this weekend was a fact that Jeff was thrilled about. It was no question that his friends were well deserving of finally getting their happy ending with their gorgeous wedding. They'd fought so hard together for acceptance and a fair shot, and here they were, within a week of what was sure to be the happiest day of their life, and Jeff couldn't have been happier for them.
The joy for his friends, however, didn't mean that he was ready for himself and his other half to put a ring on it just yet. Of course he was crazy about Nick. Absolutely crazy about him. In fact, he was sure that one day, when they were a little older, they'd settle down themselves to the married life. But that sure as hell didn't mean right this minute, and Jeff couldn't for the life of him understand why the fuck this was suddenly such a big deal to Nick. They'd always had a bit more of a free spirited way of looking at life. No, that didn't mean that they were willing to share with other people by any means. But it did mean that their lives weren't as "normal" as some of their friends' lives, and Jeff loved that part of things. He loved that it was nothing for them to just decide to go travel for a week or two when they both could get time off work. Something about the concept of being married negated that side of things in Jeff's mind, and it was that particular concern that had him staring at Nick in shock when he asked him what he thought about their getting married.
What had ensued had been a hell of a fight, which, when it was over and done with, Jeff would wonder about. He and Nick very rarely fought in general, and they fact that they were, and badly, had Jeff worried. Unfortunately, when worry mixed with other emotions in his mind, it just came out as more hurt, anger, and irritation. And as it got worse and intensified, Jeff knew they were both saying hurtful things... Things that weren't quite like them, and things that they would apologize for later. And when the fight finally escalated to the point that Jeff knew he was out of line, and Nick was just trying to save face, suddenly, Jeff and Nick's living room disappeared, and with it, Nick himself.
The sound of waves washing over the shore quickly replaced the sound of Nick swearing in Italian, and Jeff's dark eyes showed about ninety different levels of shocked. That wasn't one of those nature sounds CDs that Nick listened to sometimes when he was painting. That was really and legitimately the sounds of waves on the shore. But the shore of what? Where the fuck was he?
And more importantly? Where the fuck was Nick?
Holding his hand up to shade his eyes from the sun, Jeff looked around in an utter panic, before calming down, if only momentarily. This had to be a dream, right? Just a really vivid dream? Jeff had serious ADHD, and maybe it had set up camp in his REM sleep. That had to be it. Because there was no other explanation to the fact that Jeff had been standing in his living room, yelling at the love of his life, and now he was standing on a beach that looked like something out of a movie.
justbeingaqueenWho: Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray
Where: Bungalows @ The Resort
Time of Day: Just after sunrise
Open or Closed: CLOSED
Kurt Hummel was sitting out on the balcony of the bungalow he shared with old friend (and current fag hag), Quinn Fabray. A large photo album was lying open on the outdoor table and he swirled a thick gold band around the tip of his finger on top of the glossy page as he stared off out at the waves of the beach. With his other hand, he brought a glass of amber liquor with ice to his lips and took a long sip. He couldn't believe he had been on this damn island two years, and he couldn't believe he was stuck here.
The triple shot of straight scotch was strong, and burned his tongue and the back of his throat as he swallowed. The ice tinkled against the side of the glass as he set it back down on the table and then grabbed up a packet of cigarettes from nearby and was soon lighting one up, blowing a stream of smoke off to the side absentmindedly. Some days, he stupidly entertained the notion of getting out of this place, but it wasn't going to happen. Then he entertained the idea of someone coming here to him, but he had given up hope of that happening too. Initially, he had booked himself to the brim with appointments for fashion consults that day, but now it was here, he wasn't sure he could face trying to convince trumped up women with fake boobs that they looked fabulous in a string bikini, so he cancelled all of his appointments, pleading a terrible case of food poisoning. He would try and sleep the day away if he could, but his mind wouldn't switch off. So getting drunk and getting lung cancer was the next best thing.
Where: Bungalows @ The Resort
Time of Day: Just after sunrise
Open or Closed: CLOSED
Kurt Hummel was sitting out on the balcony of the bungalow he shared with old friend (and current fag hag), Quinn Fabray. A large photo album was lying open on the outdoor table and he swirled a thick gold band around the tip of his finger on top of the glossy page as he stared off out at the waves of the beach. With his other hand, he brought a glass of amber liquor with ice to his lips and took a long sip. He couldn't believe he had been on this damn island two years, and he couldn't believe he was stuck here.
The triple shot of straight scotch was strong, and burned his tongue and the back of his throat as he swallowed. The ice tinkled against the side of the glass as he set it back down on the table and then grabbed up a packet of cigarettes from nearby and was soon lighting one up, blowing a stream of smoke off to the side absentmindedly. Some days, he stupidly entertained the notion of getting out of this place, but it wasn't going to happen. Then he entertained the idea of someone coming here to him, but he had given up hope of that happening too. Initially, he had booked himself to the brim with appointments for fashion consults that day, but now it was here, he wasn't sure he could face trying to convince trumped up women with fake boobs that they looked fabulous in a string bikini, so he cancelled all of his appointments, pleading a terrible case of food poisoning. He would try and sleep the day away if he could, but his mind wouldn't switch off. So getting drunk and getting lung cancer was the next best thing.
rockstarwarblerBelow is a list of jobs already filled by characters and current job vacancies on the island. Please leave a reply to this post with what job you would like your character to have. Alternatively, if you have an idea for a business you would like your character to start and run, please tell us here for consideration.
ISLANDER EMPLOYMENT REGISTER
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ISLAND JOB VACANCIES
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ISLANDER EMPLOYMENT REGISTER
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ISLAND JOB VACANCIES
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etrelibre // ISLAND PLACES & ACTIVITIES
Aug. 8th, 2012 02:15 amrockstarwarblerPLACES ON THE ISLAND
A list of places and businesses about the village. Want your pup to own/start a business? Leave a comment to get in touch with mods and we'll consider it. Also comment here if you want your pup to work in one of the existing places, or has already been hired in game.
( PLACES: Click here for the list... )
ACTIVITIES ON THE ISLAND
The island is your oyster with any number of activities to keep you occupied at your finger tips. Whether you just feel like lying on the beach all day or working up a sweat on the tennis courts, you'll always have something you can do.
( ACTIVITIES: Click here for the list... )
A list of places and businesses about the village. Want your pup to own/start a business? Leave a comment to get in touch with mods and we'll consider it. Also comment here if you want your pup to work in one of the existing places, or has already been hired in game.
( PLACES: Click here for the list... )
ACTIVITIES ON THE ISLAND
The island is your oyster with any number of activities to keep you occupied at your finger tips. Whether you just feel like lying on the beach all day or working up a sweat on the tennis courts, you'll always have something you can do.
( ACTIVITIES: Click here for the list... )
etrelibre // RESORT GUESTBOOK
Aug. 8th, 2012 02:07 amrockstarwarblerAll characters in the village MUST have a room. Remember to add your room to your character details HERE.
( Where the character's live... )
( Where the character's live... )
etrelibre // ISLAND INHABITANTS
Aug. 8th, 2012 01:55 amrockstarwarblerThis post will detail all our characters, and the information about their island life.
( Island Inhabitants and their details... )
( Island Inhabitants and their details... )