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Jun. 9th, 2010 08:43 pm*waves*
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May. 9th, 2010 02:02 pmDALE'S BID FOR COUNCIL - MAY 2010
"Greetings! Have a cup of joe and stay a while."
"Greetings! Have a cup of joe and stay a while."
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Nov. 9th, 2009 04:24 pmDALE'S BID FOR COUNCIL - NOVEMBER 2009
"Just sign right here please, thank you very much."
"Just sign right here please, thank you very much."
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May. 12th, 2009 03:48 amDALE'S BID FOR COUNCIL - MAY 2009
"Sign here, please and thank you very much."
"Sign here, please and thank you very much."
It was more of a private celebration than they might've had any other time, and in some ways not really a celebration at all, but Dale had some pork chops on the barbecue and some cold drinks out on the porch and at least it was something. At least it was some time alone together to acknowledge the results of the election and possibly begin to try to get things back to normal again.
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Oct. 31st, 2007 08:11 pmThe first time he'd let him go out of hesitation. The second time it had been out of concern for Joe. But this time there was nothing holding Dale back. This wasn't for revenge. It wasn't even for justice. This was for the protection of everyone else on the island, and the one thing that Dale felt he alone had to do.
Bob might have been ethereal back in the world Dale had come from, but on the island he was trapped in flesh and bone and that was a weakness that Dale could take advantage of.
"I can kill you here."
"But will you?" said Bob, with the knowing gleam of someone who'd not only seen but devoured Dale's soul. "Will you do what it takes, Agent Cooper?"
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Bob might have been ethereal back in the world Dale had come from, but on the island he was trapped in flesh and bone and that was a weakness that Dale could take advantage of.
"I can kill you here."
"But will you?" said Bob, with the knowing gleam of someone who'd not only seen but devoured Dale's soul. "Will you do what it takes, Agent Cooper?"
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Oct. 31st, 2007 01:11 pmA person could tell, the moment they'd spent more than fifteen seconds outdoors, that something was going on. Joe's Bucky had come to life after weeks of disturbing visions. So too, it appeared, had a great number of other things. Dale's gun never left his hand as he headed down from the mountain, the compound his first destination of many.
He never got that far.
The moment his hut was just out of site, behind trees and a curve in the path, Dale was confronted by his doppelganger, the most disturbing face of Bob of all.
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He never got that far.
The moment his hut was just out of site, behind trees and a curve in the path, Dale was confronted by his doppelganger, the most disturbing face of Bob of all.
( Read more... )Dale did his part. He helped people get organized, he made sure they were equipped, he helped make sure all the records were kept. But at the end of the day, he wasn't one of the volunteers who headed out into the island to search for the missing. Dale had been doing that for a long time now, after all, and there were more than enough people out there already who were armed and capable. Dale could have done it, but he didn't need to.
Which was good, because Dale had other things on his mind.
It wasn't exactly a year - in fact, it was a little more - but it was close enough. A year ago, under very similar circumstances, Sookie had disappeared and she hadn't come back. Dale didn't want to mention that to any of these people searching tirelessly for their loved ones, but he wanted to remember. Or rather, he didn't want to forget, which wasn't quite the same thing.
He loved Joe, certainly, and he was more than content with their current arrangement. But he wasn't going to forget her either.
Which was good, because Dale had other things on his mind.
It wasn't exactly a year - in fact, it was a little more - but it was close enough. A year ago, under very similar circumstances, Sookie had disappeared and she hadn't come back. Dale didn't want to mention that to any of these people searching tirelessly for their loved ones, but he wanted to remember. Or rather, he didn't want to forget, which wasn't quite the same thing.
He loved Joe, certainly, and he was more than content with their current arrangement. But he wasn't going to forget her either.
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May. 1st, 2007 05:19 amContinued from here.
"I'm not a shy man," Dale told him, remaining very close up against him, "I'm just a man who likes to know what he's doing before he does it. I like new discoveries, Joe, I just want to be prepared enough to be able to make them."
"You still think too much," Joe murmured, his lips brushing Dale's when he spoke. "I just wanna kiss you and I wanna touch you and I wanna do fucking everything with you. I know a lot of shit is gonna have to wait and I won't do anything you don't want, so... whatever you want, Dale. Whatever you're okay with." Just as long as he could keep kissing him.
"I'm not going to shy away from what you want to try," Dale insisted. Yes, he would probably always think too much as far as Joe was concerned, but he was also a man of action. "Just because it's new to me doesn't mean I'm not going to be okay."
"I'm not a shy man," Dale told him, remaining very close up against him, "I'm just a man who likes to know what he's doing before he does it. I like new discoveries, Joe, I just want to be prepared enough to be able to make them."
"You still think too much," Joe murmured, his lips brushing Dale's when he spoke. "I just wanna kiss you and I wanna touch you and I wanna do fucking everything with you. I know a lot of shit is gonna have to wait and I won't do anything you don't want, so... whatever you want, Dale. Whatever you're okay with." Just as long as he could keep kissing him.
"I'm not going to shy away from what you want to try," Dale insisted. Yes, he would probably always think too much as far as Joe was concerned, but he was also a man of action. "Just because it's new to me doesn't mean I'm not going to be okay."
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Apr. 2nd, 2007 03:35 pmDale was fairly certain he was going to survive the weekend, but only because he had survived more difficult things in the past and knew himself to be a strong and resilient man. Everything was just not going the way it should have been in his life right now, and he didn't know whether to be bothered by that or whether to be glad that even on a strange and remote island like this one, life just happened, surprises and all.
It was both a disappointment and a relief that Joe had decided to try living at home again, and Dale certainly didn't have to think too hard to know why it was each of those things. At least it meant he didn't have to worry about where, and how, he slept, even if that sleep was still going to be a troubled one.
With that lonely thought in his head, Dale stripped down to his boxer shorts and contemplated getting into the empty bed.
It was both a disappointment and a relief that Joe had decided to try living at home again, and Dale certainly didn't have to think too hard to know why it was each of those things. At least it meant he didn't have to worry about where, and how, he slept, even if that sleep was still going to be a troubled one.
With that lonely thought in his head, Dale stripped down to his boxer shorts and contemplated getting into the empty bed.
It wasn't a bad day to go to the beach. Not that there were often bad days to go to the beach on the island, if one didn't count the occasional hurricane or those times when dinosaurs walked the island. Even in the rain, Dale sometimes liked to walk along the sand and watch the clouds gather over the ocean. There was no rain today though, just a partly cloudy sky and a pleasant breeze.
Dale didn't do much in the way of food, deciding they would be better off raiding the nearby trees for something to eat, but he did wear the awful shorts, as promised, along with equally awful tank top and his too-large running shoes that he never could find the heart to part with, not with everything they'd been through together. And rather than heading west or south they went north, to a more distant and seldom-visited stretch of shoreline.
"So," he said, standing barefoot in the surf and looking out over the water. "You ready?"
Dale didn't do much in the way of food, deciding they would be better off raiding the nearby trees for something to eat, but he did wear the awful shorts, as promised, along with equally awful tank top and his too-large running shoes that he never could find the heart to part with, not with everything they'd been through together. And rather than heading west or south they went north, to a more distant and seldom-visited stretch of shoreline.
"So," he said, standing barefoot in the surf and looking out over the water. "You ready?"
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Feb. 22nd, 2007 07:02 pmPlease note: Joe is in possession of this letter (through illicit means). If he has not shown it to you, you won't know the contents in-game.
( Dale's letter to Joe, under the influence of Cheese )
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Jan. 26th, 2007 03:48 pmNo more Post-Its.
This I could deal with.
No more vagina.
This I could not deal with.
And I was not-dealing with it exceptionally well. And by not-dealing, I mean screaming. And flailing. And screaming some more.
But because screaming always seemed much more productive when you had someone to scream at, I stumbled out of a very unfamiliar bed, a very unfamiliar hut, and onto very unfamiliar ground before taking off at the speed of light for, well, nowhere specific, really.
It only occurred to me after ten minutes of straight, mildly hysterical sprinting, that if I didn't slow down I was going to pass out soon. Luckily, I'd grown a nice pair of runner's legs and an impressive set of lungs overnight, so that point of exhaustion didn't quite smack me in the face until I realized I'd somehow run myself right over to the Asshole hut.
Note to Self: Tell inhabitants of Asshole hut to make a damned "Beware of Not Exactly Scary But Definitely Annoying When You're Having A Crisis Dog" sign for their front not-quite yard.
Looking back, I'm amazed I didn't break down the door, because my man arms totally could have demolished the place. Somehow I managed just to flip the latch instead of shred the door to firewood, but that dog just... just started yapping like a rabid yappy thing.
Modesty also didn't even occur to me at the time. I mean, why would it? I was wearing not my own boxers but someone else's for some perfectly good reason that went right along with a perfectly good explanation for why I had, "A penis!" I roared, beads flying around my head and smacking me in the nose when I stormed into what I'd hoped was the right bedroom.
"There's a penis in my boxers and it brought its friends along!" My voice was ridiculously deep and outrageously indignant as opposed to a high-pitched squeal for help. "I mean, I'm all for growing a set, but figuratively. Fig-ur-a-tive-ly. Metaphors! Metaphors! What's wrong with metaphors? I was doing just fine with metaphors! I like metaphors!"
This I could deal with.
No more vagina.
This I could not deal with.
And I was not-dealing with it exceptionally well. And by not-dealing, I mean screaming. And flailing. And screaming some more.
But because screaming always seemed much more productive when you had someone to scream at, I stumbled out of a very unfamiliar bed, a very unfamiliar hut, and onto very unfamiliar ground before taking off at the speed of light for, well, nowhere specific, really.
It only occurred to me after ten minutes of straight, mildly hysterical sprinting, that if I didn't slow down I was going to pass out soon. Luckily, I'd grown a nice pair of runner's legs and an impressive set of lungs overnight, so that point of exhaustion didn't quite smack me in the face until I realized I'd somehow run myself right over to the Asshole hut.
Note to Self: Tell inhabitants of Asshole hut to make a damned "Beware of Not Exactly Scary But Definitely Annoying When You're Having A Crisis Dog" sign for their front not-quite yard.
Looking back, I'm amazed I didn't break down the door, because my man arms totally could have demolished the place. Somehow I managed just to flip the latch instead of shred the door to firewood, but that dog just... just started yapping like a rabid yappy thing.
Modesty also didn't even occur to me at the time. I mean, why would it? I was wearing not my own boxers but someone else's for some perfectly good reason that went right along with a perfectly good explanation for why I had, "A penis!" I roared, beads flying around my head and smacking me in the nose when I stormed into what I'd hoped was the right bedroom.
"There's a penis in my boxers and it brought its friends along!" My voice was ridiculously deep and outrageously indignant as opposed to a high-pitched squeal for help. "I mean, I'm all for growing a set, but figuratively. Fig-ur-a-tive-ly. Metaphors! Metaphors! What's wrong with metaphors? I was doing just fine with metaphors! I like metaphors!"
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Jan. 20th, 2007 02:09 amIn-game, the only people Dale is likely to show this letter to at this point are Joe and Clarice, and probably House and Ianto if they ask when they receive their own letters.
( Dale's letter from Jack )
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Dec. 18th, 2006 01:50 pmDale made sure he and Jill stopped by the kitchen for coffee before setting out on their way for their long-planned outing in the falling snow. It was more for his own sake, and the sake of the weather, than for Jill's, but it was always the gentlemanly thing to do to offer refreshment to one's partner for the day.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked her, his scarf hanging loosely around his neck, only to be tied the moment before they went outside. "These aren't really travel mugs, but they'll do in a pinch."
"Can I get you anything?" he asked her, his scarf hanging loosely around his neck, only to be tied the moment before they went outside. "These aren't really travel mugs, but they'll do in a pinch."
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Sep. 26th, 2006 06:51 pmHaving his own hut was a blessing, it really was, especially one as fine as the one Chris and his crew had surprised him with. But Dale found that when he went home at night he spent more time sitting out on the deck than actually inside the hut. He liked watch the sky darken, listen to the birds in the trees that arched high above him and all the other sounds of the jungle. He was situated just high enough that he could see the roof the compound in the distance, too, and watch the suprising number of people who made their way up there over the course of an evening.
It was the ideal place to spend some time alone and also, he discovered, the ideal place to entertain a guest. So after he brought Jack back from the clinic and showed him around, he situated the both of them on the deck with glasses (okay, coconut shells) of homemade lemonade in their hands, to enjoy the solitude of the evening.
It was the ideal place to spend some time alone and also, he discovered, the ideal place to entertain a guest. So after he brought Jack back from the clinic and showed him around, he situated the both of them on the deck with glasses (okay, coconut shells) of homemade lemonade in their hands, to enjoy the solitude of the evening.
a meeting and a conversation
Jul. 5th, 2006 01:01 pmFraser excused himself from the IPD office on the pretense that he needed to take a box of files down to the new IBI offices. It wasn't entirely a lie, but the files could have waited another day, if need be.
He strode down the two flights of stairs to the third floor and across the small open area to where the IBI had been given an office and peered inside. The door was open, and inside the small room Fraser could see desks were arranged in what seemed like a haphazard fashion, and stacks of office supplies waited to be claimed by the new agents.
"Hello?" He looked around curiously.( Read more... )
He strode down the two flights of stairs to the third floor and across the small open area to where the IBI had been given an office and peered inside. The door was open, and inside the small room Fraser could see desks were arranged in what seemed like a haphazard fashion, and stacks of office supplies waited to be claimed by the new agents.
"Hello?" He looked around curiously.
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