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[23 Apr 2020|01:12am] ( Marked Cards - aka, Who's Got Part Of Johnny's Lucky Deck ) post comment

[10 Jul 2006|08:42am] [ mood | content ] [ music | Bon Jovi :: Who Says You Can't Go Home ] Johnny wakes with a start, and looks around. He's not near the lake anymore - he's somehow ended up back at the cluster of boulders Bar left him at. His clothes are all there, still folded to mark the spot. "Time to go back," he chuckles, picking them up. "... First, I'd better check on Vegas." No sooner is he dressed, then a black Plymouth RoadRunner comes zipping over the nearby horizon, leaving a high plume of dust behind its tires. "Well, I'll be damned." Johnny finishes tying his wingtips and gets to his feet, strolling to the edge of the road. He waves, cheerfully, as the car speeds by. Seconds later, it screeches to a halt and backs up. The blonde young man in the worn mechanic's coveralls behind the wheel looks somewhere between bewildered, cross, and elated. Somehow, it's a possible thing. "How'd I know you weren't done with me yet," he mutters, leaning out the window. "Johnny Destiny." "Hi, Thoreau." Johnny smiles. "Can I have a lift? I mean, this really IS a nice car..." He sighs, then leans over to open the passenger side door. "As long as you're not going to Rhode Island or something." "Back home, Thoreau," he breezes, taking an appreciative look at the car as he walks around it to sit down. "Back home. ... Funny, you don't look like you've changed much. Whatever happened to all that money I gave you?" "The money you took and then gave -back-," Thoreau corrected him. "I put it into the Marilyn. Fixed it up." "No more safecracking? No more suits?" Johnny beams. It's the best part of being a luck god - seeing how people change, no matter how much they admit they haven't. "... Don't smirk at me like that. I like it there," his impromptu chauffeur mutters, pulling off down the road to Vegas. "I take it you want me to stop by so you can check out your pool." "My pool? Oh, no, Thoreau. It's your pool. You can just drop me off at the Stardust... I need to take a look around." They pass the long ride in relative silence, after that - Thoreau either too humbled, now, or too intimidated by Johnny's presence, and Johnny not having entirely too much on his mind that would make sense said aloud. The RoadRunner pulls up to the palm-lined walkway of the Stardust, and Johnny dips into his pocket, pulls out a smooth, white pebble that might even be bone. He's not sure. There's always something that ends up in those pockets, anyway. "... Let me guess," Thoreau smirks, taking it from him. "For luck?" "Always," Johnny grins. "Thanks for the ride. You take care, Thoreau." He ducks out of the car and strides down the walk, taking in the sounds of the midday traffic and crowds, then reveling in the cool shade of the awning. He can hear the clanging bells of the slot machines and the click of roulette wheels even as he comes near to the doorway. Once I step through that door, I'll be right back where I need to be. Beaming, he pulls it open and heads on in. post comment

[23 May 2006|11:10pm] [ mood | calm ] [ music | Sting :: Desert Rose / Ghost Story ] As night rolls on in the desert, the wind blows, shifting sand and cloud and stars. Sagegrass sways, creating a soft, hollow song, and the landscape slowly reshapes itself, in preparation for a new day. And through these changes, through these renewals, Johnny Destiny sleeps. ( And he dreams. ) 22 comments|post comment

[20 May 2006|10:39pm] [ mood | drained ] [ music | Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris :: Rollin' On ] ( OOM - In which Johnny has himself a walk in the Nevada desert, and inadvertently sends himself on a miniature vision quest. ) post comment

[20 May 2006|01:41am] ( To Ray Stantz, c/o Milliways Infirmary ) post comment

OOC Post - Caligula Heist [11 May 2006|01:01pm] (( Johnny's signed himself up for CJ's Caligula heist ... if you're involved, and could use a little luck, this would be the place to let me know. Example - if your character needs, by chance, to have some sort of object handy to throw, Johnny could post that something "just happens" to be there. Or, if it's a car chase, he's more than willing to step off the curb in front of the police car. I know we have tech wizards on hand, but he does electrical mishaps, too - shorted out fuses, blown bulbs, lightning strikes... And let's not forget that everyone's got a reaction of some sort to a coyote wandering around a crime scene. If it's small and seems inconsequential, but really isn't, Johnny's your guy. Just leave a note here, and a link to the thread in question, and we'll be right on it. Cheers, Johnny and his mun, Ang )) post comment

[24 Apr 2006|07:45pm] [ mood | creative ] [ music | Marc Broussard :: Home ] (( OOC: And now, in lieu of more productive things like room-cleaning... an attempt at getting Johnny's history in writing. Mind you, since he's a supporting character, a lot of this is me having fun figuring out who he is based on what I've seen of him. And you can bet I'll edit it as I think of things to add. )) ( The One They Call The 7th Son ) post comment

[23 Apr 2006|08:45pm] [ mood | calm ] [ music | Gorillaz :: Clint Eastwood ] (( OOC: Pre-Milliways, 2 fic drabbles from personal/writing journal. )) No Regrets, Coyote Comfort Food post comment

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