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posting early

Will had woken Orlando on the holiest of days with a little loving followed by a picnic breakfast for them both in bed. Then, after showering and dressing, he'd thrown some clothes for the both of them into a case and told Orlando to dress warmly because he was being kidnapped and taken across the state line.

The drive was long, almost five hours once they finally found the place and pulled up in front of the cottage Will had rented for a few days. He wanted privacy, peace and quiet for them both. If they felt like it, there was skiing nearby, and the main inn had a dining room if they chose not to stay in to dine.

Will opens the door and shuffles Orli in out of the cold. He's pleased to see that the roses he'd asked for are on the kitchen table.

"Happy Valentine's day, baby," he grins, kicking the front door shut and pulling Orlando into his arms.
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From [livejournal.com profile] lt_wes_janson.

Ask my mun anything you want about me, and she'll answer to the best of her ability. It can be about my canon, RP, personality, background, why I am the way I am, and pretty much anything else your little heart desires. The only thing is you have a limit of three questions.

Oh yeah, and this is totally meta, so no using this knowledge against me in game.


Feb. 10th, 2007 04:42 pm
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(WARNING: Extreme Orli worship and TMI ahead. Read at your own risk and don't complain later.)

Okay, I'm not sure I can technically fangirl my future husband. But, jesus christ, the man's beautiful. I mean, look at him. Sit down and talk to him for a while and you'll see how beautiful he is on the inside, too. He's probably going to say I'm daft for doing this (*g* which is so adorable, by the way), but I just had to make a public declaration. Fine, technically it's not public since my journal is locked to my friends, but you know what I mean.

Behold my sexy sweetheart's hotness.

Future hubby hottie )
porter_inc: (ooc)
I'm sorry for disappearing yesterday, but my DSL went out!! *kicks it* I have to reinstall my wireless stuff for my computer (I'm on my dad's) and then I'll be around later. I hope.

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Will shuts down his computer and stands up with a sigh. He's going to tell Orlando what a spectacular fuck up he is, and he's not looking forward to it. It's not that he thinks his lover will be angry. It's just that Will knows how excited he was about traveling the world together, and now he has to disappoint him. He'd rather do anything than let Orlando down in any way.

Walking into the kitchen, Will sighs again but smiles when he sees his love.

"Hey, baby," he says, feeling a little sheepish.
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The phone rang just as Will was finishing up the editing on one of his short stories. He answered it before the second ring and pushed back from the desk so he could pick up Blade and put him on his lap.

"Hello?" he said, reaching down for Wendell and putting the smaller dog on his desk. They'd both been clamoring for his attention all morning.

"Will Porter, please," said a pleasant female voice on the other end of the line.

"Speaking," Will said, scratching Wendell behind his ears.

"Hi, Will, this is Gayle Brighton."

"Ms. Brighton," Will smiled. It was the assistant editor for the magazine that had hired him. "How are you?"

"To be honest, I'd be doing better if we had an article from you."

That made him pause, and he put the dogs back on the ground. "I'm sorry?"

"You were hired in November," she said, "with the understanding that you would submit an article once a month for publication. So far, we've received nothing. Now, we understand that--"

"Wait a minute," Will said, cutting her off. "I was told I would be working as a freelance writer and I would be paid by the article. I didn't sign a contract with you stating anything about a deadline."

"So, you thought that we would hire you and you could just write something whenever you felt like it?"


"Will, making you freelance meant we wouldn't have to pay you the salary of a staff writer. But... Who talked to you about it?"

"I got a letter from Steve Waterman and he's the one I called."

"Great," Gayle sighed. "Steve was fired last week, but he assured us that he'd explained the terms to you. I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to terminate our association with you, Will. Sorry."

Will blinked and sat back in his chair. "Wait a minute. He didn't tell me, Ms. Brighton. I don't care what he said he told you."

"Did you read the letter of intent we sent you? Or any of the inquiries? What exactly were you waiting for? An engraved invitation to submit your work?"

"I..." Will started rifling through the papers on the desk. He was sure that he'd put away the letters they'd sent him. The letters he hadn't opened because he'd been told by Steve Waterman that they would be sending him paperwork to fill out when he was ready to submit his first article. Will should have known better than to assume he wouldn't have to open them and see for himself what they contained. "Ms. Brighton," he said softly, knowing he had no one to blame for this but himself, "I've been a little distracted. I've recently moved, proposed to my boyfriend, found out that I have a long lost sister and helped impregnate one of my lesbian friends so she and her girlfriend can have a baby."

There was a lengthy pause, then a sigh. "Usually, writers only pull out one excuse from their bag of tricks to explain why they fucked up. But you've got a handful there, don't you, Will?"

"Okay, Gayle, there's no need to be rude," Will said, doing his best to hold his tongue but failing. "They're not excuses. It's my life."

"Is that right? Sounds like maybe you've got too much of a life to work for this magazine."

"Oh, really? Well, maybe I'm better off not working for some no name magazine that will probably go belly up this year."

"Mr. Porter, you are not making a good--"

"And, you know what? If you were running any kind of real publication, someone there would have picked up a fucking phone and called me or sent me an email. Or, even better, not hired some moron who can't do his fucking job right."

"Well, I'm making sure not to make that mistake twice, Mr. Porter," Gayle spat. "Consider yourself fired."

Will slammed the phone down before she could hang up on him. He stared at the unopened envelopes on the desk, then grabbed them and ripped them up before throwing them on the floor. Blade whimpered and hit Will's leg with his paw, his eyes wide as he stared up at his master. Wendell had run to hide under the small sofa in the room when the yelling had started.

Sighing, Will leaned down to pick up the papillon. "I need a job," he said softly, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He kissed Blade's head. "Got any leads?"


Feb. 5th, 2007 10:10 am
porter_inc: (ooc2)
I have a question.

If something happened to me, or if I had to stop RPing, is there anyone who'd want to take over Will? It makes me sad to think that he wouldn't be around anymore just because I was gone. I kind of want to find godparents for him to take care of him *g*

Any takers?
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[backdated to this]

Will gets back from his run, happy that he'd been able to add about a mile to his usual route. When he goes inside the house, he calls out to let Orli know he's home, but the only response he gets is three dogs running up to greet him.

"Hey, guys," he grins, squatting down to pet them. "Where's Daddy?" He stands up and goes to the foot of the stairs. "Orlando?" he calls up, then heads to the kitchen. He hadn't seen the note Orlando had left for him, and starts going through the house looking for his fiancé. "Baby?" He stops to scratch Julie behind her ears as she lounges on the back of the couch. "Honey, where's your dad?" he says, trying not to panic or let himself think that someone broke in and stole his Orli.

"Phone," he says to himself, heading back to the hallway to get his cellphone. That's when he sees the note and immediately feels like an idiot for being ready to panic. That feeling's shortlived, though, when he reads Orli's note. Grabbing his phone, he hits speed dial number for Orli's cell to find out what's going on.
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(for [livejournal.com profile] orlandomuse and [livejournal.com profile] woodlandprince)

Legolas had given the two of them instructions to a meeting place north of where they lived. They'd had to drive a little ways to reach the forest, then had parked the car and began the hike to the meeting spot. Honestly, Will had been as excited about getting out of the city with Orli as he was about meeting their new friend. Well, excited and concerned about seeing firsthand what kinds of injuries Legolas had sustained during his fall. Hopefully, the two of them can tend his wounds if needed. A slight blush tints his cheeks as he thinks about what else they'll be tending.

Now, as they walk, Will takes hold of Orlando's hand and gives it a squeeze. He's missed the chance to be surrounded by the peace and quiet of nature and can already feel himself getting recharged. By the time they reach the appointed meeting place, he's feeling so good, he can't help smiling brightly and pulling Orli to him for a kiss.


Jan. 30th, 2007 05:03 am
porter_inc: (ooc)
I know I owe a lot of tags, and I'm hoping to get to all of them tomorrow. I was trying to move along some things to get to a new SL and failed to keep up with everything else.

I apologize for the delay and already breaking a new year's resolution. Starting tomorrow, I'll try keeping it again.


Also, does anyone know if LJ sends the recipient a notif if someone sends them a virtual gift? Will got one around the holidays, but I don't remember getting a notif for it.
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Because they were both leery of causing a scene, Will had agreed to meet Orli in the parking lot, and Sandy had agreed to just meet up with them at a later time. A quick call once his plane had landed, and Will knows exactly where he needs to go. He's practically running as he races from the plane, determined to get to Orlando as quickly as possible.

Once he finds the lot where Orli parked, he sees the SUV, and his heart starts pounding in anticipation of seeing his lover.
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Will had given himself a couple of days to think about Kevin's latest email before answering it. Hearing from his ex was less of a surprise, this time, but it was harder to deal with what had been said. Will didn't want to hear about Kevin being attacked or know that his sister missed him. Still, he couldn't just ignore him or let this go.

To: 1017071@sccc.doc.wa.gov
From: will_porter@livejournal.com

Subject: Don't thank me


I'd intended to sit down and write out a rational reply. But reading your email several times has left me feeling less than fucking rational.

Where the hell do you get off? Do you think I'm stupid enough to buy the wounded bullshit and your not so subtle ploy for sympathy? You forget, sweetheart, I know you. I may have been too much of a wuss to tell you what I thought before, but not anymore. Being with Orlando has changed me and made me stronger. I'm no longer going to take anyone's bullshit then line up and ask for more. I'm done with letting people walk all over me.

What do you want me to say? I'm sorry you were hurt? Like hell I'll ever be sorry about something like that. You deserve everything you get. I don't think you can ever understand what you put me through. I loved you, I trusted you, and I put up with an amazing amount of your shit until I just couldn't do it anymore. What did wanting to be free of you get me? You were going to kill me, Kevin, or have you forgotten that in the rush of all your newfound understanding? You held a gun to my head, you asshole, and I know damn well you would have killed us both if not for Orlando and Logan. You held me against my will, you beat me and you sexually assaulted me. I don't believe for one second that you're remorseful. Do you know why? People like you have no fucking conscience, so how the hell can you be sorry for anything you do to anyone?

But I don't hate you, Kevin. I pity you. And, believe it or not, I really am trying to work up the strength to forgive you. I refuse to let what you did turn me into a victim. I'm living my life and you will not have any kind of hold over me.

Don't mention your sister to me again. She's lucky to be free of you and is blessed to be unaware of the sack of shit she has for a brother.


P.S. If you want another picture of me, pick up a tabloid. There should be one of me and Orli in there somewhere. Enjoy.
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ooc: I argued with pup and won on the point that since he can't "lock" this post from Kevin (i.e. it's not his private thoughts), it can be public. Go me!

His first night in Los Angeles almost over, Will decides to give his email a quick check and make a post before heading to bed. The email from Kevin is unexpected, but instead of deleting it unread, morbid curiosity (and probably some inebriation) makes Will open it.

He reads it four times, gets a drink, then reads it again, not quite sure what he's feeling. David, his therapist, has mentioned closure with regards to Kevin, making a reply the first step towards that. His own paranoia makes him want to turn off his computer and go to bed. His need to be a better person - the kind of forgiving person he sees whenever he looks at Orlando - doesn't see the harm in a response. He reads the message one more time, drains the scotch in his glass, and hits reply.

To: pnw_pd@livejournal.com
From: will_porter@livejournal.com

Subject: Re: Please read this


You're right about the following things:

Sorry is inadequate. I am happy. You're one reason I locked my journal.

Things you should know:

I thought I hated you, but I don't. I want to make myself forgive you, but I can't. I don't trust you. I'm afraid of you. I don't miss you but I do miss the man I loved thought you were. I'm getting married.

There's no need for you to know anything more than that.


P.S. I'm drunk. I'll probaby regret sending this come morning.
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ooc: posting late! ETA: My brain's been fried from NO friggin' sleep, and I should still be making OOC and RP posts public. It's only Will's journal entries/musings/memes (anything he'd be afraid for Kevin to see) that have to be locked in order to be true to his current situation. Got it? Good, because I don't know how to make it clearer. :-) This announcement will be on all the entries I'm unlocking so I don't get any "I thought his LJ was locked" griping.

Will doublechecks that he has everything he needs for the airport. "You ready, baby?" he calls into the kitchen.


Jan. 21st, 2007 03:44 am
porter_inc: (ooc2)
ETA: My brain's been fried from NO friggin' sleep, and I should still be making OOC and RP posts public. It's only Will's journal entries/musings/memes (anything he'd be afraid for Kevin to see) that have to be locked in order to be true to his current situation. Got it? Good, because I don't know how to make it clearer. :-) This announcement will be on all the entries I'm unlocking so I don't get any "I thought his LJ was locked" griping.

The chance for you to boss me around, puddin' pops!

porter_inc: (ooc2)
(from my mun journal, slightly edited)

If anyone's wondering why Will flocked his LJ, it's because he's feeling a bit paranoid about Kevin. (Oops, I need to have him unfriend Kev!) I'm going to sort out some details later. But I never thought twice about his flist being part of his "reality" until another mun had her pup mention the fact that Will had unfriended him when I'm the one who was messing around with Will's flist. *g* Instead of breaking the fourth wall and telling the mun that the friending stuff had nothing to do with her pup, I just had Will go along with it (which has turned out really well). And now flocking his journal is just another part of making him a real person since his journal is real in every other way for him, and who hasn't flocked their jounal at one time or another? Uh, if that makes sense... Well, I know what I mean, anyway.

Let me add: It may sound weird, but some of you will understand when I say that Will's a real person. He's got his moods and his annoyances and his LJ is just as personal and important to him as mine is to me. I'm going to start taking it as a compliment if someone confuses his actions for mine because that means I'm making him a very real person who is realistically imperfect, stressed, etc.

Last thing - I find it really funny that there's a tendency to confuse a pup's actions with a mun's when something negative happens. No one's ever accused a mun of being nice, sweet, loving or patient because his or her pup is that way. Why the double standard? Hypothetical question, btw.

ETA: My brain's been fried from NO friggin' sleep, and I should still be making OOC and RP posts public. It's only Will's journal entries/musings/memes (anything he'd be afraid for Kevin to see) that have to be locked in order to be true to his current situation. Got it? Good, because I don't know how to make it clearer. :-) This announcement will be on all the entries I'm unlocking so I don't get any "I thought his LJ was locked" griping.


Jan. 17th, 2007 05:45 am
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I love exercising. Yes, the health benefits are great, and the high I get from it is something I definitely miss when I don't get in my workout. But, and this is hard for me to admit, I also like the way it makes me look. I know Orlando appreciates it, too, so now I work out for him as much as I do for myself. I'm in very good shape and I can admit that I look pretty good. Nothing's sagging, nothing's bulging unless it's supposed to, and I'm not ashamed to take off my clothes shirt in public. While I'm blushing a little while I type this, the fact remains that I believe it's time I embrace my assets and stop being self-depracating if I receive a compliment. All right, I'm lying. I'm still going to blush if someone compliments me. Damn it. The reason I think it's so hard for me to be vain is because I wasn't raised to feel good about myself in any way. Anything I thought I did well was immediately put down by my father and I was told pride was sinful. That's another story, though.

I was a complete geek growing up. I had braces, I was ugly, I was picked on, I never stood up for myself and I couldn't fight a lick. (I still can't fight and I was hesitant to learn for a very long time. Once, I tried to take a boxing class, but I had to quit the first night because I had a panic attack. Getting my ass kicked by my dad on a regular basis has made me shy away from anything resembling violence. But, now that I feel a genuine need to be able to protect the man I love, I'm thinking about taking a class again. I'm strong, but I don't know how to use that strength.)

In high school, I scored extremely well on assessment tests but never applied myself in class for fear of being labeled "the smart kid." I didn't want to stand out, I never wanted to be recognized for my accomplishments, and I certainly never wanted to let on that I was a lot cleverer than people thought. I got over that in college, by the way, but I still liked to be modest and keep a low profile. You see, if people underestimate you while they think they're stepping all over you, they tend to become comfortable and complacent and are shocked when you fight back. I haven't come right out and said this before, and I won't say it again, but remember the following: I'm friendly, I smile a lot, I talk a lot and I sometimes play dumb. But I'm not an idiot. If I genuinely like you, you'll know it. It'll usually involve me talking to you on a regular basis and having fun with you while I do it. I'm loyal to my friends until the day they give me a reason to no longer trust them. After that happens, I'm still friendly, but guarded. Lastly, and please excuse the language, if you ever fuck with the people I care about, most especially the man I love, I will find a way to make sure you pay for it. I can admit that it takes a lot to make me truly angry, but once I am, you won't find anything remotely amusing about it.

No, I haven't taken cranky pills today, I'm just putting out a fair warning that I'm no longer a doormat. (If you're reading this, K, and you probably are, I'm not scared of you anymore.) Trust me, this goes to issues I've had since way back. I've also decided that I'm going to retool my friends list for simplicity's sake. If I have you friended, but you haven't friended me back, I'm going to remove you and make all my entries friends only. (Plus, I don't read anyone's journal if they don't have me friended, so, really, what's the point?) Reading my journal without friending me is a bit like spying on me and I don't appreciate that. I'm very hinky about privacy matters now and I'd appreciate anything I have to say in here not being shared with outsiders. I know I can trust my friends and, frankly, as I've just explained, I don't need validation from strangers to make me feel special. If I do get wind of anything private being shared, I'll unfriend you, too. This will be my last public post.

That's all.

ooc )
porter_inc: (kickin' back)
From a few friends.

You Are 41% Feminine, 59% Masculine

You are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides.
You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you.
You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.

I think I would have noticed by now if I was a eunuch...


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