| 14 March; Liev Schreiber and Johnny Depp; Lucid Dreams Theatre; PG |
[Mar. 14th, 2007|11:08 pm] |
[crossposted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) liev_quarter and johnny_quarter]
Johnny was wandering aimlessly, the school day over and nothing really artistic coming to mind for a change. New Orleans was starting to warm up, and for this he was thankful--soon there'd be tourists to paint and busk for again, assuming all the rising crime rates lately didn't scare them away. As he walked, he took random turns, not really paying attention to the direction he was walking but trusting his feet to keep him from straying too far, and was surprised when he came across the facade of a theatre.
( Lucid Dreams... ) |
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| A slump |
[Feb. 27th, 2007|11:57 am] |
[private]
I guess all things considered, it's so far so good for the New Year, but I kind of wish I'd been a little more careful with money towards the end of the season in 2006. This is going to sound selfish, but that donation for AIDS month in December kind of killed me. There is only so much Ramen a man can take--when I went home for a weekend I found myself surrounded by female relatives who could not stop poking my stomach and telling me how thin I've gotten. No tourists this time of year really, and of course I was feeling completely uninspired during Mardi Gras--the one weekend in Febraury when I probably could have sold paintings on the street. Shit. Doesn't help that the school keeps being late on checks, but maybe things will turn around soon. Praying for a warm front. |
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| 27 December, 2006; Bar in French Quarter; Liev Schreiber, Johnny Depp; R |
[Dec. 27th, 2006|10:52 pm] |
[Crossposted to liev_quarter and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) our_quarter.]
Liev shifted on the stool he was sitting on, pleased that he didn't slide off it. He'd been sitting there for at least a half an hour and Liev couldn't remember if it was his third drink, or was it fourth? Logically, Liev knew the fact he'd been out drinking after work lately wasn't good, wasn't really him. But how often are you cheated on? Ahhh a bit. Sighing, Liev picked up his glass and took another drink. Once he set it down Liev looked around at the other patrons, noting the faces that hadn't been there when he first came in.
Johnny had been at the bar maybe half an hour, and was debating whether to go home or not. Not that there was much to do at home, though, and he was too tipsy to paint, or at least to paint well. Too late to play music without pissing the neighbours off, and so he stepped up to the bar for another in spite of himself. He didn't really like beer, so he was drinking Scotch, and it was probably only that fact that led him to converse with the perfect stranger sitting next to him while he waited for his drink. "Cold night out," he said, and immediately wanted to kick himself for the conversation starter.
It took Liev a moment before he realized that the man was talking to him. Looking over Liev gave him a brief smile. ( Yeah, kind of usual for December I think. ) |
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| 9 December; Johnny Depp and Mia Kirshner; near the French Market; G |
[Dec. 9th, 2006|07:15 pm] |
[crossposted to our_quarter and mia_quarter
It wasn't freezing outside, not exactly, but it was pretty damned cold for New Orleans. What his mother would call "sweater weather," but Johnny hadn't been able to scrounge up a sweater amongst the piles of crap that decorated his studio. So today he wore a beaten-up leather jacket, holdover from his biking all over the country days, maybe the only tangible memory he had of those years other than a few photographs. His guitar wasn't holding tune very well due to the weather, but he didn't have quite enough for this month's rent yet after the big donation he'd made on the first for National AIDS Awareness, so he was playing on his corner near the market to make a little extra, depending on the charity of the locals now that tourist season was over.
Mia was walking down the street, not really sure where she was going but she was just glad to be out of the house. The air was cold enough that she was sure her fingers would be numb if it wasn't for the gloves she wore but not nearly as cold as she knew it could be. Looking in the windows of the shops she passed Mia stopped when she heard the sound of music a few shops away, live music from the sound of it. In this weather? Mia ignored the shops she was walking past and instead stopped a few feet away from where the cause of the music was sitting, ( strumming on a guitar… ) |
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| 29 November; Mads Mikkelsen and Johnny Depp; French Market and Mads' Residence; PG. |
[Nov. 29th, 2006|11:05 am] |
[crossposted to our_quarter and madmads]
Mads picked up the pomegranate and felt of the leathery skin before placing it in the basket hanging on his arm, moving slowly as he looked at the fruits, heading toward the wine section.
Johnny had promised himself that he would just buy one bottle of red this time, but his plan was failing when he found a Cabernet and a Chilean Merlot he'd taken a fancy to recently were both on sale. He had been staring at the display for what felt like an inordinately long time when he felt another man at his back with a sort of sixth sense and turned, smiling apologetically. "Sorry," he murmured, stepping aside to allow the other man to look. "I'm a little indecisive today."
"Best to go with your first instinct then," Mads said, smiling and nodding. ( I know you? ) |
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| 2 October 2006; Johnny and Cillian; Johnny's studio; PG |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|01:27 pm] |
October 2nd, 2006.
Cillian Murphy (prettycillian) and Johnny Depp (johnny_quarter). Domestic visit.
Johnny's studio/apartment; French Quarter.
PG.
Humming happily, Cillian arrived at Johnny's address with his customary basket filled with dinner in hand, a little cover over it to keep it warm. It was sort of a ritual; he showed up generally at least once a week to feed the man a nice, home cooked meal and brought enough for him to warm and eat on for the rest of the week. He also did some straightening, the dishes and laundry while he was there.
From the moment Cillian had met the man, he'd taken sort of a...mothering interest in him. It wasn't attraction or romantic at all, they were just friends and the relationship was rather odd, as he showed up, fed the man, flitted around doing this and that and then glided out much as he had come. Sometimes, it was like they were operating on two different planes while he was there, barely touching. Sometimes they didn’t even really converse.
( The truth was though, Cillian enjoyed the visits... ) |
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| 25 August; Karl and Johnny; bar in the quarter; PG |
[Aug. 26th, 2006|10:09 am] |
[crossposted to our_quarter and kiwikarl_q]
The bar was rather crowded when Johnny showed up. School having started, his days were running longer now as he usually was there till four, and then back home working on some project, or out on the street painting or busking. It was already well after ten, and once he retrieved his beer he only saw one free space to sit, across a table from a guy who appeared to be alone. "Hey man, do you mind company?" Johnny asked with an apologetic smile as he approached the table.
Karl's fingers spun his half filled glass slowly around on the coaster as he was lost deep in thought. He'd met a bloke who had a bike for sale, and been for a ride before having a beer with the man and discussing both bikes and prices. He knew the man wanted too much for the machine, and was sitting there contemplating having to continue to look when he heard the question and ( looked up ) |
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