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Anakin Skywalker ([personal profile] sith_happened) wrote2009-12-05 01:45 pm
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Skywalker Industries HQ (or what had been an abandoned building just yesterday...) [afternoon]

LL Cool Anakin Anakin, in one of his impeccable suits, lounged casually behind his desk and checked his Excel spreadsheet of how much money he had (he was an excellent accountant, oh yes).

It was a lot of money, in case you were wondering. Far more than the Winchesters or the Stark-Basses. He allowed himself a fiendish chuckle before reaching under his desk to triple-check for the handgun he kept there.

After a couple of successful assassination attempts (which was why he kept that witch doctor on retainer), one could never be too careful.

His door was open and his buxom and silent secretary ready to wave in anyone who had business with Anakin.

Or threaten him. He was used to that too.

[OOC: Open for everyone. Because of course you'd know where the Skywalkers are!]

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2009-12-05 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
After dealing with Charles' return, John leaned into the doorway of Anakin's office. "The Winchesters are up to something," he declared, ready to start things whenever the opportunity arose.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2009-12-05 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Elena didn't just walk into Skywalker Industries, HQ. Shinras did not just walk anywhere. They sauntered, they strode, they worked the room as if there was an unseen paparazzi behind every corner.

"Anakin," she said, granting him a smile. "You're looking well."

[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com 2009-12-05 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Juliet, practically orphaned by her mother's paparazzi-induced death and her father's work, wandered in, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Daddy," she said petulantly. "What are you doing?"

[identity profile] magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Amnesia!Woman wandered into Skywalker Industries, just as she was hit by a flashback:

"Catherine, no, it's too risky! You can't fly the X-177 yourself!" said a man with a sexy French accent. "It's suicide!"

"I have to follow my dream, Pierre! I have to prove I can fly anything, anywhere!"


"...ow." She smiled at the secretary and lied, "I have an appointment with Mr. Skywalker. Can I just go in?"