Mmm, I thought it would be fun to do a Tag {Catherine/Greg} RP. From what I've gathered, it isn't the most popular ship. However, I've become rather fond of it, therefore, I'd like to start this RP...Yeah. Character List: Gil Grissom - Sara Sidle - BurnedToast Catherine Willows - RoosCSILover Greg Sanders - BurnedToast Warrick Brown - Toomuchovertime Nick Stokes - Sofia Curtis - CrimeScene17 Conrad Ecklie - Jim Brass - We could also have a Hodges and Wendy, if requested. Also, in order to brake away from my rabit GSR-y-ness, I've decided to leave all characters except Catherine and Greg up for shipping. Not that I have a problem with a GSR RP, I just thought I might give people of other ships a chance to RP. - Alexx (BurnedToast)
I don't want to do the RP [sowwy, busy with another one..], but I just wanted to know, did you get the title from that one song by Fleetwood Mac or Stevie Nicks?
That's alright. I got it from Fleetwood Mac, though, knowing my computer, it could be either of them. It does sound like it's just Stevie, though. I think it's actually called 'Dreams', but I liked the line better.
Okay, sweet. I thought so. My uncle's cousin is Stevie Nicks, so I have kind've an obsession with her, just because I'm semi related to someone famous. Lame.
Awsome, Lia! I love her too, don't worry. We can be lame together...<.<;; Sure you can, RoosCSILover!
We can start if you like, Roos. Then, after that, people can join in as they like. Would you like to start off, or shall I? CrimeScene17, you've got Sofia!
It's cool, I will be off for an hour or 2 now, but I'll start. If that's allright? "Hey, Greg", Catherine said, when she walked in the coffee room. He was drinking some Hawaiian Blue, as always. He had is headphones on, probably playing Marilyn Manson, or something like that. That was the only thing Catherine disliked about Greg.
{That's fine, I have to get off soon anyway. CS17, no problem.} Greg placed his coffee mug on the table in front of him, head head still jerking back and forth with the tune of his music. He hadn't heard, or noticed, for that matter, Catherine come in. Mouthing the lyrics as the song went on, it finally clicked in his mind that a vaugely familiar voice had greeted him. Muffled, yes, but still hearable. Greg's head snapped up to look at her, his brown eyes wide. "Oh, hey, Cath." He replied, a wide grin streaching across his face. The man laced his slender fingers under the headphones and pulled them down around his neck so he could speak properly with her.
Catherine made herself comfortable and she sat right in the opposite of Greg, so that she could see his face. Catherine grabbed a cup of his Hawaiian Blue, and Greg tried to stop her. But then he realised something. He didn't have to be that rude and he let her grab the cup. "So, you finally heard me", Catherine smiled and she touched her hair.