Richard Castle

Settling back into my regular routine seems to be more of a problem then I had anticipated. I'd planned to write at Cafe Juliet today and yet every time I open a blank page my mind goes blank.

It must be recent events: the harpies, the barrier falling, the animals missing, Kate's return home and those odd City tour guides.

Perhaps once things return to normal in the City my routine will return to normal.

[ooc: Curses and blaming his writer's block on everything except himself]

[Castle is having a green beer at the bar. He's wearing a green tee shirt and a jacket over it. At least he's trying to be festive. It's progress for him. He's also got a small notebook and a pen. Every once in a while he scribbles something down then goes back to his green beer and his people watching]

While I'm fairly sure that Castle is an English name at one point there was a bit of English in the Irish blood lines. The British were going to 'breed' the Irish out. Nasty piece of history but the most history has those bits.

[ooc: If there is a particular bar that is serving green beer, feel free to place him in it. I had no idea if any of the player bars were serving it or not so I put him in a nonspecific one. Feel free to come up and have some green beer with him]

Is anyone else having difficulties with their electronics? Particularly laptops if you have them separate from your device?

Mine just won't turn on and I wanted to write today.

[ooc: Castle's habit/addiction is writing and his laptop won't turn on because of the curse]

[Castle is carrying a gun, wearing his bullet proof vest with the word

Writer

on it, walking through the Underground. He glances to his device.]

I know what you're thinking but you don't have to worry. I'm being careful. I don't want to destroy the world with my mind either.

[ooc: Castle has Billy's 'I can destroy the world with my mind and that would be bad' idea. He's also out looking for Beckett in the Underground. Feel free to run into him down there.]

Hello City. It is a fantastic day. I know I've been promising you a new book the last few months and it is finally here. You can buy your very own copy of City Heat at the bookstore. I will gladly autograph copies.

As to those of you who might like to sample a bit of the book or at least know what to expect from it before buying, here's a summary:

City Heat by Richard Castle is a novel rife with mayhem, murder and mischief set in a curse ridden city. There's a rash of murders, absence of memories and the suspects are anything but concrete. Ride along with Nikki Heat and her 'consultant' Jameson Rook as they solve crimes, navigate difficult and sometimes ridiculous curses. Will she get her man?

[This is Castle's 'City' version of the Nikki Heat novels. They're written in very typical Castle style. Characters are free to see themselves in the various appearances and chracterizations of the residents. Make stuff up! If you have questions ask me! If you don't want your character portrayed in there at all, don't stress just assume they aren't. This summary and these two excerpts is all that will ever actually been seen of City Heat. The over reaching plot follows the Rido dinner!murder storyline with Nikki Heat of course getting her man in the end. It will be peppered with fictionalized versions of the last eight months or so's curses as well. All names are changed to protect the innocent as well as the not-so-innocent and the two main characters, Nikki and Rook, oddly -greatly- resemble Beckett and Castle. Read a sample of the real book 'Naked Heat' coming out soon here]

Remember I've got a daughter to feed! And let me know what you think of it.

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

[Castle growls ridiculously then shuts the laptop and pushes away from his desk.]

The same paragraph. Twelve times. I can't write anything else. Nothing wrong with the paragraph but I've got to cut to the chase here. The same paragraph over and over isn't going to cut it.

[That's when he notices the video device is recording. It pulls another growl out of him]

I'm going for a walk.