August 15 2007

There, I finally know what day it is.
Left previous room. The guy really wanted to throw me out. He thinks I dissappeared just not to pay. That's absurd. Seems that I either fell in the lake (what the hell?) either I managed have ice thrown in my face, something really stupid. Not sure. Good I got outta water before it was too late. If that happened. I don't know-sounds so stupid today-but should be extra careful now.

I haven't written in five days. It's amazing the amount of things that can happen in five days. I've met some new people, all of which are interesting in their own way. Herbert...he was sweet. Genuine. Innocent, I think. He made me laugh. I hope he calls. Would be nice to get out of this hotel room. And I finally talked to Domino, who I work with at Mya's. Total player, but sweet...and extremely nice to look at. I met some random guy at Babylon, who then came into Mya's, and who, believe it or not, seemed to have more life issues than me!

Music: the sound of Neil snoring
7:34AM, August 15, 2007

Second entry: outside Marquette

I'm no more than a couple hours away from my destination. Unfortunately, I couldn't quite get there before the sun came up, so I'm staying with a vampire named Neil. Anna sent me to him.

To: Jordan
From: Chance
When: 11:00pm

Jac - where've you been? you okay? if you're awake, can I sneak over for a bit? need someone to talk too and I can't sleep...but if you're asleep...that's okay too. just let me know everything is okay with you? okay? - chance (sorry for all the okays)

Who: Doc, Seph and Syn
Where: the Martens household
When: early evening (post-Doc/Leija)

Sometimes the normality of it all was maddening. Considering his trip halfway around the world earlier that day, the fact that Doc now sat barefoot on the sofa as he fed cold Szechuan to Voltaire and distractedly glanced at the television was a shocking point to dwell on. It was, he supposed, the inverse of a life like his. Normal people in the outside world would be shocked by his daily routine, so why not vice-versa? Why should he expect any sort of solace from the mundane pockets of time he happened on now and then?

He was still stinging on some unspoken level from his encounter with Leija, the angelic girl whose name he hadn't even gotten before she fled in fear. Of me. Doc sighed, flipping a water chestnut off his thumb and watching Voltaire snap it from the air, then crunch away happily as his tail pummeled one of Doc's legs. His companion was some measure of relief, sure, and Doc showed his appreciation with a quick belly-rub as Voltaire flopped on the sofa between Doc's feet, squirming happily. But there was still discontent lurking inside him.

The twins didn't seem to think of him in that light, and Doc knew it was because, to them, he was himself first and War second. But even that thought, meant for reassurance, stung a bit as he remembered how much harm he'd done to both of their opinions of him in recent days. More and more, the label of 'demon' seemed to fit. Maybe it's a slow change... one day I won't feel guilt for any of it. Let's hope that doesn't come. Doc knew that if such a day came, he'd be better off being hunted down by any of his past partners.

But even if it was happening on some subtle level he couldn't see? He was going to try and stop it. Doc had been making a point of staying in as much as he could lately, and aside from 'work' and the more-rare-than-he-liked visits to Eva, he felt like he'd been doing a good job of it. Sure, he still didn't catch much time with either Seph or Syn, but he was here if either of them found themselves in need of his help. True to my word, he thought with a weak smile, toes stretching as Doc reached out for his coffee, then tossed a bit of chicken in the air for Voltaire to lunge at.

Who: Buttahfly and Grover
When: afternoon
Where: library

Buttah was restless. She'd been hanging around inside for the past couple of days, feeling unwell. Not as sick as everybody else she heard about, but still not up to par. And even though she hadn't watched The Young and the Restless in a really long time ... one could only take so much. She'd had a lot of time to think, though, about what she was doing in BFE America. Why she'd been drawn to Marquette, of all places. There was something to this town, she was beginning to suspect. Something ... Else. And she now realized that it was important to try and figure out what. She didn't think she was the only one, and if there was something weird in Marquette, it would show up somewhere.

Namely, the town's history.

She'd gone to the library, staunchly ignoring the odd looks she got walking in. So she didn't look like she belonged in a library, so what? The brief annoyance had passed quickly enough as she meandered among the stacks, collecting books into her arms. She stood toward the back in the section dedicated to local history, idly toying with one huge hoop earring as she considered what else to pluck off the shelf.

Who: Dean and Aiden
Where: Along the road to Negaunee
When: Early afternoon

Dean remembered snatches of the dream he'd had the night before - not a huge amount, but enough that he was sure that that was what had been bothering him all day. He'd been in a foul mood all morning, the house just felt claustrophobic and he'd moped until Sophie had near enough thrown him out of the house. He'd started by heading into town, but somehow he'd ended up going the other way - whether he'd gotten lost or something, he wasn't sure, but somehow this direction didn't feel lost - if felt like the right way to be going. And he had nothing better to do, so he'd walk this way for a bit. Maybe to the next town or something. After all, how far could it actually be?

Of course, being that that question was coming from someone who had lived all his life in Britain, where nothing was ever very far from anything else and you could drive from one end of the country to the other in less than a day, Dean wasn't in the best position to be answering that question and it was with a certain amount of naivety that he began his walk, hvaing to step out of the road every few minutes to let cars go by. It was after about half an hour, when he got a stone in his shoe, that he stopped at the side of the road and sat down. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...

Who: Peyton & Dessicant
When: Late Morningish
Where: Lakeshore

It was good to be home. Sort of. Being with her mom for the summer had been nice, seeing how there was much more to do in Ann Arbor than Marquette (at least in Peyton's opinion). But Marquette was still home and she'd missed her friends, and her dad. And, okay, maybe her brother, though she would never admit that out loud. She had to get used to being home again and after firing off a round of texts to her friends to let them know she was back, she jotted a few thoughts in her journal, tied her hair back, changed into her running clothes, and took off out the door. Like any teenager, she dreaded going back to school, but at the same time, she was eager, because she'd be a senior. Finally. More than that, she'd see a few people she missed while being away, and that kind of anticipation was almost worth the actual, you know, school part.

Peyton began to jog toward the lake, her eyes taking in her familiar surroundings. It was hot out, but there was the occasional cool breeze which felt refreshing against her skin. She only burned once this summer, which she totally blamed on her mom getting her the wrong SPF in sunblock, but thankfully the lobster look had dulled before she came home (not that it had left anything resembling a tan, of course).

Controlling her breathing, Peyton turned left to jog along the lake shore, letting her mind wander wherever it may. And it certainly did wander. After about three miles, she realized she needed to slow down. With a softer pace, Peyton turned to walk into the sand toward the water. Maybe she would jog along the water's edge on her way back. Still, she wanted to take a break and she found a good spot in the sand and sat. Listening to the water trickle up to the shore and recede, Peyton spread her arms and fell back unceremoniously to the sand, a slight burst of excitement rising within her. Quiet, boring Marquette. She was suddenly very happy to be home.

Who: Open to those leaving messages for Caleb
Where: Phone Messages
When: All Day - Wednesday, August 15th 2007