August 21 2007
Exhausted.
Submitted by the_grey_man on Wed, 01/30/2008 - 05:49.
Music: Rise Against, Worth Dying For
11:56PM Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Two journal entries in one day. Or more like twenty-four hour period. Or... a twelve-hour period. Might as well make up for the lack of an entry a couple days ago, I guess, right?
(Inconsequentials.)
It took me three tries to type that cut-word right. It still doesn't look right. God, I'm tired.
Who cares what number this is.
Submitted by the_grey_man on Wed, 01/30/2008 - 05:47.
12:13PM, Tuesday, August 21, 2007
If I had typed this half an hour ago, I would probably have hurt my computer. I'm a little calmer now. A little. Not a lot, but enough not to damage the laptop.
I think I got about three hours of sleep. Maybe four. Now I'm awake in the middle of the day, and there's no way I'm going back to sleep. I couldn't even if I tried.
(And this is why.)
Text Message to Kaysen
Submitted by second_chance on Tue, 01/22/2008 - 18:53.
From: Chance
To: Kaysen
Time: 7:45am
I forgot to ask you yesterday so you'll be getting it twice today - did you want to go out with me?
Late Night Emails
Submitted by once_burned on Mon, 01/21/2008 - 16:55.
To: Thom
From: Leija
Date: Aug 21, 2007 9:37 pm
Subject: <3
Missed you today.
I would've called, but I don't want to wake you if you're asleep. I don't know your school-sleep schedule yet. Hope to see you tomorrow, sweet dreams.
<3
-L
a mark for socko
Submitted by ripyoureyesout on Mon, 01/21/2008 - 16:50.
who: eury and socko
where: downtown
when: late
" 'Nother day, 'nother dollar," Socko murmured to himself from his vantage point outside Remillards Tavern, watching the steady trickle of people coming and going from the bar. It had been a good night thusfar, one spent selling his wares while Buttah made her customary patrols of the city, and with the wad of cash tucked in his harmonica case Socko figured there was little to no chance that it all could end badly. He'd had a drink inside earlier, slipping a barkeep a joint and spending some time dropping hints to other patrons, then retreated outside to the alley that sat next to the bar to deal to any interested parties. With the town's population swelling with the encroaching schoolyear, Socko hadn't been too surprised to move all but his personal stash in less than a few hours, and now was a last lingering before he called it a night and headed home to wait on Bu. Sure it was getting late, but he could always overcharge joint by joint to the liquored up people heading back to dull apartments and dorm rooms. Tucking a roach to his lips and sucking in, he peered out from the folds of his sweatshirt hood, eyeing the foot traffic for potential clients.
Eury had been in Remi's for quite a while now. She'd been fairly hardcorely drinking, though it hadn't done a whole lot to dull the edge of the misery she was quite fully feeling. Yeah, that so totally wasn't at all going away. Or fading, even. It was like there was a big ole knife shoved into her back, and no matter how she shifted, it didn't make anything more comfortable. She hadn't opened the shop today, she'd slept on and off most of the morning and into the afternoon, though a good portion of that had been her laying there, staring off at nothing as opposed to real sleep. By now she was drunk, but not her usual happy sort of drunk. She was quiet sort of broody drunk, and annoyed at her inability to let things go. When she stopped outside of the bar, she turned her face up towards the sky, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
matters of importance
Submitted by 180degrees on Mon, 01/21/2008 - 16:30.
who: Leija and Caleb
where: MGH Psych Ward
when: afternoon
Leija had hurried home after school. Not that she stayed long. Just enough to change her shirt and call a cab and load everything into it to head to Marquette General. She'd missed seeing Caleb the day before because of the dinner thing, and she'd felt bad that she had no way to call him to let him know she wouldn't be there. But she planned to make up for it this afternoon. She had books and lesson plans given to her by the teachers and candy bars. All of which had to be checked through when she got to the psych ward. They checked her in and gave her back her armload of stuff and let her go find him on her own. Holding the books to her chest almost like a shield, Leija went to the door he'd been behind the last time and knocked softly. Even though it was cracked already.
Caleb glanced over, hearing the very faint knock, and he set his drawing aside, sitting up farther with his pillow between him and the headboard. Watching the door, he wondered if it was another inmate here, a nurse, or one of his brothers. Deeper down he kind of hoped it was Peyton or Leija, but he wasn't really letting himself think that way. He didn't want to be disappointed. "Yeah?" he called when it became clear whoever was out there wasn't going to barge in. That scratched nurses off the list.
Well okay, she'd remembered right. Not that she thought she hadn't, she just ... felt it necessary to knock, for some reason. Leija was sure that he had next to no privacy here, so maybe she should give him what she could. She pushed the door open with her arm and peered in. "It's me," she said, unnecessarily, and smiled at him a bit.
He smiled when he saw her. So she was back. That made him happy, and a tiny bit relieved, though he wouldn't admit that nor examine it too closely. "Hey." he said. "I see you're back." And I kinda thought you might not be. "With...books." he noted. "That my school work?" You remembered?
TIME UPDATE
Submitted by praelitismods on Thu, 01/17/2008 - 00:29.
Weather: It starts out as a nice hot day, but by mid afternoon, a storm rolls in. It's dark cloudcover, though when it finally rains, it's not that hard of a rain. Mostly it's thunder and lightning, light showers for the duration of the evening.
Events: Nothing new or exciting going on in town.
As for the psychics, the dreams continue, of course. The dream is largely the same, with only a stronger seeming pull towards the mouth of the shaft.
The Dream: Tonight the dream is back to its original start, the edge of town. Sweeping down the road and up the dirt track, the scene flows like a river, carrying the dreamer with it – up the track, across the rough ground, under the fence. At the second fence, the dream pauses as if the lack of a viable way through had stopped it, but only for a moment as the river of the dream melts through the wire fence and flows on towards the open ground. But unlike previous nights, the dream does not fail here and for the first time, the dreamer can see what is there.
A rockfall blocks the entrance to the mine – or what looks like it is the entrance to a mine to those who know what a mine looks like anyhow. To those who don’t, it would merely be a blocked entrance. A rectangle cut into the rock, secured by wooden posts and darkness swallows up any light that might have reached within. Years have passed since this was last opened, moss and weeds growing on and around the rocks, all is still. Years have passed since this was last opened, moss and weeds growing on and around the rocks, all is still.
Yet there is something else, almost indefinable, something swelling around the area, seemingly emanating from behind the rockfall. What it is is shifting – occasionally almost a cry for help, sometimes sobbing, sometimes something not human at all – the dreamer will not be able to fix on one particular aspect. The only thing that becomes clear is that there is something there, and it’s not something to be afraid of – it feels like something that needs help.
Light seems to pour out through cracks in the rocks from beyond the opening, and sharp, ear-splitting sounds start shrieking from it before the dream ends.
All characters who experience the dream will wake with a feeling that they need to go somewhere. They won't be able to pinpoint it on the map, but if they follow the feeling, it will lead them along the same road as the dream, out of Marquette along the I41, leaving the road this side of Negaunee and leading them up into the middle of nowhere (about 7 miles from Marquette) until they reach the same fencing etc. If they get over or through the first fence, there's a second fence about 1/4 mile further on and if they get through that there's the wide open expanse of ground. The feeling will die when they get to the shaft, and they'll be left with no 'feeling' about what to do next. Great - dream feelings to come to the middle of bloody nowhere...
If you have any events or anything going on which you think warrants a mention in the time update, please let us know!
