August 8 2007
Tired
Submitted by uneven_trade on Sat, 02/02/2008 - 01:46.
I'm way too tired to write something proper. I know if I write everything jumbling about inside of my head, I'll read it later and see nothing but gibberish. I guess that's what happens when you work two jobs. Or run several blocks to your hotel room in a downpour. But it's getting me closer to having some cash to be able to pay back Antique girl, get my mother's ring back, and take off. I know now, that I need to just focus on that, more than anything. Getting out of Marquette.
"Such a lonely day, and it's mine"
Submitted by once_burned on Wed, 01/30/2008 - 04:45.
August 8th
"It's a day that I'm glad I survived."
I just ... don't even know where to start.
And Then There Was Badness
Submitted by echoinglullaby on Mon, 10/15/2007 - 20:05.
who: everyone at the bonfire!
when: around 11pmish
where: wetmore's landing
Lullaby was still worried about Joshua. And a bit about the rest of the bonfire, too. It was really kind of a hugely disappointing thing for some adult to come crashing then publicly humiliate her...cousin? Whatever. It kind of left a mark on the proceedings. Either way she was trying very hard to smile and still play hostess for everyone, which included having brought Thom a soda. She'd seen him around before, but this was the first opportunity to meet him properly. She'd mentioned that she'd wanted to see their band play, but hadn't made it last time and wanted to make sure she caught the next show. Witness her being pro-active and optimistic, damnit! September wasn't ruining everyone's night, not if she had a say. And she did, it was her bloody bonfire.
Thom wasn't exactly being a great target for pro-activity and optimism, all things considered, but Lulu wasn't the only one who was trying. Thom was as well - he and Leija had agreed to talk tomorrow and dammit, he refused to spend the entire night brooding on the situation - that would just have made everything totally pointless. And witness him actually not spending every moment of the night glued to her side. Though, in all fairness, his position had been chosen carefully where he could keep an eye on both Leija and Kaysen. "So, it was a brave move, allowing people to invite other people - could have totally backfired," he joked. And didn't look at Chance. Not at all.
Bonfire on the Beach
Submitted by echoinglullaby on Fri, 10/12/2007 - 19:52.
who: all going to the bonfire!
where: wetmore's landing
when: evening-?
It was now nearly six, and he had spent the better part of eternity putting up hell tents. Hell tents of uber complication, which had, at several points during the day, attempted to devour him whole, to consume his very soul and all of the tender juicy body parts containing it.
...okay, so maybe that was a little overdramatic. Lets just say tents didn't get along very well with Journey Winters.
Self Destructive Behavior
Submitted by 180degrees on Tue, 10/09/2007 - 20:51.
who: caleb and olivia, with a phone call to dorian
where: third street
when: morning
Caleb had gone to find himself trouble after he'd left Jamie's house, and he'd found it. He was good at that. Hell. Half the time when he wasn't looking for trouble he got hit up side the head with it. So if he actively sought it out? He found it in spades. He'd still had the ID that Math had given him when they'd gone out after the creature-brawl. So he'd used it, because he couldn't think of anything he'd wanted to do more than to drown everything the fuck out for a while.
This had worked to a degree. It had started out fine, but as was inevitable with a mood like he'd been in--it didn't last. After a while he wasn't content to try to drown everything he wanted to break shit. Destroy something. Anything. It was better than staring out at the rough waters of the lake and wondering what the fuck was wrong with him. Because that's what it kept coming down to. Something had to be the matter with him. He wasn't going to be one of those assholes who sat back and decided that it was everyone else who was fucked up. That was stupid and he'd always hated it when people tried to pull that shit. Really, no. It's not everyone else. There comes a point where you have to realize it's you, or you have to give up any rights to call yourself intelligent.
He'd hit that point.
Messages for Caleb
Submitted by 180degrees on Tue, 10/09/2007 - 20:31.
For anyone who called him within the last 24 hours, as he didn't answer.
Hey, it's Caleb, leave a message.
BEEEEP.
TIME UPDATE
Submitted by praelitismods on Tue, 10/09/2007 - 20:05.
Weather: Yesterday's storm appears to have cleared the air a little. The day dawns with clear skies, there's not much wind and it's going to be hot again. A great day to be at the beach!
Events: Animal control is out in force today! In response to complaints about attacks from stray cats, they're putting in place a crackdown. Any untagged animal is being targeted.
If you have any events or anything going on which you think warrants a mention in the time update, please let us know!
Wanderrific
Submitted by syns_kept on Tue, 10/09/2007 - 19:17.
Who: Seph and Melia, then Seph and Syn
When: middayish
Where: Lower Harbor Park
The breeze coming off of the lake was nice in the heat, even though it was blowing Seph's dirty-blonde hair to hell and back. Not that he cared. His hands were tucked into his pockets and he was just ... out walking and thinking. Which, when done in tandem, usually landed him someplace random and far away from home. Such as the park on the lakeshore. Syn was still being mentally quiet. It was strange; he would've thought that Doc's super-fantastic revelation to them would make her more vocal. She was either shutting him out, or upset about something else. He hadn't cornered her yet to demand to know what was wrong, because she was still acting mostly normal, just ... yeah. Quiet.
His sneakers scuffed through the scrubby spot where grass met sand as he wandered along the edge of the water. It would be ass-fucking cold soon enough, he supposed in a dim way that he should enjoy this shit while he could. ... which meant he took a second to squint out at the water, then looked at his feet again.
