Oct. 21st, 2013
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Oct. 21st, 2013 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damncompass[OOM: Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
In which Joshua finally goes home.]
Joshua walks through the door, holding an ice pack to the left side of his face. Underneath the ice pack, were he to put it down, is a fairly decent-sized shiner.
He claims a table, orders a Red Bull, and pulls out his laptop to work on a few reports. He wouldn't mind company.
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
In which Joshua finally goes home.]
Joshua walks through the door, holding an ice pack to the left side of his face. Underneath the ice pack, were he to put it down, is a fairly decent-sized shiner.
He claims a table, orders a Red Bull, and pulls out his laptop to work on a few reports. He wouldn't mind company.
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Oct. 21st, 2013 02:15 pmherr_bookmanToday is the day Autor mends things.
First, he's up on a stepladder in the infirmary, patching four medium-sized holes on the ceiling, evenly-spaced.
At Bar he exchanges a smile and two blackened blazers--burned through in spots as if spattered with hot oil--for a sledgehammer, which he hauls out to the abandoned baseball field.
And in the evening, he sits on the far side of the lake, drunk on the fumes of thousands upon thousands of words, transformed on a pyre.
Catch him here, there, or anywhere.
First, he's up on a stepladder in the infirmary, patching four medium-sized holes on the ceiling, evenly-spaced.
At Bar he exchanges a smile and two blackened blazers--burned through in spots as if spattered with hot oil--for a sledgehammer, which he hauls out to the abandoned baseball field.
And in the evening, he sits on the far side of the lake, drunk on the fumes of thousands upon thousands of words, transformed on a pyre.
Catch him here, there, or anywhere.
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Oct. 21st, 2013 06:17 pmsunbaked_bakerOctober in chilly pseudo-Scotland. Joy.
Rae is nevertheless braving the grey autumn afternoon, out for a run around the shore of the lake. It's just what she needs to burn off some of her pent-upembarrassment frustrations about the previous week.
Rae is nevertheless braving the grey autumn afternoon, out for a run around the shore of the lake. It's just what she needs to burn off some of her pent-up
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Oct. 21st, 2013 07:05 pmelectro_kineticYou know, after a little while of being injured and feeling like crap, you just stop caring about what you look like, and the days sort of blur into one long feeling of I don't even know what happened here. Noriko can only imagine that's what happened the last week or so; today she's actually feeling okay. For a definition of okay, since her left arm is still cushioned in a cast from mid-palm to above the elbow.
But she's clothed and downstairs and has food that might possibly be considered healthy; this is as far as she's going. Though she might also be interrupted while painting her nails--toes this time--glossy black, with bright yellow and blue stripes and dots. Noriko has kanzashi pins holding her shock of hair back; it's been a long time since she wore the, but it's hard to do ponytails with one functioning hand and otherwise her hair gets in the way.
But she's clothed and downstairs and has food that might possibly be considered healthy; this is as far as she's going. Though she might also be interrupted while painting her nails--toes this time--glossy black, with bright yellow and blue stripes and dots. Noriko has kanzashi pins holding her shock of hair back; it's been a long time since she wore the, but it's hard to do ponytails with one functioning hand and otherwise her hair gets in the way.
