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[2goodarms]

He couldn't sleep. Big fucking surprise. 

For most of the night, Curtis stared at the ceiling; the glow of his prosthetic arm danced over the sheets every time he tried to make himself more comfortable. Sheer exhaustion pushed him into a fitful doze for a couple hours, but when the knives came out in his dreams, he jolted back awake. Long before the hallway lights came on, he gave up for good, swung himself out of his hammock, and got dressed for the day.

The sun wasn't even up when he padded into the bar. His stomach churning too much to even consider food, Curtis got a cup of coffee instead and settled in at a table near the back door.

He's still there, watching the sky lighten to a cold predawn gray, his drink nearly untouched. 


[ooc: plotlocked.]

It was a foggy and chilly morning

[salty_witch]

It starts subtly. Wisps of fog coalescing on the surface of the lake, building until they crept up to the bank and out into the forest. This despite the wind, which wails and howls through the forest, nipping at the neck hairs of any who are outside. Clouds cover what passes for a sun, dimming the day.

Deep in the fog a dark shape moves. Quadruped, at times it lopes about as if hunting, other times it stands and lurks. Watching, it's eyes seeming to glow in the fog.

All day it skulks and disappears, but at twilight, as the day dims ever darker, it becomes bold, stepping forth from the fog. A great shaggy brute of a black dog which stands nearly as tall as a pony.

[OOC: And the Luidaeg's spook fest begins. Post open until Friday. See this backroom post for more info.]

(no subject)

[2goodarms]

[Outside, directly after this:

Be careful with that one, love
He will do what it takes to survive.

warning for major Snowpiercer spoilers, especially discussion of canon-specific violence and gore. topics include (whitetexted for spoilers): starvation, murder (including murder of children and infants), cannibalism, and self-harm to the point of amputation.]

(no subject)

[hate_gettin_older]

[Outside, at the same time as this:

Who are your heroes? Do they inspire you?
What are you thinking that you hope that you can hide from me?

(no subject)

[onceaviking]

Eric enters in a burst of loud and insistent industrial techno, letting the door swing shut and cutting the noise off.

The tickets for his trip with Pam is taken care of and he is feeling pretty pleased with himself.

only Sookie is still missing ...


He settles down in a booth, stretching his legs out in front of him.