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[IC Psyche] Six Minutes
He still hadn't answered. Simple e-mail. Unanswered. Nothing, since long before she'd gone to find Jou. She'd sent him something then, keeping up her end of the deal even though this wasn't part of it.
Where is he? Well, if he's not going to answer, maybe one of the girls can ... and do... and ... what?
C'mon. What?
I need to know.
...Tjue.
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[Psyche] In the middle of the night
OOC: This is what happens when you combine a re-reading of your Virtue with repetitive Sevendust.
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OOC Reverb
Dude. I'm seriously sitting her in the middle of the night looking and listening for inspiration to write something. Anything.
I come across what....?
Yeah. The song that will decorate the post that comes if/when Psyche breaks up with Janus.
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OOC: Character Ties!
I'm bumping this, because Christopher tells me that not many people contacted him, and that makes me sad.
I have a new Mage character. I need one. I would like ties, please. You, my friends, are the authors.
Her name is Mercy. (I didn't name her, eyes_of_wild. Heh.) I've decided she Awakened in 2001. She was born in 1979. She has amnesia.This is what I'm ( Read more... ) -
[Psyche, June 10, 2007] 4AM and Aaron's Dead
There's no light in my basement. None at all. It's a perfect darkroom.
In the darkness where your soul shivers at night ( Read more... ) -
( Work )
We fight, we yell, we cuss, sometimes we’re too pissed to even talk straight. We don’t all look at shit the same way … even when we do we don’t. But then we breathe and we work it out. This is how we work. It’s just the way things go, you know - cause work is hard. Work ain’t supposed to be easy. It can be smooth, but smooth don’t always equal ( Read more... ) -
C:tL
Oh. Yeah. I don't exactly have a concept ... well, OK, I do have a tiny bit of one ... but I do have a journal for my Lost. It's way more fleshed out than my concept.
I think my journal might even be the inspiration for my concept ... just as good as a pair of shoes, I'd say.
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[Psyche - Jan 10th] "For Pain and Suffering..."
Doorbell rings. I ain’t expecting nobody, but fuck - maybe it’s Mr. Dot Com Shopper. I should prolly put some fuckin clothes on, though, just incase it ain’t ( Read more... ) -
[Psyche - Jan 4th, 4:13 AM] Nightmares
She stared at the little pile of white petals. Eight, though there should have been nine. She’d been too fucked up to realise that touching the first one she saw - there, sitting innocently right next to her hand - would be a very fuckin bad idea.
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The gun is shaking. Can’t keep it still. Gotta keep it still. Brown skin, gray suit, white shirt ( Read more... ) -
[Psyche - December 29, 2005] Death and Driving
She stares for a moment through blurry, burning eyes. Then she turns her back on the ruined motel room, and slams the door. The doorknob sparks, and cracks in half under her hand. She doesn't care. She forgot Jou's gloves. She still doesn’t care. There’s nobody there to see.
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