John Preston's Five Guilty Pleasures ( Read more... )

The Preston household.

Preston sat with a copy of the manifesto in hand, seeking some semblence of logic, or a resemblance to the book that was hidden deep in his sockdrawer.

Funny. he flipped a page. For once, attempting to appear emotionless and disinterested wasn't a difficult task, Once upon a time my guns would have been hidden in the sock ( Read more... )

Okay. Here's the way this is gonna go down.

We have TWO sets of people. Evening people and MORNING people. *or so it appears* but most of the morning people are basically afternoon-y types.

There will be THREADS.

There are exactly SEVEN threads to this plot (I lied. Seven. ><) So across Preston and Jurgen I'll post one of each of the threads ( Read more... )

Doublepoasting like woah. ALL SORTS OF PLACES! *FEAR ( Read more... )

[Uncooperative Muses get the Theatrical Muse treatment. *smacks Preston with a wet herring* that and I genuinely enjoy excercising creative muscles in this fashion.]

Write a letter to anyone about anything. Say what you have always wanted to say but have been afraid to.Preston pauses, grimacing, pen hovering over paper ( Read more... )

( He was the hound. Red eye gleaming, metallic and silver, a cold beauty to it's deadly movements. Death as an Art. Killing personified. )

Meme stolen from gone_byebye 12 things. ph33r me.
1. John Preston's score on the CEAPT (Citizenry Education and Placement Test) is one of the highest in the test's recorded history. It doesn't classify him as a genius but it did make placing him in a profession difficult. Librian children are required to take the CEAPT test to determine their future career ( Read more... )

[Millitimed to last night]

Preston's fled to his room.And now sitting on the bed that he onced scorned for being a figment of his imagination he stares at the wall-not really seeing Anything.

Mary.A sigh ( Read more... )

Preston doesn't know why he's here but he's here after long thinking and looking for more about Mary. More about the Mysterious Jurgen and...

I wonder what the othesr would make of this place?

So many others, but right now the only one who mattered was her. Staring at him.
He thought of the ribbon in his pocket and continued to stare.

( I assume you dream Preston? )