*sitting on the edge of his bed, glaring angrily out the window. just got out of the shower and has an ice-pack pressed to one of the newly formed bruises on his face. a bass guitar is propped up against one of the bed posts and small, random strips of steel and pieces of maple and graphite litter the floor. pulls the ice-pack away for a moment, ( Read more... )

There's something comforting about research.  And hordes of old books.  That could just be me, but whatever.  Old books don't change over time, even if they should, but that's... comforting.  In its way.  Especially when everything around you starts going nuts.

So I guess it's pretty obvious that I've found my way back to the Central National ( Read more... )

I've lost track of how long I've been gone.  Feels like a long time, but I'm really not sure anymore.  They sent me out into the middle of nowhere because it "wasn't safe" for me to stay in Central, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean.  Pssh.  Like they really thought having me out in the countryside would stop bringing trouble to the city.  ( Read more... )

*steps down from off the train as it stops in Central Station and looks around* No welcoming party, as usual... Should've figured as much. *sighs heavily, hefting trunk up over his shoulder* I guess there's only one place for me to go...*starts to head for the station exit*