Iowa was boring. It was really, really boring and it was starting to eat away at Jim's psyche. He felt like he'd done everything, seen everything, knew everyone and it was boring. He didn't know how much more stagnation he could take. The urge to do something, anything, was growing in his belly, hot and fierce and strong ( Read more... )

It was Jim's birthday ( Read more... )

The early morning tended to find Jim fast asleep either trying to rid himself of a hangover or just trying to ignore the world. That wasn't the case today. Today, he'd gotten up early, just after the sun had risen and started to beat down on the world below, gotten dressed and headed out ( Read more... )

Jim missed the island, he really did. He especially missed it when it dropped a suitcase that said DADDY ISSUES (how many people had gotten one of those today?) and a tote bag that said WILL NEVER MEASURE UP on the front porch. Frank, who didn't know about the island, had seen the baggage and just laughed. That just pissed Jim off even further ( Read more... )

Jim wasn't experiencing any kind of memory loss. Nope, his memories were all intact and that's how he liked it. What Jim was doing was laying sprawled on his bed, looking up at the ceiling and trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life ( Read more... )

Jim was sitting on the front porch of his mother's house, enjoying the sun and the warmth. For the first time in awhile, he had the house to himself. His mother was off on some mission and Frank was...well, he didn't care where Frank was. What counted was that he could sit outside with a cool glass of water and do nothing without hearing that he ( Read more... )

Jim tended to frequent the local bars when it came to giving himself something to do. He felt incredibly isolated at this point and it was starting to gnaw at him. He was used to people, lots of people, and this whole thing where, unless he went and found people, he was alone was not sitting well with him. He did better with people even if it ( Read more... )

Jim spent as little time at home as he could. While things had gotten better with his mother, the fact that Frank was still there made staying away an easy choice. The guy was older but he wasn't wiser. He was still a giant dickhead and Jim thought staying out all day and then sneaking in late at night to sleep made for a good use of his time ( Read more... )

Jim didn't have much to pack but what he had was all stuffed into his bags. All that was left was to wait around for his portal. It was scheduled for later tonight for some reason and after seeing that the only other portal back home was in a month's time, he'd had to take it ( Read more... )

Taking care of Natalie's cat meant Jim tended to get woken up way too early for his liking. That had happened this morning when Moxy decided to just thump his tail against Jim's face until Jim had sneezed and cursed. Moxy, of course, hadn't given a damn. He'd just been pleased to have his temporary human up so he could be fed ( Read more... )