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MAIL CALL
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[OOC] Plotting Between the Lines
What this meme is all about is expanding on that, to better create a personal history that you can then use to better build personal development. To paraphrase Lindsay, "it's not intended to be a way of avoiding/handwaving actual threads but rather a way of kickstarting them and getting a better idea of where our characters stand with each other. ( Read more... ) -
Living Will
Final will of Eugene Roe and Joseph Toye, as witnessed by Dale Cooper and filed with the Council office on 6 September, 2009 Island Time.
In the event that we are both dead or disappeared, we bequeath the following:
To The Cain Homestead Shelter we bequeath our home and all peripherals.
To Rollie Saunders we bequeath whatever medical supplies ( Read more... ) -
Opposite Plot
It ain't that I don't remember goin' to sleep with a dude last night, it's that I can't fuckin' remember WHY. I gotta assume some kinda fuckery was goin' on -- Drugs or island magic or some shit -- 'cause I sure as fuck ain't no cocksucker, and bein' in bed with one is probably the LAST way I wanna wake up ( Read more... ) -
[For Joe]
I don't know how long I'd been walkin' before my feet finally brought me home. I'd walked right out of the party, so blind that I didn't notice I still had my glass until I was nearly to the beach, where I threw it angrily at the tide, what was left of the wine inside sprayed red across the pale sand. It didn't make me feel much better, and for ( Read more... ) -
[For Joe]
I can't remember the last time I was honest to God sick like this. It had to be well before I joined the Army, because once we started seein' combat, I was too stubborn to let myself be ill. This particular bout has been comin' on for over a week, and maybe it was the distraction of the holidays or maybe it was all the things the snow brought to ( Read more... ) -
[For Sally]
When I stop to think about it, I'm amazed at how easily I've gotten used to sleepin' in the same bed as somebody else. Even when Easy was in Bastogne, I had my own foxhole. Maybe it shouldn't surprise me, though. It was the situation that dictated my distance, not me. Gettin' close to people was too much of a risk, then ( Read more... ) -
[For Toye]
[After this.]I can't get my mind to slow down. The thoughts and feelings keep hittin' me, rapid-fire, 'til I have to sit down on the edge of the bed from the weight of it all. There's one thing, though, one constant that keeps pushin' to the fore, and that's that I ain't feelin' the way I oughta ( Read more... ) -
[For Toye]
I know this feelin'. I know it, and I hate it, hate it with an intensity that burns low in my stomach, useless. Uncertainty, helplessness. It drives me crazy, like that tickle in the back of your throat nothin' can quench. Waitin', hopin' for the best but prepared for the worst. With as confused as I've been feelin' lately, I should probably ( Read more... ) -
[For Toye]
Personally, I don't mind sleepin' without a roof over my head, if the conditions are right. The island's warm, comfortable, has a dark blanket of sky just full up with stars, and I can't imagine a better ceiling. Still, gettin' the roof finished on the addition has been put off long enough that I'm startin' to get antsy about it; the good weather ( Read more... )