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He's rubbing it in my face, or someone's fucking around. Help me stay away from the bait, Mama. -
When you dream...
Church sits at his desk and opens his laptop, unplugging it from the network for personal security. He opens his journal and taps on the table, watching it for a moment before he leans forward and begins typing.
I'm finally starting to get back to where I was. Granted, I'm never gonna be as happy as I was when you were still alive. I know it ( Read more... ) -
The good son.
Church trudges down a dirt path past row after row of stones, statues, small fences and shrines. For all the advancement in technoology and preservation, this cemetery liked to stay old-fashioned. The more modern graves are usually around the outskirts people don't see when they pass. He picks his way by memory through the stones, a small ( Read more... ) -
To wipe a mother's tears grown cold...
Having been out of sight for a few days, Church feels none the better for it. He sits in his room, hunched over the laptop with his head in his hands, staring at the small screen with blurry eyes. He hasn't been crying... he just hasn't slept. He doesn't seem to sleep well these days anymore ( Read more... ) -
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be...
So Paige showed up. No fucking explanation, no notification. Even Tex didn't say a fucking word about it with her drunken shit the other night ( Read more... ) -
The dirt beneath your feet
I lost, didn't I?
I'm back in school all over again, ditched because I'm the nerd or the scrawny one. Begging for scraps when even the scraps are too good for me. I'm back to square one. Much as I can't fucking stand it, I'm back to crawling after her. I hate her. God, I hate her and I miss her. I've lost... lost the guys keeping my head ( Read more... ) -
A moment out of time.
Church startles awake, jerking slightly. What a fucked up dream ( Read more... ) -
but I'd better not touch...
Church sits on his bed, leaning against the wall and meticulously cleaning his sniper rifle. He hums a song he used to listen to religiously, back in the days when he was first hot for Tex. Nobody would believe it now, but he wasn't really that much of a pessimist or even a bad boy until she came into the picture. He almost misses those days, but ( Read more... ) -
It's only...
I still don't fucking get it.
It's like my body can't fucking decide whether it wants to stay alive or not. I don't even know how I stayed alive so long after we got shot back here, and didn't even notice. I guess our armor is just that good. I'm gonna have to get used to shit like sleeping and showering again. It was kinda nice never having ( Read more... ) -
((blarg))
((Haha.. I went and made an armorless icon for Church, and then I remembered that he's a blasted robot. Feel free to laugh at me :| ))