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Room 418 | Early Saturday Morning
If he hadn't been raised right, Clark wouldn't have been knocking half as gently as he was managing when he arrived in front of Cara's door...approximately thirty seconds after hanging up the phone with his mother ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in the Bog | Wednesday
Clark had tried to go to Cara, really he had ( Read more... ) -
Room 501 | Monday Evening
It was strange having company but not really having company. Lounging on his bed, Clark kept catching himself chattering away at the chipmunk about the comic book he was reading, regardless of whether or not she was actively paying attention to him. Or if she could even understand ( Read more... ) -
Voicemail
"This is Clark! Leave a message." There was a pause as if the boy was thinking about what else to include. Which he was.
"...Oh! And your number, so I can call you back!" -
Jujube | Alcove B1 | Thursday Evening
It was clear bad things were happening. Without Chloe around, Clark took it upon himself to boot up a laptop and see if he couldn't find out just what it was from a standard Google search. What? It always worked in Smallville ( Read more... ) -
OOC/NFB Posts for 07/22/2010
OOC
Availability: Mylia is moving!
Meme: Show Your Journals!
Admin: BDE On Island Sign-Ups
Admin: BDE Alternate-verse Sign-Ups
Plottery: Velveteen Rabbit Plot Reminder
NFB
Off Island: Katchoo
OMG day three of Pard /= Tracy means she comes back soon, right? -
OOC/NFB Posts for 07/21/2010
OOC
Availability: Calvin's Computer Diiiied
Plottery: Brainstorming
NFB
Off Island: Hayley and Hinata
Off Island: Jack and Emma
Off Island: Tim Drake
OMG day two of Pard /= Tracy is a GO! -
OOC/NFB Posts for 07/20/2010
OOC
Availability: Tracy's Computer is Dead
Availability: Comicon Claims Shanie
Meme: Reverse Questions with a Twist
NFB
Off Island: Gibbs
Filling in for Tracy so hopefully I got it all right! -
Room 501 | Saturday Afternoon
Clark had made it out of bed. He felt this was a sort of victory other than the part where his sheet was stuck to his plastic back like some sort of starry cape. Annoyed by the weird addition to his head, he tried reaching for it, but his arm failed to bend at the elbow. He tried shaking it off, but he walked like he was Frankenstein's monster ( Read more... ) -
Room 501 | Saturday Evening
If there was one thing Clark could do, it was move with speed. But he'd put the brakes on and was packing for the cabins like a normal person, maybe even dragging his feet a little despite the peppy alternative music on the radio ( Read more... )