[He flopped down on the bed a few minutes ago, and now he's just lying there, hands over his face, talking to himself]

Jesus wept, Pat, get a grip. You knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you know you did... ever since you called them you knew he might show up here soon, it's not like it's a shock...

...fuck.

What the fuck am I supposed to ( Read more... )

So I've been keeping track since Christmas, yeah? Keeping an eye on the calendar.

And... well. It's the second of Febuary. If anyone's interested, that's my birthday.

So I suppose that makes me eighteen, weird time loops aside. Yeah, that's right, I'm officially grown-up now. Aren't I the special one?

[Sits back in his chair, folding his hands behind ( Read more... )

[Also backdated to the 25th. ACTIVITY IS FOR THE WEAK!]

...Sorry, and I mean, Merry Christmas and all, but... what the hell is this?

I mean, sure, it's grand. But seriously. I think whoever left me that missed ten years off my age. At least.

I've tried and I've tried
But it comes out as song
And when I try speaking
It all comes out wrong

Is this the bloody Reaper
Playing games with us again?
Or am I just a bit strange
And trying to place the blame?

I've not been out in ages
I think I picked a shitty time
I don't think that I want
To be reduced to mime

My singing's hardly brilliant
( Read more... )

Okay, so... I really can't be bothered doing anything. Sloth's one of the Sins, though, isn't it? I should get something done. So.

Top ten things on Padraic's mind today:

1. I really shouldn't have called home. I mean, I really shouldn't. What if Jack wakes up and his parents say I'm still alive and then he sees the body?
2. Chrysalid's being awfully ( Read more... )

At the expense of sounding like a character from a B-movie, it's quiet.

Too quiet.

I don't just mean in terms of what's going on - frankly, I'd be happy if it stayed nice and peaceful, from what I've been told about this place. I mostly mean... well, I'm a city boy. You think I'd be used to this place by now, but... well, no. I'm not.

Can we make ( Read more... )

[Padraic's sitting outside the cabin, with his crow on his arm. There's music playing in the background - the Beatles, to be precise. And by 'in the background', I mean 'from the transistor radio sitting next to him']

Uh...

Hey.

Guess what I found!

[He holds up a bottle of vodka and three six-packs of lager]

I... don't really drink. This stuff's ( Read more... )

Took me a while to get the hang of this, but there you go. Chrysalid's a weird crow.

...I'm writing on a crow.

Mary, mother of God. The world has truly gone doolally.

So, a few days on, here are the top ten things that are far out enough to fly out of the solar system:

1. I'm dead.
2. I'm dead and I missed the Zeppelin concert. Or forgot it. Or ( Read more... )

Um... okay? This is new. Someone slip me something?

[He blinks and raps lightly on a tree trunk]

It feels real. Not that that proves anything, but y'know... It's a start.

So, what do we know, Pat? We know this isn't the Bogside, for a start, unless I've done a Rip Van Winkle or something. Isn't Derry at all, by the looks of it. [He frowns] 'S more ( Read more... )