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Lucas Scott's Voicemail
"Sorry I'm not in, leave a message and I'll get back to you. Or not."
[Disclaimers R Us: In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the person who created the ( Read more... ) -
Tree Hill, NC: Now and Years from Now
There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroads. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. And, of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back. But, once in a while, people push onto something better. Something found just beyond the pain of going it alone. And ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Thursday Evening
Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever.
After dinner, Lucas headed back to his room to pack. He hadn't been home in a while and ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Sunday Evening
Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
~Kahlil Gibran
Reading pretentious novels was Lucas' ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Thursday Morning
Lucas was screaming not five seconds after he woke up.
His mind was reeling out of control. He had breasts! He had...oh just perfect...he didn't have his other parts! He was a freaking girl!
"What the hell is wrong with this place?" Lucas muttered, peeking down the collar of his t-shirt. "The least Fandom could do was give me a bigger rack ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Friday Evening
Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.
~Henry David Thoreau
Lucas was holed up reading in his room on a beautiful day. It was kind of absurd, really. Even Mr. Throeau would agree that he needed to get out and do something ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Availability Post
I am going to sleep away camp (aka some Doubletree in Ch-ville) tomorrow for a conference and will *sobs* not have time for any internet, or so they claim. Combined with the ongoing project/paper I've spent the last three days working on and we're talking major amounts of SP and AFK-ness starting...last Friday ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Sunday Evening
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
The room was no longer a single. Lucas hadn't yet decided how he felt about ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Friday Night
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
-Bram Stoker, Dracula
As he stayed up late reading, those lines struck Lucas. He'd spent many days and many nights sleeping and dreaming. Unable to really grab hold of those memories as they ( Read more... ) -
Room 307, Thursday Afternoon
The great American novel has not only already been written, it has already been rejected.
~Frank Dane
Lucas had been laying low the last few weeks other than going to class. He'd read through all his books but hadn't the inclination to go buy new ones ( Read more... )