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Date: Late December 1981
Characters: Joey Holmberg...
Summary: Still stuck, Joey tries to keep to the familiar.
Status: IP
Open selectively to those alive/in New York
Passed the church and the steeple, the laundry on the hill /
Billboards and the buildings /
Memories of it still keep calling /
And calling /
But forget it all I know I will.'>
He'd been fortunate enough that the worker he'd paid with a twenty hadn't actually looked at the thing--or at least not while he was there, and knowing he had legal money was comforting despite the fact he was stuck. He'd ended up spending the night at a homeless shelter, curled up in a cot and trying to ignore everything, waking early in the morning after a few scant hours. He'd stopped at the first coffee shop he saw, eagerly feeding his addiction and pleased at the slightly lower prices.
Now, a few hours later and sufficiently caffeinated Joey was headed for lunch, awake enough to know that it would be best if he stayed in places that were close to--if not exactly the same. Considering he hadn't noticed anything when he'd fallen out of time, he'd figured it wouldn't do for him to return stuck in a wall. His heart fluttered when he caught sight of a familiar pizzeria, and he walked in intending feed himself properly while he spent the rest of however long it was walking around.
Characters: Joey Holmberg...
Summary: Still stuck, Joey tries to keep to the familiar.
Status: IP
Open selectively to those alive/in New York
Passed the church and the steeple, the laundry on the hill /
Billboards and the buildings /
Memories of it still keep calling /
And calling /
But forget it all I know I will.'>
He'd been fortunate enough that the worker he'd paid with a twenty hadn't actually looked at the thing--or at least not while he was there, and knowing he had legal money was comforting despite the fact he was stuck. He'd ended up spending the night at a homeless shelter, curled up in a cot and trying to ignore everything, waking early in the morning after a few scant hours. He'd stopped at the first coffee shop he saw, eagerly feeding his addiction and pleased at the slightly lower prices.
Now, a few hours later and sufficiently caffeinated Joey was headed for lunch, awake enough to know that it would be best if he stayed in places that were close to--if not exactly the same. Considering he hadn't noticed anything when he'd fallen out of time, he'd figured it wouldn't do for him to return stuck in a wall. His heart fluttered when he caught sight of a familiar pizzeria, and he walked in intending feed himself properly while he spent the rest of however long it was walking around.