This was it. Jim's last taxi off the causeway. He held onto Lana's hand like a drowning man, all of his belongings (they seemed so few at the moment) in a duffel bag at his feet. Well, not all of them. The t-shirts Lana liked to sleep in had been abandoned.

This was it.

[[If anyone's unamnesiaed, Jim's heading out. Thanks for all the fish.]]

After work, Johnny went down to the garage and uncovered his motorcycle. Checking it out, he polished the chrome and made sure it was gased and ready to go.

Slipping on his sunglasses he cranked it up, grinned, and headed out, abiding any and all laws as far as speed went.

(If you want to wave him down, that's fine, if you want a ride, that's fine ( Read more... )

Just before dusk, the temporary movie screen is set up. There's a large open area in front of it, where movie-goers can spread out blankets or set up lawn chairs. Some people are already gathered, picnicking while the sun sets.

[OOC: The movie begins at dusk, and the screen will be removed afterwards. OCD threads will be are up for your movie- ( Read more... )

It didn't matter he'd failed twice already today. Jason resumed his path through the woods, his senses looking for a victim. ( Something to hurt. Something that would scream. )

No matter what the weather was on the mainland, the weather over the Fandom had warmed up to a beautiful spring evening, just perfect for a night of dancing.

A large tent had been set up in the park and it glowed with the soft light of what seemed like a million small white lights. The path leading up to the tent crossed a small bridge and then ( Read more... )