When he first enters the room, he's surprised to see that it's obviously been used. He was expecting this to be like a hotel, with everything new for the next person. Still, he approves of the furnishings, though it's a little smaller than he would have liked and not done in the sort of style common in 1979. Which is to say, it's furnished with ( Read more... )

...you wake up and like most people, you think of nothing for a few seconds while the world becomes real again. You move and your shoulder hurts and then you remember.

It's back, you can have it back...You get up and shower and you do this every day and more, three times a day sometimes and no one has ever had the nerve to tell you that it's a ( Read more... )

Room 19 has changed slightly. Very slightly. Random's things - once left lying around wherever the man had dropped them - are now neatly on top of a chest of drawers. The space that had been taken up with his stuff on the dresser is now acting as a sort of bar, with about seven different bottles of alcohol, a few mixers and glasses, and quite a lot ( Read more... )

When he woke up this morning, it was just like any other morning. Up, bathroom, shower, teeth, hair, clothes, breakfast. All normal...except the bit where he looked in the bathroom cabinet for a fresh razor and it opened too fast and smacked him in the mouth. No harm done, apart from a small cut on his upper lip that bleeds like a bitch for ten ( Read more... )

Since his last conversation with Mary Anne, something has changed. It's like...admitting he wanted to go home made it impossible to think of anything else. He's been running over everything he knows in his head, planning strategies (not just for the deal but for after, when he's won), escape routes, ways to kill Jack, what to do with the virus, ( Read more... )

[...following this...]Ramon's in his room, trying to staunch the bleeding. It doesn't help that he can't see to get all the porcelain out because blood keeps getting in the way and there are two cuts too deep to just stop on their own, not if he has to keep poking at them with tweezers to get the bits out. Running the whole mess under the tap isn' ( Read more... )

A birthday without him. Another birthday without him. Next year?

ChristHe leans his back on the closed door and shuts his eyes. At least in here, there’s no need to worry about the front. No one is going to be coming in here. Never mind that they hadn’t really lived here for years - there’s still an orange shirt over the back of that chair in ( Read more... )

Ramon struggles to get the key into the lock as he has an armful of Amberite right now, but manages it eventually. He kicks the door open, and then closed after they've entered, looking down at Random the whole time. His eyes are open but he still doesn't seem that alert, and that's enough to worry him ( Read more... )

The sleep had been dreamless. Unfortunately, being awake brought everything back ( Read more... )

He's alone again and doesn't like it. After a month of being in the cell, he's tired of solitude. Random has just slipped out to get something to eat, he knows he wont be long. But still, in the meantime, he sits and tries not to let the walls close in ( Read more... )