I never was the hugest fan of christmas but this year is certainly the worst. It's my second real christmas without Tim and without...Anka, also. And without anyone else, for that matter. I find myself thinking of wrens and rubbing my tattoo far too often, plagued by my own stupid memory. Blessing and a curse, lemme tell you ( Read more... )

Looks like everyone embarrassed themselves but me today while I was out having a social life! I like catching up on text Nexus when I'm gone ( Read more... )

Autumn in New Jersey is the best and the worst all at once. It's cold outside but that's where Allistar is on his lunch break anyway, bundled up in a thick coat and the unapologetically nerdy scarf Metody knit for him. The break room had been overrun with people for the birthday of someone Allistar didn't know [or care to meet], so he escaped ( Read more... )

Staying in Trenton.

Work starts Wednesday. Taking tomorrow to find somewhere for judo.

Kicking it in Jersey briefly. Got that job. Start on Wednesday. So I need to get together some suits and stuff like that. Also heading in on monday to deal with all the fire related stuff.

Looking into judo. Gotta find when I have the time. On one hand I have too much time but really I don't have enough. I've got so much shit I need to do.

[ For the other morning. Or any morning when Allistar isn't too drunk, too tired, or too otherwise occupied. ]In the morning, before anyone else, Allistar wakes up. It's the same thing he does every morning, unless he's too drunk, or too in need of sleep. Allistar wakes up, puts on whatever nearby clothes and his beat up sneakers. Allistar ( Read more... )

backdate this to some point in the last few days where Allistar was spamming the internet at large with the General, Fish, or Njoki."This is the happiest I've ever seen you." Allistar looks up at the words, phrased almost like an accusation. Anka stands in the doorway, arms crossed, shoulder pressed to the frame. Allistar bites his lip and ( Read more... )

The first thing he notices when he gets home is that everything is so clean. There's different color paint on the walls, a dark shade of green, and his furniture is missing or not in the right place. All his clothes are just gone and the stairs are nice and new looking ( Read more... )

Just before seven o'clock Allistar Ethan Hackett can be found running around his house like a madman, pants half down and shirt still unbuttoned, still damp from the shower. His hair's a mess, still, and he knows he's got to be to the Nexus in short order ( Read more... )