A booth, a smoke, coconut pie, and black cherry soda with smirnoff. Various noticeable and perhaps a few unnoticeable paintings spread across the table. The in depth analysis papers are due in two days, but I'm not really thinking about that now. Just staring into each picture. Dazed.

It's funny. Different things change, good and bad, and the world goes on without a hitch. So, I could say I've changed over the four years it's taken me to get back here, but would anyone really care? I'm not expecting an astonishing number of turned heads or for anyone to even remember my name. I figure I'll just fade back in with the rest of ( Read more... )

[OOM: Same lake, same tree, same man, one year later.]

Jack's sitting out by the lake, enjoying the quiet and the scenery, but not averse to company.

Jimmy never did get his boucy ball back from Puck. However! That has not stopped him from throwing things at the wall. Admittedley, scrunched up paper with duct tape around it is a pretty poor substitute, but he's still giggling rather helplessly every time it fails to bounce back.

So that's alright then.

Usually I don't really go out during the summer. A lot of girls go out to the beach or to an amusement park or something. I stay inside and read books, listen to music, smoke an obscene amount of cigarettes, and only really eat those cheap ice pops you get at the supermarket that are 100 for $1.99. However, I suddenly have the urge to swim. It ( Read more... )

Don was attempting a sting entry when suddenly he re-enters Milliways. The bar was just as busy as ever and Don was stunned. He spent a week just trying to get back but unexpectedly he returned.

Wanting to welcome him back?

I'm walking pretty quickly, but not running because that would just look suspicious. I'm only about four blocks away to begin with. She deserved it. Trust me. I might have had the upper hand to begin with, but either way she was the one left on the ground.She never really changes, obviously. Wendy turns the corner, unaware of where it's leads ( Read more... )

Mr. Universe is downstairs, for the first time in a couple of weeks, having got caught up in whatever's the latest thing to catch his interest.

He has his laptop, of course, and is working intently.

Sitting by the lake. Honestly, it's perfect. Wearing comfy stuff, because really, who cares? Just a Aerosmith T-shirt and shorts. No shoes. Digging my feet into the grass, regardless of my everlasting fear of tapeworms. Thinking with momentary stops of reading the biography of Monet. Piece of crust left on a plate nearby. The pizza was ( Read more... )

There is a Terence. There is also a pile of metal gloves on the table in front of him, and a much smaller pile of rags beside it.

Honestly, does Gawain try to pack mud into the joints of his gauntlets?