To be honest, Rory wasn't that worried about the storm currently battering Liberty, especially as she had been drinking for a good hour in the local pub in Vichy Plaza before heading for supplies and home. Memories of staying at any of her island cousins' homes while storm raged made this one seem not quite as back as it was. Keeping a tight hold ( Read more... )

I don't understand. How did he find ( Read more... )

Since a...brief conversation on Francis' blog Rory has been 'missing'.

That is, phone turned off, not responding to emails and even informing the University that they would need someone to cover her classes as she was unavailable.

The reality was, however, that she gone to the source of her rift with Francis drunk and refusing to leave. It wasn't ( Read more... )

How the fire happened, Rory didn't know.

But it happened at 3 in the fucking morning anyway.

She suppose she should be grateful that the cost of the apartment translated as more than just sports facilities and high speed wifi. Sprinklers had been activated as the fire alarm within her apartment. Grabbing the creepy fish goldfish and a handful of ( Read more... )

After hiding in her house (bedroom to be exact), when she wasn't hiding in her classroom on campus, since the Hogmanay incident, Rory finally had a look at what Francis had got her. A weak smile on her lips as she realized the attention Francis had given to her superstitions, even if he had tried to side step the main one with that stupid wig.

For a ( Read more... )

It was childish, she knew that the moment she sat in her classroom working out the hex. For all intents and purposes, John was an innocent bystander in what was happening between herself and Francis.

Shame Rory wasn't in her usual level headed mood, hadn't been so since the disaster of her birthday Hogmanay.

Placing the hex inside an envelop ( Read more... )

I hate him

I...I got jinxed on Hogmanay. It's already showing.

I fucking hate him

Nobody came round for Ne'erday dinner they didn't reply to my text but I had hoped... not that it would of mattered since I burnt the pie.

Fuck, the pie itself was a disaster! The meat was inedible never mind the burnt crust I don't know where I went wrong, same ( Read more... )

---Blog---

I think I sold my soul for nothing yesterday.

I've sent out presents to those that matter but I'm not in a festive mood I had hope to sneak home but the way the weather's been... so please do not disturb me on Christmas Day.

---Presents---

Wrapped in various coloured festive paper are Rory's presents containing...

A book on Celtic Mythology ( Read more... )

What sort of Criminal Record does one have to gain before you can get kicked out of the country?

Somebody moved next door to me and, lets just say, pissed me off enough for me to break their nose didn't actually realize how good a punch I had until then the last time we met.

I just want to know, encase they manage to do it again...