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Who: Lisa Lowel
What: Sample story/starter & entry
Where: Never Over @ Insane Journal
Story/Starter: The radio silence was the weirdest thing. The fact that she couldn't plug in her own music system because she'd stupidly let her battery die was bad enough, but not even having the noise from the stations, any station really, that was a real bitch. Static wasn't comforting, not in the least.
Her phone had died thirteen miles ago and there still hadn't been an answer at home back then. The roads were painfully quiet and for the first time, Lisa cursed the fact that she tended to use the back roads where she could. It was one thing to like driving, it was another to constantly have to deal with other drivers. But she would've killed for another driver on the roads about then, even if it was some old biddy that couldn't reach the accelerator good enough to reach above twenty miles per hour.
Instead, for the duration of the journey back into Boston, all Lisa heard was the ghost noise of traffic, and even then she wasn't sure if she imagined it or not. What she needed was the buzz of another person; even if it was a droning annoying buzz in her ear, or a decent, lengthy conversation of interest. Something to fill the time, to change the scenery, to actually give the impression of not being alone in the big wide world.
Even just a damn cow could be good to see.
Hitting Boston was like being plunged into ice cold water. Noise, people, population. Humanity. The buzz of activity told her that she wasn't imagining the radio silence, that the warnings weren't hoaxes or her addled brain thinking stuff up. What Lisa really needed to do was get home, get her phone charged and call her fool mother again. Hopefully her house mates would actually be home to talk to.
Journal Sample: You know that adage, 'you don't really know what you've got until it's gone' or whatever? I'd say it was utter bullshit, about a week ago anyway. That's what it was. Bullshit. But hell, you slam yourself utterly into isolation and hell yeah, you miss that crap.
I'd miss my dam alarm clock much more of that silence.
Now though, now I've got a car full of junk and no clue what's going on. Tell you, that's the last time I take a trip to bollocks ass Connecticut for no reason. Hell, might be the last time I take a trip anywhere. God, but hearing Mom bitch at me for being across the country would be better than nothing. And just where the hell are the wonder boys when you want them, eh? Idiots are never there when you need them.
What: Sample story/starter & entry
Where: Never Over @ Insane Journal
Story/Starter: The radio silence was the weirdest thing. The fact that she couldn't plug in her own music system because she'd stupidly let her battery die was bad enough, but not even having the noise from the stations, any station really, that was a real bitch. Static wasn't comforting, not in the least.
Her phone had died thirteen miles ago and there still hadn't been an answer at home back then. The roads were painfully quiet and for the first time, Lisa cursed the fact that she tended to use the back roads where she could. It was one thing to like driving, it was another to constantly have to deal with other drivers. But she would've killed for another driver on the roads about then, even if it was some old biddy that couldn't reach the accelerator good enough to reach above twenty miles per hour.
Instead, for the duration of the journey back into Boston, all Lisa heard was the ghost noise of traffic, and even then she wasn't sure if she imagined it or not. What she needed was the buzz of another person; even if it was a droning annoying buzz in her ear, or a decent, lengthy conversation of interest. Something to fill the time, to change the scenery, to actually give the impression of not being alone in the big wide world.
Even just a damn cow could be good to see.
Hitting Boston was like being plunged into ice cold water. Noise, people, population. Humanity. The buzz of activity told her that she wasn't imagining the radio silence, that the warnings weren't hoaxes or her addled brain thinking stuff up. What Lisa really needed to do was get home, get her phone charged and call her fool mother again. Hopefully her house mates would actually be home to talk to.
Journal Sample: You know that adage, 'you don't really know what you've got until it's gone' or whatever? I'd say it was utter bullshit, about a week ago anyway. That's what it was. Bullshit. But hell, you slam yourself utterly into isolation and hell yeah, you miss that crap.
I'd miss my dam alarm clock much more of that silence.
Now though, now I've got a car full of junk and no clue what's going on. Tell you, that's the last time I take a trip to bollocks ass Connecticut for no reason. Hell, might be the last time I take a trip anywhere. God, but hearing Mom bitch at me for being across the country would be better than nothing. And just where the hell are the wonder boys when you want them, eh? Idiots are never there when you need them.