You know how you know you've finally truly given in to the sadistic whims of your island overlords? You get a job. I liked to believe I still had enough fight in me to give Tabula Rasa the collective finger, but even I had come to recognize that I was railing against someone who absolutely did not give a shit. I was fighting a brick wall ( Read more... )

At last week's carnival, Francis had shown a remarkable lack of restraint--dragging Camilla on roller coaster ride after roller coaster ride and eating himself sick on corndogs and cotton candy. Though he'd always disdained the sort of corn-fed, wholesomely Midwestern version of summer entertainments such fairgrounds always seemed to represent, ( Read more... )

Fuck all of it. That had been Mitchell's motto for the last two weeks and still the song remained the same. That was a long time to be pissed off at the entirety of the human race, but Mitchell had lived a great deal longer than most. He knew how to keep a fire burning low and long ( Read more... )

If the situation weren't so grave, Sarah might welcome the dawn of another dismal day with a bemused laugh. Last week, she privately began chemotherapy after putting it off for too long and for the first few days, it was tolerable. After that, it became a flood of familiar symptoms and if she hadn't known any better, she might have thought she were ( Read more... )

Dated September 16th, 2011:
After a conversation with Sookie, Sarah goes to Cal to cover some of the same topics. She just doesn't expect to be doing it in a Cal-controlled monsoon.

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Dated July 16th, 2011:
After she's attacked, Sarah seeks out medical help and has to provide explanations to the people she counts as dear to her.

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It's been over two months since the school term ended, and Dean still feels like he's cheating sometimes, spending his afternoon sprawled out somewhere being useless instead of hitting the books. Half the time he settles for hitting Caliban instead, who always does more than his share of hitting back, god bless him, but today Dean's chosen to ( Read more... )

The door of Dick Maynard's flat shuts firmly, solidly, irrevocably behind her. Tessa sighs, leans back against it, stares up at the ceiling; her hands are trembling, and she's aware in a very cold way that the feeling sweeping up from the pit of her stomach is halfway between fury and sheer bloody humiliation, and it's a few deep breaths before she ( Read more... )

Seeing and believing, as the saying goes, are not one and the same. In Anabelle’s case, this isn’t so much an issue of doubt as it is one of imagination; now more than ever, she believes in the power of miracles, convinced that the island of Tabula Rasa is one such wonder, yet she remains astonished with all that the island holds, caught in a ( Read more... )

Quorra had never met a dog before she came to the island, and she still tended to steer clear of them, for the most part. It wasn't that she was afraid of them, exactly. They just seemed strange and unpredictable and, frankly, kind of weird to her ( Read more... )