It's nice out. This, in itself, is not unusual. In fact, to start as such is probably misleading, as there's nothing particularly unusual about one of the small scenes going on at the beach at all.

The scene in question is this: Charlie Crews is seated on the flattest of one of the outcrops of rocks that grace the beach, in a slightly modified ( Read more... )

Things seem to be incrementally adding up to prove to Sarah that there is something out there that wants her life to be the same kind of hell as back home. She doesn't have John, but she knows he's protected. And yet she's foisted back into that life and forced to watch John do something that she wants to take away from him -- and yet, she can't. ( Read more... )

Dated January 10th, 2011:
If she wasn't before, Adelle is now quite certain that he isn't normal, not in any sense of the word. Typically, this counts against no one; normality, she has always believed, is but another idea concocted for those already ahead to feel better about themselves. It's abstract and unattainable, as are most things the ( Read more... )

Niko never slept in, even in the relative safety of the island, and today was no exception. Sunrise brought tea and yoga, both for the purposes of limbering up and relaxing the mind. It was easy to get into a meditative state of mind in the early dawn quiet of the island. Most of the residents were still asleep at this hour and the few that were ( Read more... )

It has been a really, incredibly long day. That was the case, of course, even before Eduardo found himself in what's been described to him as a pocket universe, but now, it just seems that much more unending, that much more tiring. If he's honest, it still doesn't have all that much to do with the island. It's confusing, that's without question, ( Read more... )

Dated December 28, 2010:
"I need a volunteer," she said, in the manner that implied he had just been told that he was going to do it. "How do you feel about a better you, Charlie?"

Charlie Crews gets a facial, courtesy of Sally Harper.

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"All aboard," Delirium said, despositing Daniel wrapped up tightly in a bright blue and orange snowsuit onto the train. Picking up Celia, in an equally offensive to the eyes neon yellow and pink snowsuit, Delirium hopped onto the moving train and sat down beside them. "Okies, everyone wrapped up tight? Now this is a train, human mortal parents call ( Read more... )

Alex had never seen snow before. For that matter, she'd never really even experienced cold weather before, at least not by most people's definition; there had been chilly evenings, days that seemed cooler than the rest, but she knew full well that it could have been much, much more than that. Having spent all her life in a climate so similar to ( Read more... )

It's almost a routine now. Every week or so, Charlie picks some of the oranges in the mini-orchard behind his hut, and he brings them up to the Compound. (He knows he can't eat all of them, so why not, really. He can't be the only one on the island with a fondness for fruit.)

He's dressed simply today: a white t-shirt and jeans, along with a pair of ( Read more... )

Charlie Crews is getting by. That's the way things have been for a while, now, he thinks. Things don't get much better and they don't get much worse, and he continues to exist. (Funny how these things work.) He has things to take care of, here, and there's fruit, sun, no daily beatings, and more space than he had in Pelican Bay. The cot's long gone ( Read more... )