It had been entirely too long since the cold power of gun-metal had graced John's hand. He'd been without his gun since his arrival and this meant John hadn't felt complete since then. He wasn't a violent man and he wasn't a murderer, yet he yearned for his gun. John Wilkes Booth was a hero. John Wilkes Booth saved the country ( Read more... )

So far as James could surmise, this place was only half bad. There was sun, sand, and scantily clad women running about. In fact, James had yet to see one unattractive bird. Keeping his eyes forward was too difficult a task, and hey, he wasn't married yet and he most certainly wasn't blind ( Read more... )

This is one play that Geoffrey's not watching alone, even if it means keeping Duck backstage at his side throughout the entire thing. Part of it's because it's just too special to him, to them, and experiencing it alone just seems wrong. And part of it's that Geoffrey's nervous, more nervous than he was for the last couple of plays - he's taken a ( Read more... )

With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had ( Read more... )

Apart from being locked in the Mirror Room or facing a stern lecture from Cain or Adam, there was one thing that could guarantee a sad, unhappy face on our ten year old explorer. It was the reminder that she had lost time. And today Coraline's face was very unhappy indeed. For in twenty nine days time Coraline Jones would no longer be a ten year ( Read more... )

"Mrs. Lovett," he said turning suddenly, and for a moment she thought for sure he was going to reach out and harm her. Strike her even. "You bloody wonder, eminently practical, and yet appropriate as always. As you've said, repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling on the past..."

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Booth had enough of this place. He wasn't adjusting well at all and he couldn't find the joy in the island like the other citizens on the island. John found himself cursing the rather cluttered and uncomfortable Compound. John found himself kicking the sand that got into his shoes and followed him no matter how far he went from the beach. And John ( Read more... )

Nessa had a peculiar smile on her face, a calm, soft, slightly wistful smile. It wasn’t melancholy, it was nostalgia. Nostalgia that could be expected. Oh, she was grateful for her son, but she missed everyone else. Her family, her workshop, her garden, her sister, her friends and even their arguments. She missed them dearly.

She supposed everyone ( Read more... )

The last time the T-1000 screams, there is no sound. He still hears the screech of metal tearing through metal. Through him. Consuming him. He still feels it.

Then everything is silent.

Except for a dim, barely perceivable pounding noise.

Time passes and other sounds, foreign sensations begin to penetrate. He opens his eyes. Turning his head sharply, ( Read more... )

It was a week today that Ysandre had been confined to the clinic. Upon her arrival and admittance, Dr. Tam had insisted on monitoring her very closely, attempting to determine what exactly it was she was afflicted with. The initial medication he placed her on seemed to improve her health, but it was soon apparent after her condition declined once ( Read more... )