Chigurh catches a woman watching some very familiar scenes of himself in the Compound. He then collects his shotgun and makes do to clean up the mess before it can start, resulting in the unfortunate death of Stacie Monroe.

[Dated to very very late the evening of July 30th and rated R for violence.]

Were it not for the con, Stacie Monroe could have easily been an actress ( Read more... )

On the way downtown I stopped at a bar and had a couple of double Scotches. They didn’t do me any good. All they did was make me think of Silver-Wig, and I never saw her again. I stared listlessly into the empty shot glass but I didn’t find any answers. I wasn’t disappointed. I leaned back in the uncomfortable stool, and beat a tattoo on the edge ( Read more... )

While perhaps it was not an occasion to rival the dances she and her sisters had attended at home, Jane was very much proud of this, her fourth endeavour upon the Island. It was very much alike in the setting as her previous gatherings had been with food and drink aligning the sides of a space portioned for dancing and with the aid of radios, they ( Read more... )

Danny and Stacie to decide to ignore an important Rule of the Con when the topic of love comes up in conversation.

Timed to April 3, 2008.

Stacie finds her item, is found by Ash and Danny, and ultimately decides that she needs to get away for a while.

She winds up at Meredith's tree house, bringing alcohol, and there is bonding. Still in progress.

Both threads dated to Tuesday, March 25th.

Following his argument with Ash, Danny goes to find Stacie in the kitchen where he tells her just why he's so pissed off.

Timed to March 1.

As surgeons, we spend much of our lives indoors. Seventy hour shifts, buried deep in the O.R., emerging in the middle of the night. We get our sunlight from patient's windows. And the occasional ferryboat ride. Nature isn't something we really do.In just over two month's time, Meredith had acclimated to living on a magical tropical island in the ( Read more... )

"Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot clattered the horse hoofs of his steed as they went flying down the cobbled road toward the inn, a white smoke dusting behind him. He scarcely heard it, though, for the promise he had made Bess echoed sharply in the confines of his ( Read more... )

Danny Ocean wasn't too happy about this island gig. He didn't hate it, of course, what with hate being such a strong word and all, but it wasn't the ideal situation. It wasn't even a mediocre one. So here he was trying make the best of things and still trying to dress reasonably well in spite of the fact that the cardboard box in the laundry room ( Read more... )