You've reached the voicemail of Jim Hawkins. I'm too busy to answer the phone right now, but when I'm done working on my solar surfer or reading or whatever, I might call you back.

... Especially if I need somebody to post bail or something.

BEEP!

In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in ( Read more... )

Jim was sitting on his bed, frowning thoughtfully at a letter that he'd gotten that morning. It was an invite from Captain Amelia, who had, in fact, put in a good word for him at the Interstellar Academy. The catch was, he'd have to leave... pretty much immediately, if he wanted to get in at all. All kinds of red tape to wade through to get him in ( Read more... )

For what it was worth, Jim hadn't really been expecting his school break to go like this ( Read more... )

But, since I haven't actually got a new character this time around, I'll just give the whole SheBang in point form, and then link back to their original infoposts, as I am wont to do. :D

The Woobie: ( Jim Hawkins )

It was probably wasn't possible for Jim to holler much more loudly than he was as he cut through the sky, a bright orange glow from his solar surfer's rocket trailing behind him, a slightly less aggressive glow streaking across the sail as it caught the rays from Montressor's sun. His daylight would run out on him in a couple more hours, and then ( Read more... )

I'll stick Jim's infodump here, and wave my hands about and pretend you guys already know about all of my other boys.

I would have had this up sooner so as to avoid me clinging for dear life to the rear end of the bandwagon, but I was busy making a flour sack leap off a cliff. No, Really.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes.

( The New Kid! )