I call this day/time/place. I wrote down all seven days of the week and a bunch of hours of the day on individual scraps of paper. I then picked one of each out of a hat, well shoebox actually, and used them as the jumping off point. For example, what would the character being doing at 3pm on a Saturday? I may end up writing more of these, we'll ( Read more... )

Jen was in the hospital. Jen had tried to kill herself ( Read more... )

It was late. He knew it would have to be. In DC and in his life and probably hers, things are easier to handle at night. It's the only time one can obtain that particular brand of stillness certain conversations require. This one certainly would. Clarke didn't forsee it going smoothly but Liz and Jen were right. He just hoped Jenny would actually ( Read more... )

1:35 pm ( Read more... )

There's a transition period every morning around 6 o'clock. Clarke's workday begins to wind down around this time. He prints out status reports on all open projects, searches, and tests. He disposes of all active waste, that is waste that could compromise privacy or safety and there is always waste like this. He notes where he left off on any ( Read more... )

1. had sex? Yes
2. bought condoms? Yes
3. gotten pregnant? No.
4. failed a class? No.
5. kissed a boy? No.
6. kissed a girl? Yes.
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Clarke arrived before Jen did and selected a table near the window. He purposefully arrived a few minutes early because he did not want to chance being late. He didn't need things to be sour from the start due to her having to wait for him. He also wanted time to review his notes once more before she arrived. Yes, making notes had been nerdy but he ( Read more... )

To: Jennifer Shephard
From: Clarke Banks
Date: 1/20/2012

RE: Meeting this weekend ( Read more... )

Having actually stayed the entire previous evening at the lab, Clarke was able to get of there at a reasonable time today. He still hadn't touched his personal projects but the evidence backlog was now at a reasonable level and the breakthrough he made at 1 am this morning was very important for one the cases. He felt like a success for all the ( Read more... )

In a room that smells of sex in the apartment where she's staying (her brother-in-law's cousin's or cousin's brother-in-law's or something, he doesn't care) they lay together on a bed with striped sheets and an avocado green comforter. Happy and naked, they're snuggled in a sweaty pile. She absently traces the curve of his bicep, her chin propped ( Read more... )