Melchior drifts back into consciousness, his eyes and mouth and mind feeling dry, exhausted and wiped out from everything that's gone by. What happened is still a blur to him, though he feels as if he's dreamt of it -- silver flashing in his mind. It isn't enough for him to gather any meaning from it and he really doesn't want to; he runs away from ( Read more... )

Continued from here. Title comes from "Young Turks" by Rod Stewart and serves no purpose other than to be ruthlessly cruel.Melchior lies still, unconscious first from shock but as his blood collects around him on the ground, the chances of him coming to on his own start to dwindle. The gash across his chest is considerable, his right nipple an ( Read more... )

It's a brand new year and Melchior returns to his room for a moment to catch his breath because when he tried to think back on everything at the party, like you're supposed to do at a new year's party, he was overwhelmed with changes. Everything that had happened at home, the person he had become that night before he woke up here -- then everything ( Read more... )

Back home Melchior had written several essays about how Christmas is a lie, about how it's just a way for parents to enforce good behavior on their children with threats of some mysterious bearded man in a suit refusing to give them presents. On top of that, the whole religious aspect just didn't sit well with Melchior. Maybe it has something to do ( Read more... )

Title comes from this song, sung by the original Broadway Moritz.

Chat logs with onlythedusk. Backdated to September 19.

( What if you were for me and I was for you? )

Title is edited from this song and doesn't quite fit except the singer was the original Moritz actor on Broadway. :)

Chat logs with onlythedusk. Backdated to Friday, September 5.

( I know, I know, I know you hate me )

Backdated to September 5, after this post.

Melchior paces back and forth, in and out of his room, up and down the hallway, for what feels like hours after Moritz flees. He wants to be sure that he won't run into Moritz because, for once in Melchior's life, Moritz is the last person he wants to see. After their fight, what would they do if they ( Read more... )

It'd been a long afternoon, and by the time he manages to get away from the rather nice and meaty discussions he'd been having in the rec room, his head hurts. His eyes ache, and his body is tired too, as stress can only do, he's learning. He trudges back to his room -- leaving behind those books, tucked away in the darkest reach of the bookcase ( Read more... )

(No sex)

Backdated to between June 11 and June 18, 2008. Melchior and Moritz (onlythedusk) chat in the compound about birthdays and porn.

Moritz: So the Island has been an interesting experience so far, and Moritz feels nearly exhausted. He collapses into a chair and rests his forehead on the table, arms hanging limp by his sides. "Ugh. This place. It's ( Read more... )

Continued from here, finished in IRC.

Moritz: "2008? That's - that's impossible! I haven't been dead that long, have I? Good lord. Though I suppose time is a bit weird in the afterlife..." He runs a hand through his hair, looking befuddled. "So - alright, how do women dress here?"

Melchior: Melchior laughs a little and shakes his head. "No - I ( Read more... )