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Leave your shit here, hermano.
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[for Lennox]
Once the guy stopped washing down his snack cakes with whiskey and put on some pants, having Tom around at his hut was kind of convenient. Miguel had forgotten how much better everything was when he'd had Shane around, when he had company at home besides a twitchy rabbit and attention-hungry (or just hungry) cat.
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[for Neil]
Miguel is so used to fucking up, he's not sure why it even matters anymore. It's like, statistically or some shit, there was no way he could do anything with Jim and not fuck it up, no matter how many names he didn't give it, no matter how much he held back.
Which, really, is what's fucking him up now. He didn't mean to do any of the shit he did, ( Read more... ) -
[dated to 2/15] V-PLOT: for Lennox and Nicki
[somewhat continued from here]
With Angelo already tucked into a bowl of scraps on the floor, Miguel's arms are free to wrap around Jim. Things still seem weird, but not in a bad way, not like Jim's pissed at him or anything, so he thinks it's okay. Jim's cooking breakfast at the stove and for a minute, Miguel looks around, at the other people in ( Read more... ) -
[for Nicki and Lloyd] after the fight
It's been a few says since the fight, if you can really even call it that. Miguel prefers not to, thinks it's better in the long run if he thinks about it as that time he got pissed and beat up a stranger for no reason ( Read more... ) -
[for Lennox]
Tonight, he dreams about the day he got here. About his tiny cell with it's grey walls and grey furniture, grey air that he couldn't get at with the grey shirt tied around his neck, feet dangling above a grey floor, hanging on grey bars and he's choking and choking, he can't breathe--
Miguel wakes up sweating and weighted down, tangled with Jim and ( Read more... ) -
[for Lennox]
Miguel doesn't know why he keeps coming back here, when the stream running away from it passes so much closer to the hut, and the other waterfall is marginally closer ( Read more... ) -
[for Lennox]
It's a bit of a trek to the smaller of the two waterfalls, but now he knows why Shane makes it. Much as he loves--needs--other people, their company, their presence alone, he grew up on the streets of New York and grew up some more in a concrete and plastic building, and with his meds refilled and dutifully taken, it's kind of nice to just go for ( Read more... ) -
[for Lloyd]
[ After all of these ]
In the light of day, things actually seem a bit better than he'd hoped. Maybe it helps that he spent last night freaking out in the jungle after dark, scaring himself bad enough that he's back on his fucking meds; after that, a hangover and some gay panic aren't really that bad.
The pill bottle rattles from his trouser ( Read more... ) -
post-party [for Flagg]
[after this]
It's kind of funny how he can go from feeling fine, maybe better than fine, to feeling like a piece of shit, all in the space of blowing his fucking wad. If funny can also mean stupid and really fucked up. He can tell himself everything he likes about foresight and not wanting to be around to be a dick in the morning, but it still ( Read more... )