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Mr. Train Wreck is back.
He opens his eyes, slowly, feeling both as though he were waking from a long, terrible dream and also as though he's been through a beating. Groaning, he sits up and then it hits him with the hammerstroke of memory, everything that had happened since his death in Doriath. Suddenly conscious of the shadows under the trees, he hauls himself to his ( Read more... ) -
Log: After all that?
*lurking in the woods, yep. And /hungry/*
*well - is bored and restless and determined to get moving again, so presumably when no one is watching however briefly, is going to haul himself out of bed and downstairs and outside, sans sword. does have a knife, though! and when he's outside eyes the woods, because - well. is Tyelko.*
*Oooh, ( Read more... ) -
Keyboardmashes!
He's still stuck in his room, half asleep for now, uneasily, but at least for now the nightmares are confined to his own head and not vocalizing themselves! And he's not bleeding nearly so much all over the place, and some of that's even changed to some itching that means he's healing, dragging himself back, agonizingly slowly, from the nasty place ( Read more... ) -
Back. More or less.
Sprawled in a heap of broken bones and bruised body, out by the cliffs is a body, face down and awkwardly sprawled on the ground. A trail of blood-stained sand shows where he tried to claw his way to the grass but didn’t quite make it before succumbing to - well, it’d be hard to say what pushed him into unconsciousness, considering he hardly looks ( Read more... ) -
Log: This is almost functional!
*is, let's say, outside, having a one-man stargazing picnic*
*he does that sometimes! comes wandering outside because that's what he does these days, though looking out before going to make sure there's no Finrod anywhere this time*
*nope, just a mini-Finrod, propped up on his elbows a bit away from the light of the house, who looks over when ( Read more... ) -
Log: Ever increasing pile of awkward!
*in the main room, staring thoughtfully out the window*
*will come wandering downstairs looking broody and melancholy - what else is new?* *annnd notices the cousin and just stops*
*glances back toward the stairs when he hears someone coming and sees the cousin* *doesn't move, expression unreadable, doesn't particularly want to deal with this ( Read more... ) -
Log: If it helps...
*so, well. will eventually be wandering back in, kind of hoping to /avoid/ any more awkward encounters*
*will be - awkwarding in a quiet place somewhere, possibly a kitchen, scowling at the table and wishing he didn't say anything*
*well, so much for hope. has really got to get some kind of radar where he can see if there are people in rooms ( Read more... ) -
Log: I did not just say that.
*sitting outside on the porch, pensively watching the trees*
*will come wandering downstairs, looking vaguely scowly and/or thoughtful*
*attempts to not notice him, in an attempt to avoid the awkward. >_>*
*---very nearly just turns around and goes elsewhere in desperation, but there's really only one convenient way to get outside and Finrod ( Read more... ) -
Log: What /is/ this?
*is going to be in her room, then? not really brooding, but rather observing the sky from her window, reading the clouds.*
*is just kind of wandering. being emo. and /guilty/, ohman. which is why he's avoiding brothers, rather*
*might then perhaps catch a sight of him, or he, sight of her, at the window?*
*sure! more likely the first, ( Read more... ) -
Log: Heart to hearts with Angy?
*is-- chilling. sprawled on a couch, with a book \o/*
*kind of sort of stalks in from outside, still wearing the sword from the thwarted maybeexpedition there*
*looks over. woo, a cousin, and curiousfrowns a little at the stalking*
*glares at things, a bit, muttering something about little brothers - and then notices Angy and blinks* --- ( Read more... )