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[Apr. 2nd, 2008|04:20 am] |
Who: Donnie and OPEN
Where: Blockbuster
When: April 1st, evening
Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw her. At first he'd assumed it was Rachel, warped to resemble someone else by his subconscious, but it wasn't. This woman, whoever she was, had nothing to do with his girlfriend.
She was familiar though, this stranger. As soon as sleep took over she'd be there, her sculpted hands brushing against his cheek and through his hair, making him feel calm and comfortable in his own mind. For a recurring dream, it wasn't all that bad.
It was just a pity he couldn't remember her. Once he woke up, the woman's face, her eyes, her smile were gone and out of his head, as if they'd never been there in the first place. The only time he remembered what she looked like was when he was asleep. That didn't mean he didn't think about her during waking hours, though. In fact, thinking about his dream woman was starting to be one of Donnies favourite ways to pass the time...which was why he decided it had to stop.
Moving his eyes over the shelf, Donnie picked up a dvd and stared blankly at the cover. He wasn't here to rent a dvd, not really. Movies made him sleepy, but Rachel was out and it wasn't like he read books. He just needed something to occupy him, to stop him thinking about a woman who wasn't real. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2008|11:13 pm] |
Who: Dante Price & Antony Erasmus
Where: Bus Station
When: Thursday
What: Dante arrives in Washington.
Dante shuffled off the bus with the rest of his travelling herd, waiting with a teenger's impatience as the old lady in front of him was helped down the metal steps, onto the sidewalk.
When he was back on cement ground, Dante threw his bag over his shoulder and looked around. Grey, grimy and filled with work-weary labourers and unwashed masses. Was there a station anywhere that didn't resemble this dreary postcard? Probably not. And to think; if only carbon emissions such an issue, he could have flown.
Why do aging hippie moms think they know everything?
Still, he'd made it to the capital, lucky Dante. Now where was that jackass he was supposed to meet up with? |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|11:19 pm] |
Who: Shiloh and Open.
Where: Museum of Natural History
When: Friday afternoon
She was bored, that was the long and short of it. Bea was off at her lesson with Ceara and while she enjoyed hanging out with the Raven (as she referred to the woman sometimes), she had no interest in learning martial arts. So she'd come here, this was one of her favorite museums and she wandered around sort of aimlessly, feeling drawn her but not really knowing why. |
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