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Jan. 14th, 2019


[info]cloakndagger

travis b

[travis b]

hey.

Dec. 25th, 2018


[info]reposeholiday

Secret Santa/Delivery: Travis B

[Cut-resistant gloves, about ten-thousand dollars, Travis' medical file (or a copy of it), and a GED test prep book. These are what Travis receives, via what appears to be magic, just inside of Travis' place. Santa is utterly unsure about the amount of money, about what's in the file (he doesn't look), about a lot of it, really, but he does the best he can with what he's been given. The card bears only a 'Happy Christmas'.]

Dec. 20th, 2018


[info]inkonstage

[holly w, travis b, destiny s, aedan b, seven m, billy k]

[Holly]
someone told me you have a butterfly plague.

[Travis]
don't be mad, but i heard you don't have plans for chrsitmas?

[Destiny]
so what am i getting you and wyatt for christmas this year?

[Aedan]
i'm sorry i'm so bad at keeping in touch.

[Seven]
is it too soon or weird to ask about getting something for you and sawyer?

[Billy]
i have a weird question.

Dec. 19th, 2018


[info]sonataind

public.

LOVE--what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.


LIFE--what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.


- Robert Louis Stevenson


I am finding it exceedingly difficult to think of what presents I should buy though it should be easier this year than last, as I have fewer to buy for... I don't feel like cards are enough.

Dec. 6th, 2018


[info]reposeholiday

Locked: Travis B

I've done this a handful of times and I'm never any good at the introductions.

Nov. 22nd, 2018


[info]sonataind

public, ren s.

[Public.]

A poem for those interested...

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

- William Blake


[Locked to Ren S.]
I hope I am not overstepping my bounds... I have a friend who is interested in the play, but he does not do well with crowds. Is it alright for him to come to a rehearsal so that he could have a taste of the production without the stress of a full audience around him? If you rather it not be seen until it is ready we understand.

Nov. 19th, 2018


[info]frangible

public, marta f

[Public]
I'm reaching out to somebody I crossed paths with on Halloween. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I attacked you in the orchard like I did. Feel free to tell me to go to hell.

[Marta F]

Hey.

Nov. 12th, 2018


[info]moondrunk

[Public.]

What the fuck was that.

Oct. 25th, 2018


[info]deteriorate

public, ETA: Mayer lock

[As Si M.]

anyone looking to sell a phone for less than $50?

ETA: [Locked to Amy M (sorry, Hannah)+Jamie M+Mars M+David P]
[After this. And after counting.]

hey.

Oct. 12th, 2018


[info]frangible

capital: travis & marta

Who: Travis & Marta
What: A sobriety meeting
Where: Capital
When: Currentish
Warnings: Mention of drugs to start, I'm sure.

[He'd been to enough of these things by now to know how they went. Everyone always sat in a circle while waiting for their turn to speak, some clutched crosses and some just clutched cups of stale coffee that came out of the chipped pot that sat across the room smudged up in about a hundred different sad sets of fingerprints. Travis was one of the ones hanging onto a waxen little paper cup of bad coffee. It was black, and he sipped at its bitter heat like he'd discovered a new brand of punishment. The taste really wasn't good, it was in definite need of sugar. Every now and then, it made the bridge of his nose wrinkle up, unable to disguise the bad taste it left behind on his tongue.

Eventually it was his turn to speak. Some people said five words and some people said five thousand, but Travis definitely aimed for the lower side of the spectrum. He thumbed the chewed up lip of his coffee cup and sat up a few degrees straighter. All of those years in a hospital bed had made his legs skinny, and his bluejeans had a very loose fit. He had on a couple of tee shirts layered over one another, the topmost in a faded yellow color. It was impossible to tell if somebody was an addict or alcoholic just by looking at them, for sure, but he looked pretty clean cut when cast against some of the other people in the group. His dark hair was cropped short and his face was smooth. He didn't have any tattoos or track marks, but he did have some freckles.]

Um. My name's Travis. [Hi, Travis.] I've been sober for... wow, like six years, I guess. It wasn't really my idea, but maybe it never is. Anyway, the hospital suggested I come to these meetings, and it's not like I have anywhere else to be... like almost all my friends are dead, or might as well be. That's it, I guess. Thanks for listening. [He took another sip of his miserable coffee and waited for the talking circle to make its way around.]

Oct. 9th, 2018


[info]nepenthe

Anonymously public.

[Public]
[As Anonymous.]

Do you have any secrets that no one anywhere knows? Big secrets, and do you want tell someone?

Sep. 28th, 2018


[info]solus

public

Truth. Or drink.

Here's your first question: What is a secret that you kept from your parents when you were growing up?

Sep. 20th, 2018


[info]frangible

public

Two white dogs found. Blue collars. No tags. If I don't hear from anybody am I meant to call animal control or something?