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Oct. 27th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

Locked to Cris M

[After finding someone to help describe it to her.]

I've a necklace. A sun. It's very delicate and feels very nice. I'd like to give it back to whomever this belongs to.

[The public post disappears shortly after her conversation with Cris, locked down instead to only him.]

Oct. 25th, 2015


[info]deployed

Oh.So.Public. - LOST DOG

Oh.So.Public. LOST DOG - Image Heavy )

I also got some ring delivered. If it's yours describe it. But mostly. The dog. Please.

Oct. 12th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

[public]

My therapist keeps telling me that I can't be afraid to go outside, that I have to get comfortable with this. But it is so much easier to stay where I know where everything is. Being out there? It's overwhelming. All the sounds, the commotion. I lose track of where I am, and asking for help is hard when you don't know who you're talking to.

Oct. 4th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

public

Has anyone seen Neil? Or talked to him?

Sep. 18th, 2015


[info]genome

Ocean's Eleven, PT: Meredith, Sam, Cris

[The hospital Meredith got moved to was more like a resort than hospital, at least it felt that way to Sam. It was a recovery and therapy place, yeah? But still full nursing and doctors or whatever, private rooms, and it looked like some place for vacation, and Sam figured Neil's guilt was bankrolling the thing hard.

Sam had been at Cris' a few days now, and she was clean. A pair of recently stolen, too-loose and cut-hem jeans, along with a long-sleeved green shirt stolen from Teresita's room, hair tied low, and Sam looked ok. She was starting to jones like crazy, though, and an early morning perusal of Cris' place revealed no money that wasn't in a fat, pink piggybank, and she wasn't that low YET. But, yeah, she needed something fast, or she was going to break that fucking pig. She knew it. Maybe she could find something cheap to sell, but she'd ask around first. She'd already pocketed a spoon for when she scored, and her belly hurt like it was eating itself through. She was jittery as a result, yeah? Like a string pulled too tight.

Maybe it wasn't the best day to go visiting or whatever.

But here they were, walking down the marble halls and passing gift shops and indoor swimming pools. Open doors revealed rooms that looked like hotel suites, and Sam was hella aware that she and Cris looked like maybe they'd ended up in the wrong place. That, or they were someone's poor relations or whatever, but they definitely didn't look like they belonged in this place. Sam edged away from the walls, like they were too clean for her to brush up against, and she motioned down the hall, to where the woman at the nursing station had told them Meredith's room was.

She'd asked, too, nosy, if Neil was there, and the nurse assured her Meredith was alone again, and she said it like she wasn't approving or something. There was a story there, yeah? But Sam, she wasn't asking.]

Sep. 14th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

[public]

Everything has gotten so loud.

Sep. 7th, 2015


[info]incharge

quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere

[Neil wasn't drunk.

He was hungover, though. After parting ways with Sam he'd stopped off for a couple of bottles of whiskey and got himself a hotel room. Drank himself back into oblivion. All afternoon, all night, and in the morning he dumped the rest out and got some coffee. He showered twice. Brushed his teeth three times. But even with a change of clothes and his skin scrubbed raw the sickly sweet scent of booze clung, faintly, and his eyes were bloodshot, his face haggard. Stubble had started to show. But he knew he needed to see Mere regardless of how he looked, and despite his fear of taking care of her he did want to see her. Guilt roiled in his belly; he couldn't eat anything. He seemed to only be existing on liquids these days, and sleep? Sleep was passing out drunk, that was the only way he could manage it. He wondered if pills could, eventually, replace the booze when (if) he went back to A.A.

For now, he focused on putting one foot in front of the other. On going into the hospital without turning on heel and running the fuck away like the coward he was.

Up the elevator and down the hallways, Neil shuffled along until he found her room. Nobody stopped him, nobody said he couldn't go in, so he knocked lightly before pushing the door open.]

Sep. 2nd, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

public & locked

[Fuzzy timelines]

[Silent Hill Crew]

[The post comes a little strangely as she gets used to voice to text.]

Thank you for helping me. I'm sorry for getting you involved in that mess. Thank you. I don't think I can ever repay you. Any of you.

[Public]

Change is never easy is it?

Aug. 9th, 2015


[info]genome

Meredith J, Louis D & Neil D

[From her closet, extremely messy.]

[Locked to Meredith J]
hey. ok?

[Group: Lou & Neil D]
sorry yeah?

Aug. 8th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

neil d

[Locked to Neil D]

(there's a delay in the post, chunks of it coming with minutes in between)

please hurry please hurry

Aug. 7th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

public

I can't find the key.

I can't find the key to get out of here.

I've looked everywhere and I can't find the key!

Aug. 5th, 2015


[info]predacious

Delivery: Meredith J

[Mercy has never been his strong suit, but one spider knows another. The neatly wrapped in brown paper and twine book is left addressed to her at front desk of the hotel.

Tucked between the cover and the front page is a simple note:

Do you realise the truth of your situation?

Do you want to win or do you want to change?

Your little anon friend.
]

Aug. 3rd, 2015


[info]mcrory

Louis D, & Aubrey R, Meredith J, Wren H, Delivery: Neil D, ETA: Neil D

[Locked to Louis D]
I would like to request your address. Somehow I still dk if the hotel will like, send you shit, if I just put your name on it.

[Locked to Aubrey R]
Girl, where do you even live these days?

[Locked to Meredith J]
So, I saw your public post. You and Neil are on a break or something? Also, hi, I'm Lin.

[Locked to Wren H]
Sup, bb?

[Delivery to Neil D]
[Sent to Neil's penthouse at the Venetian. Boxed up like it's from eBay, which, it is—is a beautiful, antique, classic lamp. There's no indication of who it's from outside of the seller. Packing peanuts, the lamp, and a hand-written thank-you note from the eBay shop. You're welcome, Neil.]

ETA: [Locked to Neil D]
Girl, holla @ me.

Aug. 1st, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

[public]

The city is starting to grow on me, bit by bit. It's not Vegas, that's for certain, but it's got its own charm.

Other than the normal touristy things, anything I should seek out in NYC to check out?

Jul. 26th, 2015


[info]predacious

Public

[As Larkin W.]

What else is there to enjoy about Marvel's New York besides the plethora of crime fighting?

Jul. 21st, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

[Public, Harry O]

[Public]

Well, the view isn't much to write about, that's for certain.

[Locked to Harry O]

I found a place, and I start tomorrow in accounting.

Jul. 15th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

Sam A

[Locked to Sam A]

[...] I just wanted to say that I hope you're doing well. I saw the post asking for help and Neil was so quick to jump to your aid and

Jul. 13th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

[Neil D]

How are you doing?

I just thought I'd check in, see how things

I miss you. Do y

[In the end, nothing posted, though the cursor blinks for a short time.]

Jul. 8th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

[Public]

Any good doors for star gazing?

Jul. 6th, 2015


[info]ex_perspecti86

[public]

I know this is a long shot, but is anyone here looking for any help? I've my accounting degree, but I'm willing to do just about anything.

Thanks.

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