Doors

Late night TV is now Olympics reruns, "call me for a good time" advertisements, and infomercials. I swear I'm going to look into getting satellite.

[While still in the hospital, passed off as 'journaling']

[Locked to Jules S]

Just checking in with you. I do hope that you are doing well.

[deleted]

[Locked to Ethan C]

I get out on Tuesday if everything progresses as it has been.

Thank you, for your help.

[Locked to Bianca S]

I wanted to apologise for the near-silence as of late. I hope you are faring well.

[Public]
Looking for a man with a tattoo from his knuckle clear up his arm.

[The entry is written in a careful, elegant hand, darkly inked.]

It appears much has changed since I was last on Pyke. But, then much is as it was. The sea is coloured from the selfsame palette as my childhood, but it is colder now & more desolate. It continues its relentless thrashing & endless roiling, pursuing still its dream of reclaiming the rock and fortress upon & in which I sit, & yet I've seen only a mere handful of ships dotting the water's surface, no matter the direction I've looked. The Iron Islands have never been never heavily populated, I know, but the Bloody Keep, & indeed most of Pyke, seem to house no one of note but myself. Where has everyone gone?

[It's been a while since he last tried checking on people, and he's had to find Hunter in the interim.]

[Sam A.]
So you're okay then? Made me worry all for nothing?


[Jade C.]
[Picking up where they left off.] How does a pretty art thief kick you out of France?


[Jules S.]
You were right. You okay, pretty?


[Anon to Liam R.]
Meg wants to know how you're doing and I'm being greedy and not going through the door, so I figured I'd ask for her.

[Locked to Ian V]

( Mr. Vasey, we ain't ever met, but I'm real sure Meredith's already gone telling you about me. )

[Added, after talking to Ian.]
[Note on Loren C's door]
Stay away from the redheaded fool girl, and you're in the clear. No chatting. No typing. Nothing. - Jules

I need something other than Ny-Quil to get some sleep. Recommendations?

[After getting Iris settled.]

[Text to Loren C]
Need to see your face.

[Locked to Dorian G]
You still hereabouts?

[Locked to Basilio A]
Hankering for some real Italian?

I'm settled at my uncles. He's keeping an eye on me, but I managed to get to the store yesterday without anyone following. Just in case you were curious.

I'm not one to be a pessimist, but there's only so many times I can stand being knocked down.

[the post is scratched out and no further replies will be given]

[After all is said and done, a text message.]

Back.

[A note is left scrawled on Violet's chalkboard.]

Where are you? I love you.

I'm getting pretty fucking sick of dealing with dumbshit Louisiana cops who can't tell their own ass from a hole in the ground. I ain't saying I expected much, but when they're too busy posing for naked pictures on facebook to investigate a missing person's case - well, it's no wonder this town is constantly neck-deep in paranormal pig shit.

Even though she brought it on herself, she still deserved some common decency and at least

[Locked to Eric N.]

I need your help.

[ LOCKED to Jules S. ]

Its over. [There are smears of blood on the page.]

[Locked to Jules S.]

I'm moving in with my uncle, just so you're aware.

[Locked to Loren C.]

With my uncle. I'm sorry for earlier. I am.

[After this.]

[Locked to Dorian Gray]
There, honey?

Hello? I've never really written here before. Is anyone out there that I know? Anyone from Red Shield? Maybe it goes by a different name now.

[After this.]

[Locked to the Antique Anon]
We got to chat, you and me.

[after receiving this and before the in-progress log]

Anyone want to lay claim to sending me a teddy bear? Pink, really fluffy. Smells like roses? And not to mention, huge?

This place is not normal. I don't know what to do about this voice, but it's driving me mad. He says to use a key. I don't know where it goes, and I don't like following his directions. Who are these people and how do they go away?