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[Dec. 6th, 2010|01:39 pm] |
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*has traveled to Dorthonion for a long-ish weekend to attend the big winter festival there, at Ashley's recommendation*
*wakes up bright and early one morning to go and have a bit of a wander in Buckleburgh (though really, they could have picked from any number of towns to stay in—Ashley wasn't kidding about the scope of local involvement) while Glorfindel sleeps in at the tiny B&B*
*wraps up warm, complete with scarf, hat, and sunglasses (partly to protect from the elements; partly to avoid being recognized outside of Gondolin, as has become a vaguely disturbing trend), and walks down to where an ice-sculpture contest is already in full swing*
*spends some time awed by some of the sculptors at work (drips and streams may haunt his dreams but ice...)* *gets so wrapped up in trying to work out how that fish isn't going to collapse once the support struts are removed that he entirely forgets which direction the B&B is*
*takes a map of the area out of his back pocket (not a very good or detailed map, unfortunately) and stares at it for a while in bewilderment (and this isn't a big town)* Hrm. Oh, wait, no...that way's north. I think? |
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[Jul. 27th, 2010|07:41 pm] |
*goes home to his shithole apartment, half-drunk and fuming* *grabs the half-empty bottle next to the TV, first thing, and flips the tube on*
*swigs in mostly-silence for the last ten minutes of some dumb sitcom, the liquor doing nothing to calm him (when his arm aches and he can still feel that skinny faggot's weight on him)* *keeps replaying it over and over in his mind: Mae Ellen sticking up for Jackie fucking Lee, and her letting her dickhead of a husband kick him, Joe, out on his ass* *he didn't mean to, goddammit, stupid bitch should know better by now*
*snarls and throws the empty bottle across the room to smash against the far wall* If this were fucking Chetcombe and I fucking knew where you lived, Jack-a-lene...! *belches and gives a wordless snarl of rage, scrubbing his hand off on his shirt in disgust* Fucking fag, don't touch me...
*out of the corner of his eye, catches the light glinting off the purple-stone necklace dangling from the shelves [least he don't go around shaming his daddy]* *squints hard at that thin golden chain, some vague memory niggling for attention* *...*
*pushes to his feet, grabs something from behind the TV and heads out, slamming the door behind him* |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|11:26 pm] |
*is on his way to meet Doc at Fat Fred's, when he gets a very strange, very short phone call*
*has no idea what to make of Doc's tone, or the words themselves (can you. I'm not at Fred's. I'm parked down the street. behind the old bookstore.), but doesn't ask questions just yet, instead agreeing with his own variety of shorthand-speak*
*minutes later, is moseying up to Doc's recognizable old pickup, which is parked at odd angles across two parking spaces (good thing the old bookstore's shut down)* *raps his knuckles against the passenger side window and lets himself in without waiting for an invitation* |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2010|05:32 pm] |
*is in Buckleburgh for the weekend, visiting her brother and brother's girlfriend (who's actually turned out to be a cool chick to hang out with, good for Freddy!)* *left strict orders for her housemates to collect and scour the newspapers for an answering ad while she's gone, of course*
*Sunday afternoon, finds herself installed up at the counter at Freddy's flapjack joint right after the lunch rush* *is planning to kidnap her brother for a matinee film before she leaves town, as soon as Fred finishes up in the back*
*sips her milkshake and swings her feet bouncily, reading through the local paper's movie reviews and trying to decide which silly comedy the sibling would like more* (*is a good sister like that*) |
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[Dec. 11th, 2009|11:02 pm] |
*it's a snowy Tuesday night in Buckleburgh, which can only mean one thing: griddle-hot waffles at Fred's*
*polishes off his fifth stack and settles back contentedly, one hand curled around his coffee mug, the other nudging his plate to the side* *licks syrup from his thumb and rumbles* Hits the spot, man. *thoughtfully* When's the last time we missed Unlimited Waffles? |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|09:30 pm] |
*having escaped the lunacy that is the Ecthelion-less Fountain (for the weekend, anyway), is in Buckleburgh for her brother's birthday*
*thought it might be a little strange, camping out on her brother's couch, but it's doubly weird considering her brother's girlfriend is also in residence half the time* *didn't even know Fred was cool enough to be dating anyone*
*Saturday morning, finds herself parked on a stool in her brother's diner (the name of which is hilarious to her—Fat Fred's, pfft, when Freddy's never been able to gain an ounce), helping herself to some of the best pancakes she's ever had* *damn, but that boy can cook* *...which might explain the girlfriend, at least!* |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|10:01 pm] |
*it's Unlimited Waffles Tuesday!* *locks up the scrapyard and jumps in the truck, heading right on over to Fat Fred's*
*parks and moseys inside (as casually as a six-foot-eight behemoth can mosey, that is), immediately spotting his usual breakfast-for-dinner cohort up at the counter* *grabs himself a stool alongside*
*...*
Dude. Put his clothes back on. |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2008|12:47 am] |
*it's a frigid Tuesday night in Buckleburgh, which means one thing—breakfast-for-dinner at Fat Fred's flapjack joint*
*coasts in with a gust of snowy wind and a chorus of jinglebells (courtesy of the welcome wreath), shutting the door firmly behind him* *breathlessly* Ho-lee crap, it's a monster out there. *pulls his hat off and shakes his hair out, waving hello to Fred and the girls behind the counter as he makes his way over to the table next to the Erumas tree*
*plonks down in his seat* *chipperly* Hey! Sorry I'm late. What'd I miss? You know it's, like, three degrees out? Man, I am starved. |
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