the wilderness remains (not_who_i_am) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-03 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-10, c: kevin whitby, c: morag macdougal, type: thread |
WHO Kevin Whitby & Morag MacDougal
WHEN 3 October 2000 | whenever (after Eleanor stops by) Morag feels fit
WHERE Mungo's and then Morag's place
RATING Low/Med
No one said it would be easy, but no one said he was going to get a face full of curses either. He had no idea what he'd been hit with, he didn't even bother asking, hell he hadn't even managed to ask about Aunt Bridget until three days in; the room and the world had been too new, too challenging to worry about simply things like family members. When he had, it wasn't good news. He almost wanted to be back in a coma; Beardface didn't seem kosher with that plan and told him there was plenty other things to live for, like his new fiancee. His new fiancee that he meet over the stupid journal-thing that seemed- well he didn't know how she seemed, but either way he wasn't looking forward too it. Particularly when it was said she was "going to pick him up", couldn't he have just stayed in Mungo's? He and Beardface were becoming great friends! Okay, sarcasm didn't work so well when one was thinking it to themselves; but then, neither was reading the rather repeated journal posts. Someone was upset about the bombings, someone was happy about them, someone was angry... Over and over... He was beginning to wonder if anything useful was ever done with them. The only break in the monotonous sea of white was Eleanor's sudden appearance. Which seemed so strange, the one friend he figured would not be the type to just 'stop' in like that was the only one that had. Granted no one else even was aware, but it still seemed strange. Only now she was gone and he was back to the journals and there endless infinite repeats. He was almost hoping his 'fiancee' would show up. At least that would be different. |