September 22 2008

Fucked

Who: Jason and Lina
When: Afternoon
Where: Jason's house

Upon returning to her house and actually looking around a bit, she found she actually did have a map and directory. Normally, at any other moment or on any other day, she would have looked at names, looked to see who was where, who had survived, who her neighbors were... but at this moment on this day, Lina was a bit narrow-minded. She only scanned for Jason's name, and after talking with him a bit on the computer, headed out. In the end, it was probably good that she was so narrow-minded - seeing who was around and so close by could have only made the day infinitely worse.

All the damn houses looked the same. Lina wondered what the fuck she was going to do with herself in this place. Working would be good, she could try to not think about how much this place reminded her of a military base, or of the fact that she'd killed somebody. Dave's little peptalk didn't really do much for that. She'd still lost it, he was still dead. At least she had no trouble finding Jason's house - she was glad to be close to at least one of her friends. Putting on her typical expression, she knocked, and wondered how this was going to go.

Jason wasn't exactly far, so he opened up the door quickly enough. "Hey." he greeted, smiling a touch, not that it lasted, but then, he was still dealing with the new situation and he never quite had time for pleasantries when in the middle of that. "Come on in." he added, stepping back so she could. War showed up to investigate, rubbing up against Katalina's legs before she started to head outside, and Jason bent to snag her. He didn't have a cat flap yet so he'd have to keep her vaguely in sight and the like.

"Hey,"

Introduction

It's late, but I am feeling more up to trying this out now. So hello to everyone who's out there that can read this. I'm Cheryl McKinney. I'm 22 and from Ohio. Some of you I may know. Some of you I don't. I'm sure I'll probably run into quite a few of you around town regardless.

I guess that's all I have to say right now. It's late and I don't really know what else there is.

Wooo, books!

Who: Diata and Hannah
When: Early evening
Where: Faded Pages

Two blocks down, two blocks right. Those were the directions Hannah had memorized to get to what was supposedly a bookstore in this tiny fake-ass town in the middle of nowhere because she hadn't brought a shit-ton of books with her to the experiment, and that meant that after nine months in hell house - even with all the trauma - she was fresh out of new material. She'd go mad crazy without something to read, so after visiting with Jason, she figured she'd try her hand at finding said bookstore.

Tire Theft

who: Gavin and Janie
where: their house, elsewhere
when: mid afternoonish

Janie had been dicking around on the journals for a while, and was starting to get that itch to her system that said she actually did want to go for a walk, see about a tire swing, and check out the cemetery. She also was vaguely wondering where the hell Gavin was, and if he was still in their room looking for bugs. Or cameras. Or both.

Coffee and Conversation

Who: Nate and Jillian
Where: Jillian's house
When: Late afternoon

Nate chose to drive to Jillian's house. In the scheme of things, it wasn't that far, but he was aware that he might go by that flower shop the girl had talked about. And he might buy something - and he wouldn't want to be carrying back flowers now, would he? So: car.

It didn't take him very long to get there after he'd stood from his compuer, but in his typical style, he'd had to go and change first, find something 'suitable' for a first meeting with a bubbly, friendly and ultimately traumatised twenty year old girl. In the end he'd chosen a casual pair of dark blue jeans and a cream open necked shirt that rested against the jagged scar on his neck. He'd rolled the sleeves up to just below the elbow as he'd headed out to the car, shades shielding his eyes from the sunlight.

Stalltime!

Feeling:
happy

Who: Liam and Dave
Where: Main Street
When: Morning

Liam set out before he'd settled in. So long as he could remember his address, he'd have all evening to figure out the inside of the house he'd been given. For now, he wanted the chance to enjoy the blue sky, the clouds, the pure, clean air... the vast amounts of space that he'd been missing for the past nine months. Liam couldn't get enough of it. He headed to the center of town, eyes scanning the booths set up with hand outs. It still seemed surreal and he wasn't all that sure he believed it. They hadn't let him go home yet, but... after all they'd been through, red tape made sense. That didn't mean he had to like it.

He squinted, shielding his eyes as he looked down the street. The first thing he needed to find was a pair of sunglasses-- something he'd been able to throw out for his time in the experiment. With all the lack of sun, his eyes burned at the difference. It was something he was going to have to adjust to. What a pain in the ass...

Dave was after a very particular item - a leash for that damn dog. Not that prophet was being that much of a pain, but he wasn't used to being in a town. Or near any other people. And he had a tendency to disappear off. Sure, Dave knew he'd come back but that was hardly the point. He'd grown used to having a large dog appear and disappear at whim, half the time reappearing with something dead hanging from his jaws, but they weren't out in the middle of the woods now, were they? So, Prophet would have to learn to stay on a leash until he could be taught to walk to heel, though Dave didn't even know if that was possible to train a fully grown dog to do.

and the interns reunite

Who: Cheryl and Drew and Jeremy!
When: Morning
Where: Out

enter hannah: the new and improved™

Who: Jason and Hannah
When: Late afternoon
Where: ELM STREET, baby!

There was a lot to be done to get her small home happily set up for the visually impaired, as Hannah had spent a significant portion of the day learning after navigating her way through the frustrating bureaucratic incompetence known as intake procedures. Counseling, her ass. If she missed the scientists at all (which she most certainly did not, thank you), it would be because the bastards had done all this shit for her before. There was the layout to memorize, supplies to Braille tag, everything needed organization. Hannah was not the most patient of organizers, either, so there came a point where she couldn't make one more label without screaming. Thankfully, Anubis seemed to be getting a little restless, and therefore she deemed it a perfect time to go for a walk. A short-ish walk, in a straight line until she could rope someone into helping her with the town's layout, but a walk nonetheless.

Leashing and harnessing Anubis, Hannah left her house (a bizarre notion after going so long with only a room to her name) and locked up behind her. After a quick mental coinflip, she decided to go left and follow the street wherever it took her. She'd been good with Anubis when they'd first been paired up and the months had only made their bond stronger, and she trusted him not to lead her into traffic or light posts or anything else potentially embarrassing and injurious. "At least I don't have a DVD collection or anything, right?" she asked the dog rather whimsically, a stupid little habit she'd picked up over the months. "That would really make me bugfuck crazy and kill some bitches."

Jason happened to be sitting on his porch. He was there, because he'd looked through his house, and it was just...a house. And he knew that Dave and Katalina were elsewhere in town. But there still wasn't any sign of Emma. He'd been assured he'd hear soon enough, or whatever, but it wasn't really that comforting.

Then again, none of this fucked up bullshit was. A town? In the middle of ass fuck russia? Yeah that was really not at all helping...oh, anything. Not that Jason could think of much that would. Nothing short of 'here's your boatload of money, here's your sister and someone to help care for her, here's your friends and loved ones, see you later we'll never bother you again'. And if he was being honest--that wouldn't have satisfied him either because it would be to easy and he would be looking for the catch. So, he was fucked no matter what, essentially.

Either way, he was sitting on the porch, War still kind of exploring the place. She was down on the bottom step, peering around over the edge on all sides, like she was waiting for something to grab her. Or maybe she was looking for Prophet hiding somewhere, who the fuck knew. He was more or less just waiting for her to decide what inanimate object nearby needed to die, and was rather hoping it wasn't his boot, which was still attached to his foot.

He was supposed to be spending his time settling in, but he wasn't. 'Settled' wasn't a feeling Jason would attribute to himself right this moment. After living so long in the house, and then wandering the woods for who knew how fucking long, the entire town setting was trippy at best. It was going to be a while before he could even remotely relax. He looked up though as he caught movement up the street, and he watched for a few moments. He saw a huge fuck off dog, which sort of made him wonder if he shouldn't put war inside. As the person got closer he saw that they were a short little thing. And closer still had him staring. Because he recognized them. He supposed he should have said something earlier, but didn't until she was practically walking by. It took him that long to decide he was really seeing her and Anubis, and wasn't imagining things.

"...Hannah?"

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Je ne sais pas que n'écrire dans ici plus. Les jours se sont tous brouillés ensemble et de beaucoup de façons il a l'impression que je n'ai pas quitté cette pièce. On croirait qu'en étant seul pour si longtemps, ils mourraient d'envie de l'attention et étant autour d'autres gens. Je ne peux pas le faire, il m'effraie pour sortir et devoir parler à d'autres. Être n'est pas à l'extérieur si mauvais, bien que je reste fidèle fermé dans les espaces. Je ne sais pas comment ne parler aux gens plus. C'est juste la phase deux. Ils vous isolent pendant les mois et vous collent ensuite dans un grand groupe des gens pour devenir normaux. Je ne suis pas sûr que j'étais normal auparavant, je suis sans doute pas normal maintenant. Comment doivent nous pour fonctionner ?

Je suis surpris ils n'ont pas forcé nous tous pour vivre ensemble pour traverser nos phobies. Il a l'air de quelque chose qu'ils feraient. Si vous voulez savoir n'importe quoi de moi, vous devrez demander. Qui veut dire de le traduire pour découvrir qu'il dit en premier lieu. Désolé, je suis juste pas en haut pour la conversation.

Adjustments

Who: Rebekah
When: mid morning
Where: her house

It was too much space. Either that, or it was too quiet. Rebekah hadn't exactly figured out what the problem was yet. Having the space of an entire house -- small as it was -- to herself was ... disconcerting. Though she should've been used to quiet, she'd spent a good chunk of time before all the confusion and questions in absolute silence. When they'd starved her. Though she supposed that was the difference. This place wasn't silent. Not completely. There were noises, and more of them once the sun went down. In the walls, in parts of the house she wasn't in. Scratching and the sounds of furniture moving that hadn't moved in years; she'd been ripped up from sleep the night before by a scream that echoed in the bathroom.

Her demons were making themselves at home.