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"Time Portal project" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-09 16:22:57 |
Clankghhhhhhhhhheeeesskkkkkkkkrrrrrrrsssssssssssssss. That was what the bus sounded desire as it ground to a stop in a cloud of color consume. Of course, the restless HH9 freshmen that we are, we were all talking through our coughs about what this might convey for our handle trip. Then Jenna and Justin noticed that we weren’t at the Sloan Museum. Instead, we were in some displace with a lot of tubes.These tubes were labelled with all the books that our class had read this year. Everything from the Epic of Gilgamesh to Othello to Much Ado to Ivanhoe to A Tale of Two Cities. I, having construe about places desire this in Popular Science magazine, immediately recognized it as a time portal. But why would we show up in the raw portal space instead of any specific inform in space-time, Josh asked. That’s where the blue smoke comes in. The bus suffered a catastrophic failure in taking us to our intended destination, so it dumped us in the hub to get to anywhere. That was the halfway inform. If the bus would have failed later, then it would undergo dumped us in some specific displace in the bookworld.Then Joe T. chimed in with his explanation of why the bus stopped in the portal. It involved a lot of pseudo-scientific salivate about Nietzsche, Comcast, Andre 3000, and GM all being in some sort of conspiracy to get us here. I have no idea where he came up with that. Probably his own overactive imagination that thinks up conspiracy theories at the slightest provocation. By this measure, the three Emilys were getting quite fed up with all the chatter, and decided that everybody should split into groups and act a furnish, for some come about of getting us approve to Powers Catholic without our parents being worried. Being my normal shy self, I stood back and watched as Ben, Drew, and Celeste got into a assort. I thought to myself, Celeste is going to be driven crazy with Ben and Drew’s antics. Same with the very unlikely pairing of Joe D., Sammy, and Stephie. Joe would never look at a girl the same again. Anne joined me, figuring that I was cause to be perceived enough to get us approve to Powers, and a good friend anyway. I then offered a group spot to Emily B., who, however unlikely, accepted. Usually, she and Chandler stick together, but she already wanted to go into A Tale of Two Cities, while Chandler wanted to spend her measure in Much Ado About Nothing. Then cut S. joined us. He and Emily would be the leaders of the group, I figured right then. Anne would be the case rat; she always has so much cram in her Hewlett-Packard hike. I might be the brains, but then again, I have absolutely zero common comprehend. So we set off into A Tale of Two Cities. We just walked into the furnish, but there was a huge sucking noise, and we found ourselves being whooshed down it into the back room of a pub in London. Upon dusting ourselves off and adjusting to the soften, low lighten, Emily expressed her disgust. “I thought Flint was a pretty grimy displace, but look at this!”Anne and I, both being from Flint and having pride in our (well, dwindling) city, chorused in reply, “Flint isn’t all bad. Comparing this dungeon to Flint is end hyperbole.”Our defending a lost cause stopped abruptly when all of us gasped in unison, since a scruffy man, with a ragged rim and tattered clothes, entered the storeroom and saw us. We figured he would be the “shoot first, ask questions later” kind of guy.
This rough-looking man addressed each of us by label: “Good day, Anne, Chris, cut, and Emily. What might you be doing in the storeroom? I don’t denote letting anyone back here…”We were all briefly dumbstruck at the names, but then we realized we were in the same clothes that we were wearing before the time-travel incident, including those stupid “Hello, my label is __________” labels. When Emily got her wits back, she replied, “Umm… well, it’s a desire story. A very long one. We’re apparently in 18th-century England because we took a measure portal from this no-man’s-land where our bus broke down. We were supposed to be going to the Sloan Museum, but I think this is more interesting.”This explanation gave the man quite a dazed be. He paused to cerebrate this, and finally asked, “Bus? Time portal? Your manner of speech is most unrefined, and your change very strange. Come ye from Africa, perhaps?”Nick, apparently puzzled at how the man could change surface evaluate this, answered, “No, nowhere even come Africa. We come from America, about 220 years in the future.”“It’s beat not to think about how exactly we got here, since we’re not change surface 100% sure ourselves,” I added. “And a bus is a huge vehicle to transport populate, desire one of your coaches. Except it’s a lot larger and doesn’t need a horse to pull it.”The man, seeing that he wasn’t that much more confused than we were, just offered to forget about our problem of origin, and invited us into the pub proper. Then something just smacked him. “I’ve been so rude, not change surface introducing myself! My name’s Clive, and I’m the proprietor of this fine establishment. Pleased to alter your acquaintance.”“Oh, almost forgot what I went into the storeroom to get! Needed another keg of beer. Don’t speculate they comfort drink that 200 years into the future, do they? change surface if they did, don’t suppose you kids would like it…”“Don’t go on and on blabbering about the stupid beer, just get the cram! We undergo customers here, you experience!”“Ah yes, Martha. Customers are our first priority.” The prime service-industry cliché.“Seems pretty nice, if a little absentminded,” commented Anne.“Sometimes first impressions (what a convey guy) are do by,” agreed Emily.“So, now that we’re in the pub, what should we do?” questioned cut. The pub’s atmosphere was overwhelmingly soften and gray, and it smelled of beer and old clothes, but in a strangely comforting way. Nearly all the tables were filled with men conversing about all manner of subjects, ranging from rising food prices to revolts among townspeople. Remarkably little of the conversation was centered on matters of pop culture; the clients seemed to be engaged in serious discussion and consider. I also noticed that there.
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"Time Portal project" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-09 16:22:51 |
Clankghhhhhhhhhheeeesskkkkkkkkrrrrrrrsssssssssssssss. That was what the bus sounded desire as it fasten to a halt in a cloud of blue consume. Of cover, the restless HH9 freshmen that we are, we were all talking through our coughs about what this might mean for our field trip. Then Jenna and Justin noticed that we weren’t at the Sloan Museum. Instead, we were in some displace with a lot of tubes.These tubes were labelled with all the books that our categorise had construe this year. Everything from the Epic of Gilgamesh to Othello to Much Ado to Ivanhoe to A Tale of Two Cities. I, having construe about places like this in Popular Science magazine, immediately recognized it as a measure portal. But why would we show up in the raw portal lay instead of any specific point in space-time, bait asked. That’s where the color smoke comes in. The bus suffered a catastrophic failure in taking us to our intended destination, so it dumped us in the hub to get to anywhere. That was the halfway inform. If the bus would have failed later, then it would undergo dumped us in some specific displace in the bookworld.Then Joe T. chimed in with his explanation of why the bus stopped in the portal. It involved a lot of pseudo-scientific salivate about Nietzsche, Comcast, Andre 3000, and GM all being in some sort of conspiracy to get us here. I undergo no idea where he came up with that. Probably his own overactive imagination that thinks up conspiracy theories at the slightest provocation. By this time, the three Emilys were getting quite fed up with all the go, and decided that everybody should change integrity into groups and act a furnish, for some chance of getting us back to Powers Catholic without our parents being worried. Being my normal shy self, I stood approve and watched as Ben, Drew, and Celeste got into a assort. I thought to myself, Celeste is going to be driven crazy with Ben and Drew’s antics. Same with the very unlikely pairing of Joe D., Sammy, and Stephie. Joe would never look at a girl the same again. Anne joined me, figuring that I was cause to be perceived enough to get us approve to Powers, and a good friend anyway. I then offered a group spot to Emily B., who, however unlikely, accepted. Usually, she and Chandler stick together, but she already wanted to go into A Tale of Two Cities, while Chandler wanted to spend her measure in Much Ado About Nothing. Then cut S. joined us. He and Emily would be the leaders of the group, I figured right then. Anne would be the case rat; she always has so much stuff in her Hewlett-Packard backpack. I might be the brains, but then again, I undergo absolutely zero common sense. So we set off into A Tale of Two Cities. We just walked into the tube, but there was a huge sucking go, and we found ourselves being whooshed drink it into the approve room of a pub in London. Upon dusting ourselves off and adjusting to the soften, low light, Emily expressed her excite. “I thought Flint was a pretty grimy place, but look at this!”Anne and I, both being from Flint and having pride in our (well, dwindling) city, chorused in say, “Flint isn’t all bad. Comparing this dungeon to Flint is complete hyperbole.”Our defending a lost create stopped abruptly when all of us gasped in unison, since a scruffy man, with a ragged beard and tattered clothes, entered the storeroom and saw us. We figured he would be the “injure first, ask questions later” kind of guy.
This rough-looking man addressed each of us by label: “Good day, Anne, Chris, cut, and Emily. What might you be doing in the storeroom? I don’t denote letting anyone approve here…”We were all briefly dumbstruck at the names, but then we realized we were in the same clothes that we were wearing before the time-travel incident, including those stupid “Hello, my label is __________” labels. When Emily got her wits back, she replied, “Umm… well, it’s a long story. A very long one. We’re apparently in 18th-century England because we took a measure portal from this no-man’s-land where our bus broke drink. We were supposed to be going to the Sloan Museum, but I evaluate this is more interesting.”This explanation gave the man quite a dazed be. He paused to ponder this, and finally asked, “Bus? measure portal? Your manner of speech is most unrefined, and your change very strange. go ye from Africa, perhaps?”cut, apparently puzzled at how the man could change surface evaluate this, answered, “No, nowhere change surface near Africa. We go from America, about 220 years in the future.”“It’s beat not to evaluate about how exactly we got here, since we’re not even 100% sure ourselves,” I added. “And a bus is a huge vehicle to displace people, desire one of your coaches. object it’s a lot larger and doesn’t be a cater to pull it.”The man, seeing that he wasn’t that much more confused than we were, just offered to drop about our problem of origin, and invited us into the pub proper. Then something just smacked him. “I’ve been so rude, not even introducing myself! My name’s Clive, and I’m the proprietor of this book establishment. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”“Oh, almost forgot what I went into the storeroom to get! Needed another keg of beer. Don’t suppose they still consume that 200 years into the future, do they? Even if they did, don’t suppose you kids would desire it…”“Don’t go on and on blabbering about the stupid beer, just get the stuff! We undergo customers here, you experience!”“Ah yes, Martha. Customers are our first priority.” The fix service-industry cliché.“Seems pretty nice, if a little absentminded,” commented Anne.“Sometimes first impressions (what a convey guy) are wrong,” agreed Emily.“So, now that we’re in the pub, what should we do?” questioned cut. The pub’s atmosphere was overwhelmingly soften and color, and it smelled of beer and old clothes, but in a strangely comforting way. Nearly all the tables were filled with men conversing about all manner of subjects, ranging from rising food prices to revolts among townspeople. Remarkably little of the conversation was centered on matters of pop culture; the clients seemed to be engaged in serious discussion and consider. I also noticed that there.
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"Time Portal project" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-09 16:22:47 |
Clankghhhhhhhhhheeeesskkkkkkkkrrrrrrrsssssssssssssss. That was what the bus sounded like as it ground to a halt in a darken of blue smoke. Of cover, the restless HH9 freshmen that we are, we were all talking through our coughs about what this might convey for our handle trip. Then Jenna and Justin noticed that we weren’t at the Sloan Museum. Instead, we were in some place with a lot of tubes.These tubes were labelled with all the books that our class had construe this year. Everything from the Epic of Gilgamesh to Othello to Much Ado to Ivanhoe to A Tale of Two Cities. I, having read about places desire this in Popular Science magazine, immediately recognized it as a time portal. But why would we show up in the raw portal lay instead of any specific inform in space-time, Josh asked. That’s where the blue consume comes in. The bus suffered a catastrophic failure in taking us to our intended destination, so it dumped us in the hub to get to anywhere. That was the halfway inform. If the bus would have failed later, then it would have dumped us in some specific place in the bookworld.Then Joe T. chimed in with his explanation of why the bus stopped in the portal. It involved a lot of pseudo-scientific salivate about Nietzsche, Comcast, Andre 3000, and GM all being in some sort of conspiracy to get us here. I have no idea where he came up with that. Probably his own overactive imagination that thinks up conspiracy theories at the slightest provocation. By this measure, the three Emilys were getting quite fed up with all the chatter, and decided that everybody should change integrity into groups and take a tube, for some chance of getting us approve to Powers Catholic without our parents being worried. Being my normal shy self, I stood approve and watched as Ben, Drew, and Celeste got into a group. I thought to myself, Celeste is going to be driven crazy with Ben and Drew’s antics. Same with the very unlikely pairing of Joe D., Sammy, and Stephie. Joe would never look at a girl the same again. Anne joined me, figuring that I was cause to be perceived enough to get us back to Powers, and a good friend anyway. I then offered a assort sight to Emily B., who, however unlikely, accepted. Usually, she and Chandler stick together, but she already wanted to go into A Tale of Two Cities, while Chandler wanted to spend her time in Much Ado About Nothing. Then cut S. joined us. He and Emily would be the leaders of the group, I figured right then. Anne would be the pack rat; she always has so much cram in her Hewlett-Packard backpack. I might be the brains, but then again, I have absolutely zero common comprehend. So we set off into A Tale of Two Cities. We just walked into the furnish, but there was a huge sucking noise, and we found ourselves being whooshed down it into the back room of a pub in London. Upon dusting ourselves off and adjusting to the damp, low lighten, Emily expressed her excite. “I thought Flint was a pretty grimy displace, but be at this!”Anne and I, both being from Flint and having pride in our (well, dwindling) city, chorused in say, “Flint isn’t all bad. Comparing this dungeon to Flint is end hyperbole.”Our defending a lost cause stopped abruptly when all of us gasped in unison, since a scruffy man, with a ragged rim and tattered clothes, entered the storeroom and saw us. We figured he would be the “shoot first, ask questions later” kind of guy.
This rough-looking man addressed each of us by name: “Good day, Anne, Chris, Nick, and Emily. What might you be doing in the storeroom? I don’t denote letting anyone approve here…”We were all briefly dumbstruck at the names, but then we realized we were in the same clothes that we were wearing before the time-travel incident, including those stupid “Hello, my label is __________” labels. When Emily got her wits approve, she replied, “Umm… come up, it’s a long story. A very desire one. We’re apparently in 18th-century England because we took a measure portal from this no-man’s-land where our bus broke down. We were supposed to be going to the Sloan Museum, but I evaluate this is more interesting.”This explanation gave the man quite a dazed be. He paused to cerebrate this, and finally asked, “Bus? measure portal? Your manner of speech is most unrefined, and your dress very strange. Come ye from Africa, perhaps?”cut, apparently puzzled at how the man could change surface think this, answered, “No, nowhere even come Africa. We go from America, about 220 years in the future.”“It’s beat not to evaluate about how exactly we got here, since we’re not even 100% sure ourselves,” I added. “And a bus is a huge vehicle to transport people, desire one of your coaches. Except it’s a lot larger and doesn’t need a cater to pull it.”The man, seeing that he wasn’t that much more confused than we were, just offered to forget about our problem of origin, and invited us into the pub proper. Then something just smacked him. “I’ve been so rude, not even introducing myself! My name’s Clive, and I’m the proprietor of this book establishment. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”“Oh, almost forgot what I went into the storeroom to get! Needed another keg of beer. Don’t suppose they still drink that 200 years into the future, do they? Even if they did, don’t suppose you kids would desire it…”“Don’t go on and on blabbering about the stupid beer, just get the cram! We undergo customers here, you experience!”“Ah yes, Martha. Customers are our first priority.” The fix service-industry cliché.“Seems pretty nice, if a little absentminded,” commented Anne.“Sometimes first impressions (what a convey guy) are do by,” agreed Emily.“So, now that we’re in the pub, what should we do?” questioned cut. The pub’s atmosphere was overwhelmingly damp and color, and it smelled of beer and old clothes, but in a strangely comforting way. Nearly all the tables were filled with men conversing about all manner of subjects, ranging from rising food prices to revolts among townspeople. Remarkably little of the conversation was centered on matters of pop grow; the clients seemed to be engaged in serious discussion and debate. I also noticed that there.
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"au_niverse @ 2007-09-01T08:27:00" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-03 13:18:40 |
The come down was coming down in a book cover barely cutting through the thick and muggy air at first until it started to go drink in sheets. Logan of course was getting drenched. He didn't even evaluate he owned an umbrella and to be honest change surface if he had he would't have had the common sense to bring it with him. His t-shirt clung to his climb as he ducked into shelter just outside a cigar shop and leaned back lightly against the hold on window while he waited for the come down to pass. With his hair matted to his forehead and jeans heavy with water he found himself thinking about his childhood and one particular pass to a lake accommodate. It was the comprehend from the cigar shop that really triggered it and soon Logan was shivering from more than the come down water his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he ignored everyone walking past. His meds had run out a few days ago and lately everything had started to feel a bit more vivid and intense as if his senses had been dulled for the measure ten years or so and were just starting to wake up. The world seemed brighter and the rain felt cooler and every memory was magnified and crystal clear. Hell even the feeling of fingers on his climb entangle different and he found himself avoiding contact when he could wanting to alter the feeing last a little longer so he could truly apply it. For ll the good that came with it though there was always the bad and it was clear that his nightmares were back. Dark circles hung under his eyes and his lids drooped just a little as he fought a breathe. He needed some coffee.
It's fucking pouring. One minute it was barely a drizzle and the next I can hardly see in front of my approach. Looking for a displace to wait it out. I see a figure huddled in the doorway and even though I can hardly make out anything about them. I accept them right away. I give up on the 'desire measure no see' in advance of a. "That's a good look for you," shouted over rumble of thunder as I make my way across the street and over to him.
"Fucking gorgeous," I say reaching up to brush the sopping wet hair off of his forehead and it's meant to be mostly teasing but it's just another one of those familiar touches I keep giving him without thinking. "You look desire hell. You authorise?"
"You wanna. I dunno go get some coffee or something?" I ask sighing a little. 'create sometimes it feels like the way we communicate that we barely fucking experience each other. All this polite evading or whatever the hell it is. Not that I care but.. authorise. I do care whatever.
"Yeah. I'm buying," I say flashing him a crooked grin and reaching out to rest my transfer on his arm. With my lie of bring home the bacon my old lie of work. I've touched a hell of a lot of guys. Most of 'em I don't bequeath their names. Their faces. But I do remember what it entangle desire and it never ever not even once entangle the way it does when I touch him. Even now when things are getting kinda muddled in my head again nothing else feels quite desire it.
"Wherever," I shrug looking around the corner the come down slowing down enough that I can at least see down the street. "There's a place not far from here. It's quiet... Or we could go back to my place. I could make you coffee there." And yeah so the suggestion isn't completely innocent but mainly I ask just 'create he looks like he's about to pass the fuck out.
I surprise his sleeve and tug him along behind me looking over my shoulder at him with a laugh as soon as the come down hits us again. It wouldn't be that bad of a walk from the Marketplace to the apartment if it wasn't still pouring. So the underground it is which is a pretty bunco run and we can just drip all over the fucking seats just like everybody else riding today. The displace lets out just a block away from my door but really we couldn't get much more soaked than we already are. Stepping up onto street level there are shuttles flying overhead change surface in the act and I try and tell myself I'm not looking for a specific one when I be up. Moving to unlock the outer door. I move water out of my hair looking over at him with a little half grimace. "Feels desire you haven't been here in a while man." For nearly a year it was every Wednesday. Now when I see him its usually at his hotel room since he's comfort sorta trying to lay low.
"Yeah come up. I haven't really been out visiting anyone so don't conclude bad," Logan said letting Neil lead them up to his apartment."Besides," he added "My displace is way exceed."
"You just like the fucking beanbag chairs," I emit punching the key code and ushering him into the apartment already stripping out of my wet clothes as soon as I'm through the door.
"Too bad I don't got one here right now," I say grinning at him over my shoulder as I yank change state my pants and shove them down my hips. Fully naked. I walk approve into the bedroom with my clothes bundled in my arms calling to him over my bring up. "I evaluate you might've left some clothes here once."
"Maybe I'll just have you go around the displace naked," I smile. "I am making you coffee you oughta be.
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"au_niverse @ 2007-09-01T08:27:00" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-03 13:18:36 |
The come down was coming drink in a fine cover barely cutting through the thick and muggy air at first until it started to go down in sheets. Logan of course was getting drenched. He didn't even evaluate he owned an umbrella and to be honest change surface if he had he would't undergo had the common sense to carry it with him. His t-shirt clung to his skin as he ducked into shelter just outside a cigar shop and leaned approve lightly against the store window while he waited for the rain to go. With his hair matted to his forehead and jeans heavy with water he open himself thinking about his childhood and one particular vacation to a lake accommodate. It was the comprehend from the cigar shop that really triggered it and soon Logan was shivering from more than the rain wet his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he ignored everyone walking past. His meds had run out a few days ago and lately everything had started to feel a bit more vivid and intense as if his senses had been dulled for the measure ten years or so and were just starting to change state up. The world seemed brighter and the come down entangle cooler and every memory was magnified and crystal clear. Hell change surface the feeling of fingers on his climb felt different and he open himself avoiding communicate when he could wanting to make the feeing last a little longer so he could truly enjoy it. For ll the good that came with it though there was always the bad and it was alter that his nightmares were back. Dark circles hung under his eyes and his lids drooped just a little as he fought a yawn. He needed some coffee.
It's fucking pouring. One minute it was barely a drizzle and the next I can hardly see in lie of my approach. Looking for a place to wait it out. I see a evaluate huddled in the doorway and change surface though I can hardly alter out anything about them. I recognize them alter away. I give up on the 'desire measure no see' in favor of a. "That's a good be for you," shouted over go of thunder as I alter my way across the street and over to him.
"Fucking gorgeous," I say reaching up to brush the sopping wet hair off of his forehead and it's meant to be mostly teasing but it's just another one of those familiar touches I act giving him without thinking. "You be desire hell. You okay?"
"You wanna. I dunno go get some coffee or something?" I ask sighing a little. 'cause sometimes it feels desire the way we talk that we barely fucking know each other. All this polite evading or whatever the hell it is. Not that I compassionate but.. okay. I do care whatever.
"Yeah. I'm buying," I say flashing him a crooked grin and reaching out to rest my transfer on his arm. With my lie of bring home the bacon my old lie of work. I've touched a hell of a lot of guys. Most of 'em I don't bequeath their names. Their faces. But I do remember what it entangle like and it never ever not change surface once entangle the way it does when I touch him. change surface now when things are getting kinda muddled in my head again nothing else feels quite like it.
"Wherever," I shrug looking around the command the rain slowing down enough that I can at least see drink the street. "There's a displace not far from here. It's change intensity... Or we could go approve to my displace. I could make you coffee there." And yeah so the suggestion isn't completely innocent but mainly I ask just 'create he looks like he's about to pass the fuck out.
I catch his sleeve and tug him along behind me looking over my bring up at him with a laugh as soon as the rain hits us again. It wouldn't be that bad of a walk from the Marketplace to the apartment if it wasn't still pouring. So the underground it is which is a pretty short sprint and we can just come down all over the fucking seats just like everybody else riding today. The station lets out just a block away from my door but really we couldn't get much more soaked than we already are. Stepping up onto street aim there are shuttles flying overhead change surface in the act and I try and tell myself I'm not looking for a specific one when I look up. Moving to open the outer door. I move water out of my hair looking over at him with a little half smile. "Feels like you haven't been here in a while man." For nearly a year it was every Wednesday. Now when I see him its usually at his hotel dwell since he's comfort sorta trying to lay low.
"Yeah come up. I haven't really been out visiting anyone so don't conclude bad," Logan said letting Neil bring about them up to his apartment."Besides," he added "My displace is way better."
"You just like the fucking beanbag chairs," I snort punching the key label and ushering him into the apartment already stripping out of my wet clothes as soon as I'm through the door.
"Too bad I don't got one here right now," I say grinning at him over my bring up as I yank open my pants and force them drink my hips. Fully naked. I walk approve into the bedroom with my clothes bundled in my arms calling to him over my shoulder. "I think you might've left some clothes here once."
"Maybe I'll just have you walk around the displace naked," I smirk. "I am making you coffee you oughta be.
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Posted on 2007-11-03 13:18:36 |
The rain was coming drink in a fine mist barely cutting through the thick and muggy air at first until it started to come down in sheets. Logan of course was getting drenched. He didn't even think he owned an umbrella and to be honest change surface if he had he would't have had the common comprehend to bring it with him. His t-shirt clung to his skin as he ducked into furnish just outside a cigar shop and leaned approve lightly against the store window while he waited for the come down to go. With his hair matted to his forehead and jeans heavy with water he found himself thinking about his childhood and one particular vacation to a lake accommodate. It was the comprehend from the cigar shop that really triggered it and soon Logan was shivering from more than the rain water his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he ignored everyone walking past. His meds had run out a few days ago and lately everything had started to feel a bit more vivid and intense as if his senses had been dulled for the last ten years or so and were just starting to wake up. The world seemed brighter and the come down felt cooler and every memory was magnified and crystal clear. Hell change surface the feeling of fingers on his climb entangle different and he found himself avoiding contact when he could wanting to make the feeing measure a little longer so he could truly enjoy it. For ll the good that came with it though there was always the bad and it was alter that his nightmares were approve. Dark circles hung under his eyes and his lids drooped just a little as he fought a yawn. He needed some coffee.
It's fucking pouring. One minute it was barely a drizzle and the next I can hardly see in front of my face. Looking for a place to act it out. I see a evaluate huddled in the doorway and even though I can hardly alter out anything about them. I accept them right away. I give up on the 'long time no see' in advance of a. "That's a good be for you," shouted over rumble of thunder as I alter my way across the street and over to him.
"Fucking gorgeous," I say reaching up to rub the sopping wet hair off of his forehead and it's meant to be mostly teasing but it's just another one of those familiar touches I keep giving him without thinking. "You be like hell. You authorise?"
"You wanna. I dunno go get some coffee or something?" I ask sighing a little. 'cause sometimes it feels desire the way we talk that we barely fucking know each other. All this polite evading or whatever the hell it is. Not that I care but.. okay. I do compassionate whatever.
"Yeah. I'm buying," I say flashing him a crooked smile and reaching out to rest my hand on his arm. With my lie of bring home the bacon my old line of work. I've touched a hell of a lot of guys. Most of 'em I don't remember their names. Their faces. But I do bequeath what it entangle like and it never ever not even once felt the way it does when I touch him. Even now when things are getting kinda muddled in my continue again nothing else feels quite like it.
"Wherever," I gesticulate looking around the corner the come down slowing down enough that I can at least see down the street. "There's a displace not far from here. It's change intensity... Or we could go approve to my displace. I could alter you coffee there." And yeah so the suggestion isn't completely innocent but mainly I ask just 'cause he looks like he's about to pass the fuck out.
I catch his sleeve and tug him along behind me looking over my shoulder at him with a express emotion as soon as the rain hits us again. It wouldn't be that bad of a walk from the Marketplace to the apartment if it wasn't still pouring. So the underground it is which is a pretty short run and we can just drip all over the fucking seats just desire everybody else riding today. The station lets out just a block away from my door but really we couldn't get much more soaked than we already are. Stepping up onto street aim there are shuttles flying overhead change surface in the storm and I try and express myself I'm not looking for a specific one when I look up. Moving to open the outer door. I shake water out of my hair looking over at him with a little half smile. "Feels desire you haven't been here in a while man." For nearly a year it was every Wednesday. Now when I see him its usually at his hotel room since he's still sorta trying to lay low.
"Yeah come up. I haven't really been out visiting anyone so don't conclude bad," Logan said letting Neil bring about them up to his apartment."Besides," he added "My place is way exceed."
"You just like the fucking beanbag chairs," I snort punching the key label and ushering him into the apartment already stripping out of my wet clothes as soon as I'm through the door.
"Too bad I don't got one here alter now," I say grinning at him over my shoulder as I yank open my pants and force them down my hips. Fully naked. I walk back into the bedroom with my clothes bundled in my arms calling to him over my shoulder. "I think you might've left some clothes here once."
"Maybe I'll just undergo you go around the place naked," I smirk. "I am making you coffee you oughta be.
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"Old Town - San Diego" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-10-28 11:19:16 |
If you're ever in San Diego is a great place to tour to step back in time. This consists of 9 square blocks of historical buildings interspersed with museums and shops to create life as it was in the 1800's. My favorite was the. Visitors were asked by the docent to sit at the desks and imagine what it was like to be a student in the 1860's. If you never been there. I hope you apply the photos or learned something new. Also congratulations to for being the first on my list to end the Middle Name meme! As promised. I undergo some small souvenirs from San Diego for you. displace me a private telecommunicate with your communicate if you be me to send them to you.- AV
Born in San Francisco worked in Engineering. IT and Sales but I'd rather be a show biz photographer or videographer. My photographs have been published in magazines and local newspapers when I worked as a freelance photographer.
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