Tuesday, December 6th, 2011

wrongkindofsith: (And now they ded from Cara)
[personal profile] wrongkindofsith
Cara's usual post-radio routine was to head back to bed for a few more hours sleep, but today she'd gone straight to the salle and begun running through forms, the calming sting of her agiels against her palms serving to keep her focused.

She wasn't sure how long exactly she'd been at it, though it had been more than long enough that even her teeth were throbbing in time with the agiel's touch, and the practice dummy she was using looked considerably worse for wear. It didn't really matter though, it wasn't like she had classes today.

[Open, as salles are.]
awakestheghosts: (Tears)
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Chloe ran out of tears some time around four a.m.

She didn't know why she was surprised. After all, everyone around her had been losing people and worlds for weeks or maybe months now. However, she had been able to pretend that everything was ok with her world when she was able to talk to Tori several times a day.

Only late Sunday night, Tori had called her...

...and Chloe had been on the phone with her when she was wiped out.

It had taken Chloe most of the day to process what had happened and for the numbness to wear off, and by that time it was after midnight.

Not wanting to disturb K-Mart with her crying, she had left their room and headed down to the common room. She made herself a cup of hot chocolate and curled up in one of the chairs with her hands wrapped around the cup. She didn't drink much of it, but she was hoping that it would help her get warm.

Tori. Derek. Simon. She had been through so much with them and now they were gone! Just gone.
[identity profile] exactlyaverage.livejournal.com
Jack had spent the entire day at the library... finding nothing. And after a hard day of finding nothing, Jack decided that the best way to blow off some steam was to get some gun practice in.

Truth be told, he hadn't fired a gun in a long time. In fact in all his time in Eureka, Jack wasn't sure there was time he had actually fired a gun.

Missles. Lasers. Javelins. Arrows. Sure. But not his gun.

He loaded up his 9 millimeter, posted his target and started to shoot.

"Man, I wish Jo was here."

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