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dads_hunting's InsaneJournal:
| Thursday, April 30th, 2009 | |
| 6:17 pm | When I figure out who sent me the link to the Supernatural slash? I'm sending you nightmares. ( Supernatural ) |
| Friday, January 9th, 2009 | |
| 8:42 am | Closed Third Person - Win Explains It All (backdated) Win waited until everyone got to his house to explain. No point in doing it more than once and he really wasn't in the mood. Something about being yanked out of his usual life, again, by whatever the hell was powering Tampa had shaved the edges off his patience. Not that there was much to it on a good day. He stayed closest to Maddie. Not that he didn't care about the rest of them, but she topped the list of his concerns. She always had, always wound. And he'd given her a good scare, disappearing that way, so he owed her time to stay close and to know that he wasn't going to disappear again. Not if he had anything to say about it, at least. The not-so-veiled threats from Jo and Dahlia were expected. Sam and Chris's relative silence was not. There'd be questions later, he was sure. He'd deal with them when they came. For now what mattered was that everyone was all right and that he now had the ability to watch over them, after a fashion. That made it better. At least a little bit. |
| Thursday, January 8th, 2009 | |
| 8:21 am | |
| Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 | |
| 12:00 pm | Plot: Gods Win didn't remember passing out. Not exactly, anyway. He must have, though, because he certainly hadn't been lying on his back under a starry sky the last time he was aware. Tampa, he knew. He was still in Tampa. That was still the same sky overhead, but what the hell had happened? As he sat up slowly, he did a mental and physical check. Nothing broken, nothing missing, nothing out of place. His head wasn't bleeding. There was no sign of his car. As he sat, the grass beneath him grew thicker, lusher, or so it seemed. When he climbed to his feet, he realized he stood in a ...garden? A park? Something. Rubbing his head, he wandered toward a side wall and then realized, in turn, that peering over the side was one, a long way down to...clouds? Nothing? And two...damn, that was a long way down. Dead? Was he dead? This was no kind of heaven that he'd ever seen. And yet, even as he thought that, the sky lightened fast, speeding through dawn to the clearest, most beautiful blue that he'd ever seen. No birds, no clouds, no angelic choirs. Just an endless expanse of blue. "Oh yeah. I'm dead." He paused. "Son of a bitch!" |
| Tuesday, January 6th, 2009 | |
| 7:29 pm | Closed - Plot He wasn't sleeping anyway. He was fairly sure that Maddie wasn't either, no matter how late it was, when he called and told her he was coming over. He should have been with her from the time people started disappearing, but he'd been trying to keep an ear to the ground on his own, see if his people--or his father's people, more accurately--had seen or heard anything and whether they were talking. But no, he needed to be with Maddie. He belonged with his family, all of them, but Maddie took precedence. So he locked the house, set the alarm and headed off across the city in his car. He called Sam and Chris, then Dahlia, on the way, just to let them know where he'd be if they went looking. He never made it to her place. His car was found on the side of the road, engine idling, with only the faintest damage to the bumper where it had drifted into a curb and bounced up against a street light. There were no signs of struggle. From the inside, the windshield looked like a HUD--a head's up display--that had been tinted for use in night driving. Looking through it, the road was crisp and clear, as illuminated as if it'd been broad daylight, despite the fact that the sky was still dark. When the sun came up, the tint didn't fade. Nor did the view through the car's front window. |
| Saturday, November 8th, 2008 | |
| 4:56 pm | Not to pitch a bitch, but someone want to tell me how to turn this off? |
| Friday, November 7th, 2008 | |
| 8:07 am | Son of a bitch. |
| Wednesday, October 29th, 2008 | |
| 9:21 am | |
| Friday, August 15th, 2008 | |
| 2:13 pm | ( Supernatural ) |
| Thursday, June 5th, 2008 | |
| 10:49 am | |
| Monday, April 7th, 2008 | |
| 10:39 am | Closed Third Person - Holograms Win didn't set an alarm clock when he slept, which was just as well, given that he couldn't have turned it off. Not being able to answer the phone when he could clearly see that it was business? That was a bigger pain in the ass. He couldn't call Dahlia or anyone else to ask for help, which was half a blessing as that might have killed him. He couldn't call Maddie to make sure she was all right. So he walked--and avoided other people on the sidewalks after the first time someone brushed through his arm. He walked to her place and stood outside shouting. Not that she could open the door, she hollered back. So he held his breath and walked through the door. Like a ghost. No, no he wouldn't think that. Like a hologram with a big stupid ass H tacked to his forehead. |
| Friday, March 7th, 2008 | |
| 3:13 pm | ( Maddie ) |
| Sunday, February 3rd, 2008 | |
| 10:55 pm | So there's another seven around the corner. Can't say as I'm looking forward to it. Nothing new there. |