Rudy Wade
08 December 2012 @ 01:04 am
Hey, mate. You're good with relationship bullshit, yeah? Would you mind giving an ear? I haven't really got anyone to help me get it sorted. Not to sound gay or anythin but you're the closest thing I've got to a friend in this shithole.
 
 
Kaylee Frye [Firefly/Serenity]
08 December 2012 @ 03:20 pm
So a year ago today, I came here to New Moore for the first time. It don't hardly seem like it's been that long, but there it is on the calendar. Don't really know how to feel about it, seeing as how I ain't home and hardly seen my crew since I got here, but has it really been so bad? I don't think so.

I have a lot of people here who I love and care about, and who love and care about me back, and I don't think I need much more than that.

Thanks, everyone. Everyone I know, and everyone I don't know, for being a part of my life here. When you get right down to it, my life's been pretty good, and it keeps getting better.

♥ Kaylee ♥
 
 
Lydia Martin
08 December 2012 @ 05:51 pm
 


Guess everything here isn't complete garbage knock-offs.
 
 
coinmover
08 December 2012 @ 07:30 pm
 
 The latkes are almost ready.  If anyone else would care to join us, there's still time.
 
 
▇ HOLMES ▇▇▇▇▇
08 December 2012 @ 10:00 pm
 
Who: Sherlock Holmes and Amureka
WhereSOUTH 402
When: Late night.
What: ahahaha. hah. Welp, it's Sherlock and America.

Never did get to this destination having placed word on the 'network' and being carried away with more interesting details. A good exercise in occupying his mind and keeping him from thinking about the larger picture. Ground up, starting over, alone and dealing with the idea that he was not real. His entire life was in a book or on the telly. Until now. A hard concept to wrap his mind around -- and going back to this being alone problem. Perhaps Father's bills had use after all. 

You never appreciate what you have until you don't. Common phrase. Completely inapplicable to Sherlock Holmes. No, he was fine. Work kept him busy, busy was good; boredom was dangerous.

He had details to mull over now, so Holmes finds the building easy enough and the flat. The door unlocked and pushed open just enough for all that light. Ungodly amounts of fake Christmas cheer. Hallmark knockoffs. Singing Santa Clause. Tinsel made to look like greenery, tinsel made to look like snow and ice. Snow flakes, hand woven table runners. He feels bile rising up as, deduced in moment, he concludes his roommate is a lunatic. Possibly an elder woman. (see: lunatic)

He closes the door and stands in the hall for a moment.