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Mr. Soze has been home for the last few months, living out his old life again, just like he dreamed of.
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The next week.
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The next week.
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[for jmlevitt]
OOC meme
Because I haven't posted in ages...
Post here, and I'll tell you what Soze thinks of your character!
Post here, and I'll tell you what Soze thinks of your character!
OOC
OOC: Vacation Notice
I'm going to be out of town from Thursday morning (May 29th) to Sunday, June 9th with limited to no internet access.
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Just a heads up. I'll miss you guys!
:( ♥
Just a heads up. I'll miss you guys!
[narrative, dreams]
Life has been quiet. Life has been suffocating. He's been dealing as well as he can, but still, nothing feels complete anymore.
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In the morning, Soze gets up and washes his face for-- he doesn't know-- maybe an hour, just standing in front of the bathroom mirror and running the washcloth over his forehead and neck. He closes his eyes but doesn't consider going back to sleep. It's been weeks since any direct memories have crossed over.
When he snaps out of it, finally, it's past nine'o'clock, and he realizes he's going to be late for work. He calls in sick instead, voice raspy enough to fool them (but he hadn't been crying, had he?), and slips on his jacket to take a walk.
He doesn't make it to the door, though. He finds his new sofa and lets himself collapse on it, numb. It takes another twenty minutes before he gathers the energy to grab the old newspaper by his feet, which he does, propping it against his lap. From there, he reads.
So much for keeping a clear head.
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In the morning, Soze gets up and washes his face for-- he doesn't know-- maybe an hour, just standing in front of the bathroom mirror and running the washcloth over his forehead and neck. He closes his eyes but doesn't consider going back to sleep. It's been weeks since any direct memories have crossed over.
When he snaps out of it, finally, it's past nine'o'clock, and he realizes he's going to be late for work. He calls in sick instead, voice raspy enough to fool them (but he hadn't been crying, had he?), and slips on his jacket to take a walk.
He doesn't make it to the door, though. He finds his new sofa and lets himself collapse on it, numb. It takes another twenty minutes before he gathers the energy to grab the old newspaper by his feet, which he does, propping it against his lap. From there, he reads.
So much for keeping a clear head.
OOC-ish, over the fourth wall hooah
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