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somethin' to atone for; part five
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agood-halfman.livejournal.com[Doyle wakes up late today...around lunchtime...and he's shivering, and burning up. His throat is raw sore...] Bloody hell...
[he tries to sit up, but the world is spinning around him. He lays back down and falls back to sleep for awhile. When he wakes again he still feels crappy, and every time he sneezes the demon side pops out. He groans and he grabs his journal]
( [Cordy] )
( [Lorne] )
[then he sneezes all over his journal and whimpers slightly as he falls back against his pillow. He's a sick boy. Pity him.]
[he tries to sit up, but the world is spinning around him. He lays back down and falls back to sleep for awhile. When he wakes again he still feels crappy, and every time he sneezes the demon side pops out. He groans and he grabs his journal]
( [Cordy] )
( [Lorne] )
[then he sneezes all over his journal and whimpers slightly as he falls back against his pillow. He's a sick boy. Pity him.]
somethin' to atone for; part four
Mar. 20th, 2010 08:44 pmagood-halfman.livejournal.comSounds like some of you are back at the castle? Wonder how long the rest of us have. Even more, wonder what to do with this bit of time. Any ideas?
( [Cordy] )
[set earlier in the day probably?]
( [Cordy] )
[set earlier in the day probably?]
somethin' to atone for; part three
Mar. 9th, 2010 09:00 pmagood-halfman.livejournal.comI forgot the kind of headache that comes from second graders. I've had worse, mind you, but [pauses....thinks....] Hey. I haven't had any of those lovely brain-searing headaches lately.
Eh, I'm too tired to try and figure that one out. I don't think I've got the same patience I once did. I think I could sleep for a year, and I'm just two days into this new job.
[and he's lounging around and being lazy at the Hyperion, feel free to bug]
Eh, I'm too tired to try and figure that one out. I don't think I've got the same patience I once did. I think I could sleep for a year, and I'm just two days into this new job.
[and he's lounging around and being lazy at the Hyperion, feel free to bug]
somethin' to atone for; part two
Feb. 16th, 2010 04:48 pmagood-halfman.livejournal.com[opens his journal and clears his throat, picks up his pen and taps it to the paper a bit, muttering] How the hell do'ya introduce yourself in one'a these...
[writes]
Hi. [crosses it out and tries again, crossing that out as well] Hello fellow
[sighs and clears his throat again, dictates] Ehm..hi. So Cordy said I should use this thing to get t'know people...introduce m'self. Name's Doyle. Isn't much more to say I suppose.
Might eventually need to find a job, but I've always been good at gettin' by. Besides, not sure what I could do. Don't really have a specialty. Don't bother askin' what I do back home, it isn't much.
[writes]
[sighs and clears his throat again, dictates] Ehm..hi. So Cordy said I should use this thing to get t'know people...introduce m'self. Name's Doyle. Isn't much more to say I suppose.
Might eventually need to find a job, but I've always been good at gettin' by. Besides, not sure what I could do. Don't really have a specialty. Don't bother askin' what I do back home, it isn't much.
somethin' to atone for; part one
Feb. 6th, 2010 06:17 pmagood-halfman.livejournal.com[guess who found himself, journal and all, in the Death Match?]
[rubbing his forehead, already started thumbing through the journal, because it was there]
A'right, so where's the blindin' pain for this vision? [and why does it not....feel like a vision?]
Think I need a scotch....'ey! I just said that! And that!
[and he has a scotch and is swirling it in the glass and sipping it, murmurs to himself] Oh, man...where've yeh got yerself now?
[open! Journal or in person, bug away!]
[rubbing his forehead, already started thumbing through the journal, because it was there]
A'right, so where's the blindin' pain for this vision? [and why does it not....feel like a vision?]
Think I need a scotch....'ey! I just said that! And that!
[and he has a scotch and is swirling it in the glass and sipping it, murmurs to himself] Oh, man...where've yeh got yerself now?
[open! Journal or in person, bug away!]