[identity profile] tess-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 308, Sunday April 4th
Morning
Kate and Tess' Apartment


I still ain't sure how t'take the dream. At least there's no question 'v it bein' strange 'r not, not with Kate 'n others havin' the same one, 'n with a few days gone past since we lay down t'bed. The part as bothers me most was I couldn't do nothin'. I was in the dream, part 'v it, but part 'v it so much that I couldn't act, just watch and warn and try t'be what I needed t'be. And with all that it's hard t'explain t'Kate. Syl might understand better, but when I went out by the Carnival she wasn't lookin' t'have any visitors.

The kettle whistles and I set coffee on t'brew. Drinkin' it seems like such a new part 'a my life with Kate, 'cause we only had tea on the farm. I've got a new life here, and even with all the troubles in town I wouldn't go back.

I call down "It's open!" when there's a knock on the door, and listen as Johnny trudges up the steps. "Mind you dunt track any mud in too!" I call as I get out some 'a the food I'd set aside. He looks healthy 'nough, but I can tell he ain't sleep the past day 'r two. Fair 'nough, since neither Kate nor I've bin well inclined t'that neither. I feel a brief strangeness as he crosses the threshold, leavin' his shoes on the mat. It's good t'know my work ain't bin wasted, though I've only just started. I got the idea from the Tavern, and the wards Verdandi's supposed t'have put up. I couldn't manage nothin' like that, but somethin' t'mark strangeness, well, that ain't so much trouble. And there's more 'asides that, in the journals, but I ain't up t'workin' it out yet.

"So," I ask him, "how've you bin since?" He just wraps his arms 'round me, and when I'm done bein' surprised I hug him back.

[Open to Johnny]
[identity profile] tess-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 308, Sunday April 4th
Morning
Kate and Tess' Apartment


I still ain't sure how t'take the dream. At least there's no question 'v it bein' strange 'r not, not with Kate 'n others havin' the same one, 'n with a few days gone past since we lay down t'bed. The part as bothers me most was I couldn't do nothin'. I was in the dream, part 'v it, but part 'v it so much that I couldn't act, just watch and warn and try t'be what I needed t'be. And with all that it's hard t'explain t'Kate. Syl might understand better, but when I went out by the Carnival she wasn't lookin' t'have any visitors.

The kettle whistles and I set coffee on t'brew. Drinkin' it seems like such a new part 'a my life with Kate, 'cause we only had tea on the farm. I've got a new life here, and even with all the troubles in town I wouldn't go back.

I call down "It's open!" when there's a knock on the door, and listen as Johnny trudges up the steps. "Mind you dunt track any mud in too!" I call as I get out some 'a the food I'd set aside. He looks healthy 'nough, but I can tell he ain't sleep the past day 'r two. Fair 'nough, since neither Kate nor I've bin well inclined t'that neither. I feel a brief strangeness as he crosses the threshold, leavin' his shoes on the mat. It's good t'know my work ain't bin wasted, though I've only just started. I got the idea from the Tavern, and the wards Verdandi's supposed t'have put up. I couldn't manage nothin' like that, but somethin' t'mark strangeness, well, that ain't so much trouble. And there's more 'asides that, in the journals, but I ain't up t'workin' it out yet.

"So," I ask him, "how've you bin since?" He just wraps his arms 'round me, and when I'm done bein' surprised I hug him back.

[Open to Johnny]
[identity profile] goddessnanshe.livejournal.com
Wednesday, sometime, somewhere in Dream

Once upon time there was a beautiful princess. Her hair was the colour of jet and her skin was the colour of nutmeg, and each of her teeth were like pearls. Flowers grew where she walked, so that the fields around the tower that was her home was carpeted in blooms as white as snow. The princess was very happy, all save for one thing: her fear that one day the thorn of one of the flowers would prick her. Her servants combed the field for thorns every day, trimming the stems so that it would be safe for her to walk. But still the princess was afraid, and she neglected to notice that each month the forest encroached closer on her home, until one day, standing in her field of flowers, she looked up to see the trees looming around her, undergrowth thick with thorns. Frightened, she fled inside, and as she ran she began her first bleeding, and the blood that trickled down her thigh fell to the earth and stained the roses around the tower a deep and brilliant red.

Inside the tower the princess was afraid that she was dying, for her father had always insisted that royal blood was the most precious of all things and must never be spilled. Weeping, she showed the blood to her old nurse, who laughed and kissed her cheek and told her this was the secret gift of women, and now she was blessed. So the princess wiped her eyes, and was no longer afraid of bleeding. But the thorns of the forest came for her all the same.
[identity profile] goddessnanshe.livejournal.com
Wednesday, sometime, somewhere in Dream

Once upon time there was a beautiful princess. Her hair was the colour of jet and her skin was the colour of nutmeg, and each of her teeth were like pearls. Flowers grew where she walked, so that the fields around the tower that was her home was carpeted in blooms as white as snow. The princess was very happy, all save for one thing: her fear that one day the thorn of one of the flowers would prick her. Her servants combed the field for thorns every day, trimming the stems so that it would be safe for her to walk. But still the princess was afraid, and she neglected to notice that each month the forest encroached closer on her home, until one day, standing in her field of flowers, she looked up to see the trees looming around her, undergrowth thick with thorns. Frightened, she fled inside, and as she ran she began her first bleeding, and the blood that trickled down her thigh fell to the earth and stained the roses around the tower a deep and brilliant red.

Inside the tower the princess was afraid that she was dying, for her father had always insisted that royal blood was the most precious of all things and must never be spilled. Weeping, she showed the blood to her old nurse, who laughed and kissed her cheek and told her this was the secret gift of women, and now she was blessed. So the princess wiped her eyes, and was no longer afraid of bleeding. But the thorns of the forest came for her all the same.
[identity profile] npc-excolo.livejournal.com
Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.


A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.


[OPEN TO ALL]
[identity profile] npc-excolo.livejournal.com
Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.


A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.


[OPEN TO ALL]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Continued from here.

Johnny's gone to the Tavern, feeling moody. He's joined by Jarmyn, and then to his dismay, Verite. Jarmyn, trying to be friendly, proposes a drinking game and Verite and Johnny agree with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

They've gone through several rounds, with Verite drinking for the bulk of them.

*****

'Ri raises an eyebrow at me. "Really?" she asks, raisin' an eyebrow, 'n I nod. "Not as I can remember, anyhow." She takes her shot as Jarmyn says he's never sung in front 'a folks in public neither, and then 'Ri gives him a mean little smile.

"I've never had a person's name tattooed on me." I blush some as Jarmyn protests, but dunt drink 'cause I sure's heck dunt have that. "I've never had anything pierced but my ears," he counters, and now they're just bein' mean.

"Wait," I say quick. "I ain't had anythin' pierced, so what do I do? I ain't got my ears pierced neither." It's not fair, wordin' stuff tricky like that.

Well, my turn again. "I ain't ever..." Huh. I've done lots 'a the sort 'a thing as pops into my head, and I search 'round for somethin'. "I ain't ever had a kid," I tell 'em. That ought t'be safe 'nough, 'less Jarmyn's got one kickin' 'round somewheres.
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Continued from here.

Johnny's gone to the Tavern, feeling moody. He's joined by Jarmyn, and then to his dismay, Verite. Jarmyn, trying to be friendly, proposes a drinking game and Verite and Johnny agree with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

They've gone through several rounds, with Verite drinking for the bulk of them.

*****

'Ri raises an eyebrow at me. "Really?" she asks, raisin' an eyebrow, 'n I nod. "Not as I can remember, anyhow." She takes her shot as Jarmyn says he's never sung in front 'a folks in public neither, and then 'Ri gives him a mean little smile.

"I've never had a person's name tattooed on me." I blush some as Jarmyn protests, but dunt drink 'cause I sure's heck dunt have that. "I've never had anything pierced but my ears," he counters, and now they're just bein' mean.

"Wait," I say quick. "I ain't had anythin' pierced, so what do I do? I ain't got my ears pierced neither." It's not fair, wordin' stuff tricky like that.

Well, my turn again. "I ain't ever..." Huh. I've done lots 'a the sort 'a thing as pops into my head, and I search 'round for somethin'. "I ain't ever had a kid," I tell 'em. That ought t'be safe 'nough, 'less Jarmyn's got one kickin' 'round somewheres.
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 278, Friday March 5th
Sundown
The Tavern

They hanged that man from the jail. I ain't surprised any, and I'm glad they did. But I can't remember seein' somethin' like that 'afore now, and the memory 'v it's still with me near two weeks later. I went t'watch, 'cause it seemed like I ought, havin' bin in jail and all myself. But the scent 'v the whole thing turned my stomach, all yellow fear 'n crusted brown anger 'n sour blue satisfaction.

I ain't bin by the Tavern in a while now. Damien's still playin' there, and I'm sure folks have learned better, after there was that other fight over that new boy. But 'Ri's friend Lannie's bin a bit 'v a pain when I'm here, and so I've bin spendin' more time at home 'r with Tess in the evenin'. Not much though, since she 'n Kate 'r still settlin' in.

That whole lunch 'n afternoon with Mr. Laclos threw me some, and not just 'cause Tess thought there was somethin' strange with lots 'a people then. She told me what Kate said, that it might 'v bin some new magic, like the forgettin', and it got me down. How 'm I supposed t'figure stuff out for myself 'f I can't ever be sure I'm thinkin' straight? She said Kate was pretty man 'bout it, and I understand.

Thomas is workin' the bar, and I order a beer and find myself a table kind 'v out 'a the way. It's a busy Friday night, and while I sort 'a want t'be 'round people, I ain't sure I want company.

[Open]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 278, Friday March 5th
Sundown
The Tavern

They hanged that man from the jail. I ain't surprised any, and I'm glad they did. But I can't remember seein' somethin' like that 'afore now, and the memory 'v it's still with me near two weeks later. I went t'watch, 'cause it seemed like I ought, havin' bin in jail and all myself. But the scent 'v the whole thing turned my stomach, all yellow fear 'n crusted brown anger 'n sour blue satisfaction.

I ain't bin by the Tavern in a while now. Damien's still playin' there, and I'm sure folks have learned better, after there was that other fight over that new boy. But 'Ri's friend Lannie's bin a bit 'v a pain when I'm here, and so I've bin spendin' more time at home 'r with Tess in the evenin'. Not much though, since she 'n Kate 'r still settlin' in.

That whole lunch 'n afternoon with Mr. Laclos threw me some, and not just 'cause Tess thought there was somethin' strange with lots 'a people then. She told me what Kate said, that it might 'v bin some new magic, like the forgettin', and it got me down. How 'm I supposed t'figure stuff out for myself 'f I can't ever be sure I'm thinkin' straight? She said Kate was pretty man 'bout it, and I understand.

Thomas is workin' the bar, and I order a beer and find myself a table kind 'v out 'a the way. It's a busy Friday night, and while I sort 'a want t'be 'round people, I ain't sure I want company.

[Open]
[identity profile] npc-excolo.livejournal.com
Sunday, February 14th
Valentine's Day


I sit on my bed with my legs crossed, writing real careful in my notebook. MRS CLARA GRANGER I write, all tidy, then underneath I practice my signature. Clara Granger. That nice man at the market swore it wouldn't take too long for him to propose after he drank the potion. After I practice my signature a few times I write our names together. PETER AND CLARA, and I put them inside a nice big heart.

I hear Momma shouting for me and I sigh. I know she won't approve when Peter and I get together, cos he is a bunch older than me and she says seventeen is way too young to settle down. But I know she married Pop at nineteen, so she's just a hypocrite. And Peter's a real good catch - got his own job, his own place. There's that Maya of course to worry about, I think, and I push my pencil a bit too hard into the page and the point breaks. But once Peter's had the potion he won't remember that he likes her. I just need to work out how to get it to him.

Momma shouts again.

"Coming!" I shout. I know she wants me to go to that dumb Valentine's market and help her sell quilts. Ugh. But Peter might be around town, so I check my hair is nice before I go down.

***


This punch just don't look too appetising. I sigh and shout for Clara again. What is that girl doing? Probably dreaming about that barman. She thinks I don't know she's moony about him. I'm just glad he's got a sweetheart, or else he might go for my Clara - she's real pretty and men like adoring girls. He's much too old for her. I taste the punch and it's real nice, course it is, made from our fruits, but the colour just don't pop. Feeling a bit guilty, I get out some food colourant and drop it in, and it goes a nice reddish colour. That's about right for Valentine's, ain't it? I stopper up the barrel. Clara comes down.

"Get those quilts in the cart, will you?" I say, hustling her out and then getting the punch on the wagon. Roads are clear, so we get set up easy. Just a few stalls for this - jewellery, flowers, all kinds of novelties. I put out the prettiest quilts - maybe some guy'll think one'd make a nice present for his wife, and more practical than earbobs - and set up the punch.

"Free punch, sir?" I say, holding out a cup. After a bit of prodding I get Clara dishing up punch too. Hopefully it'll be a good day.

[OPEN]
[Closed]
[identity profile] npc-excolo.livejournal.com
Sunday, February 14th
Valentine's Day


I sit on my bed with my legs crossed, writing real careful in my notebook. MRS CLARA GRANGER I write, all tidy, then underneath I practice my signature. Clara Granger. That nice man at the market swore it wouldn't take too long for him to propose after he drank the potion. After I practice my signature a few times I write our names together. PETER AND CLARA, and I put them inside a nice big heart.

I hear Momma shouting for me and I sigh. I know she won't approve when Peter and I get together, cos he is a bunch older than me and she says seventeen is way too young to settle down. But I know she married Pop at nineteen, so she's just a hypocrite. And Peter's a real good catch - got his own job, his own place. There's that Maya of course to worry about, I think, and I push my pencil a bit too hard into the page and the point breaks. But once Peter's had the potion he won't remember that he likes her. I just need to work out how to get it to him.

Momma shouts again.

"Coming!" I shout. I know she wants me to go to that dumb Valentine's market and help her sell quilts. Ugh. But Peter might be around town, so I check my hair is nice before I go down.

***


This punch just don't look too appetising. I sigh and shout for Clara again. What is that girl doing? Probably dreaming about that barman. She thinks I don't know she's moony about him. I'm just glad he's got a sweetheart, or else he might go for my Clara - she's real pretty and men like adoring girls. He's much too old for her. I taste the punch and it's real nice, course it is, made from our fruits, but the colour just don't pop. Feeling a bit guilty, I get out some food colourant and drop it in, and it goes a nice reddish colour. That's about right for Valentine's, ain't it? I stopper up the barrel. Clara comes down.

"Get those quilts in the cart, will you?" I say, hustling her out and then getting the punch on the wagon. Roads are clear, so we get set up easy. Just a few stalls for this - jewellery, flowers, all kinds of novelties. I put out the prettiest quilts - maybe some guy'll think one'd make a nice present for his wife, and more practical than earbobs - and set up the punch.

"Free punch, sir?" I say, holding out a cup. After a bit of prodding I get Clara dishing up punch too. Hopefully it'll be a good day.

[OPEN]
[Closed]
[identity profile] damien-dw.livejournal.com
 Night  of Friday February 12
 Dreamspace



I am tired but not exhausted. It has been a long week following another long week.  I really enjoyed performing with Wanda. I hope we can do it again,  probably only before the baby is born, after she's likely going to be too busy.  Monday was hell.  Dorian had us moving things from the front to the back so it wouldn't get damaged if they broke the window. He seemed to be expecting them to break it.

Good thing that didn't happen. So we put everything back.  And things slowly go back to something like normal. for most things.

i've been worried about Johnny ever since that week he spent in jail.  We couldn't talk much while he was in there, not with the deputies hovering around. But once he was out he still didn;t say much about it.  Granted I haven't mentioned what Tess said to me.  But something is bothering him and I wish he'd tell me what it is.

Guess I must have fallen asleep thinking about him, because when I open my eyes inside my dream I'm standing in a hall of mirrors facing the largest of them and  he's there on the other side.  I step through  to his dream ,pulling my wings around me like a cloak.

[Open to Johnny]
[identity profile] damien-dw.livejournal.com
 Night  of Friday February 12
 Dreamspace



I am tired but not exhausted. It has been a long week following another long week.  I really enjoyed performing with Wanda. I hope we can do it again,  probably only before the baby is born, after she's likely going to be too busy.  Monday was hell.  Dorian had us moving things from the front to the back so it wouldn't get damaged if they broke the window. He seemed to be expecting them to break it.

Good thing that didn't happen. So we put everything back.  And things slowly go back to something like normal. for most things.

i've been worried about Johnny ever since that week he spent in jail.  We couldn't talk much while he was in there, not with the deputies hovering around. But once he was out he still didn;t say much about it.  Granted I haven't mentioned what Tess said to me.  But something is bothering him and I wish he'd tell me what it is.

Guess I must have fallen asleep thinking about him, because when I open my eyes inside my dream I'm standing in a hall of mirrors facing the largest of them and  he's there on the other side.  I step through  to his dream ,pulling my wings around me like a cloak.

[Open to Johnny]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 250, Friday February 5th
Evening
Jail


It's bin a good week since I landed here. A couple 'a the guys in the fight were in too, fer a few days, but they've bin released since. Deputy Hollow says I'll be out soon, too. Doin' work t'make up fer the harm I caused. But the Reaves' have bin makin' a fuss 'bout it 'cause 'a how bad some 'a them boys got hurt 'n 'cause the Sheriff still ain't found out who killed Mr. Reaves.

Tess was right mad at me. 'F it hadn't bin just when she was movin' in with Kate I think it wouldn't 'a gone like that, but she spent a good hour yellin' at me the day after. She smelled scared, though. I can hardly think 'v a time I've felt worse 'n that, 'cept maybe after chasin' Luke, 'r that time I told 'Ri I was with Damien.

They've bin real supportive at least. They ran a letter over t'Mr. White explainin' what happened and why I wouldn't be in, and they brought some stuff from my place t'keep safe with Tess. It'd have bin a lot harder, worryin' 'bout what was goin' t'happen t'me, without 'em.

But then Wednesday came, and Paul rode in with word from Pa. I could hear the shoutin' from the Sheriff's, and it sounded real ugly. Even the guy in the cell next t'me stirred, and he's hardly moved since he got dragged in. Paul's face was near purple when he came inside, and I was near glad fer the bars.

He told me just what he thought 'a me bein' with Damien. I never thought I'd hear one 'a my brothers say stuff like that. Pa wasn't comin' in, he said, 'cause he couldn't stomach t'see me. And none 'a them are goin' t'have anythin' t'do with me, Pa said, 'till I came back home t'make penance fer livin' in sin. I can't figure Pa'd make that easy, either.

I asked him "What 'bout Tess?", 'cause why not, 'f I'm already in trouble. He said the same went fer her - 'f she dint give up playin' at livin' like a man with some woman, she'd be goin' home whether she wanted 'r not. He said Pa was tired 'a her livin' however she liked with no thought t'the family's needs. That she 'n me was too valuable t'the family t'get exiled, and 'f we dint come seekin' redemption soon, it'd be brought t'us.

And then he left. Just stomped out.

And now I'm gettin' let out, but what'll I do? Work, like Deputy Hollow says, but what'll it mean? 'F I'm just by myself? I ain't bin home much since I came into town, but the Family's always bin there, my family's always bin there. If I ever needed, I could just go home.

And now I can't. Not unless I give up what I've got since I left.

[Closed]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 250, Friday February 5th
Evening
Jail


It's bin a good week since I landed here. A couple 'a the guys in the fight were in too, fer a few days, but they've bin released since. Deputy Hollow says I'll be out soon, too. Doin' work t'make up fer the harm I caused. But the Reaves' have bin makin' a fuss 'bout it 'cause 'a how bad some 'a them boys got hurt 'n 'cause the Sheriff still ain't found out who killed Mr. Reaves.

Tess was right mad at me. 'F it hadn't bin just when she was movin' in with Kate I think it wouldn't 'a gone like that, but she spent a good hour yellin' at me the day after. She smelled scared, though. I can hardly think 'v a time I've felt worse 'n that, 'cept maybe after chasin' Luke, 'r that time I told 'Ri I was with Damien.

They've bin real supportive at least. They ran a letter over t'Mr. White explainin' what happened and why I wouldn't be in, and they brought some stuff from my place t'keep safe with Tess. It'd have bin a lot harder, worryin' 'bout what was goin' t'happen t'me, without 'em.

But then Wednesday came, and Paul rode in with word from Pa. I could hear the shoutin' from the Sheriff's, and it sounded real ugly. Even the guy in the cell next t'me stirred, and he's hardly moved since he got dragged in. Paul's face was near purple when he came inside, and I was near glad fer the bars.

He told me just what he thought 'a me bein' with Damien. I never thought I'd hear one 'a my brothers say stuff like that. Pa wasn't comin' in, he said, 'cause he couldn't stomach t'see me. And none 'a them are goin' t'have anythin' t'do with me, Pa said, 'till I came back home t'make penance fer livin' in sin. I can't figure Pa'd make that easy, either.

I asked him "What 'bout Tess?", 'cause why not, 'f I'm already in trouble. He said the same went fer her - 'f she dint give up playin' at livin' like a man with some woman, she'd be goin' home whether she wanted 'r not. He said Pa was tired 'a her livin' however she liked with no thought t'the family's needs. That she 'n me was too valuable t'the family t'get exiled, and 'f we dint come seekin' redemption soon, it'd be brought t'us.

And then he left. Just stomped out.

And now I'm gettin' let out, but what'll I do? Work, like Deputy Hollow says, but what'll it mean? 'F I'm just by myself? I ain't bin home much since I came into town, but the Family's always bin there, my family's always bin there. If I ever needed, I could just go home.

And now I can't. Not unless I give up what I've got since I left.

[Closed]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 235, Thursday January 21
A bit too late but sobering up
The Sheriff's Office


Johnny's got into a fight with some local boys over Damien. The bunch of them, along with Damien and Gaueko, have been dragged off to the Sheriff's office by Deputies Hollow and Linford. The other guys are hurt badly, and Johnny's not making friends with Deputy Hollow.

***

[Open to those from before]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 235, Thursday January 21
A bit too late but sobering up
The Sheriff's Office


Johnny's got into a fight with some local boys over Damien. The bunch of them, along with Damien and Gaueko, have been dragged off to the Sheriff's office by Deputies Hollow and Linford. The other guys are hurt badly, and Johnny's not making friends with Deputy Hollow.

***

[Open to those from before]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 235, Thursday January 21
A bit too late and a bit too drunk
Silk Road


I was so glad when things came back and I started believin' Damien again. It just seemed so strange, me 'n 'em together than it was like meetin' all over again, but not in the best way. I've bin feelin' guilty 'bout it fer days now and no matter that Damien ain't acted like they was hurt by it. I know they get lots 'a trouble and it just seems so unfair that this happened now when things have bin goin' better.

Tess came by and asked me 'n Damien t'come celebrate her movin' in with Kate, and I want us t'go 'cause she's goin' t'need that when Ma 'n Pa hear 'bout it. And then I suppose they'll be hearin' 'bout Damien 'cause it's real hard t'be so careful. Already I've bin hearin' a few remarks from folk 'round my age, and no matter that there's some folk as ain't bin married themselves and live with someone close, it ain't the same fer them. 'Cause I'm from the farms, and 'cause Damien's, well, Damien.

It dunt help none either that Damien's bin playin' at the Tavern and I know well 'nough how pretty they can be, and it's got me worried some. That ugly mood from the late fall ain't gone away, really, just simmered down under winter and with that Vale girl bein' found folks is real edgy even 'f she did work at the 'Boy.

I've bin ignorin' some 'a the laughter tonight. Reaves and some 'a his cronies have bin doin' that stupid thing where they jostle me 'r all look pointedly at me and so I have another beer t'ignore 'em more, and tonight it just keeps goin'. I think they'd be doin' it t'Damien too only they're playin' and Verdi won't be pleased 'f they do - Thomas already cut one 'v 'em off fer an ugly sort 'a remark, and his face has bin gettin' right hard as the night goes on and they keep gettin' rowdier and louder and meaner.

This time when I go up t'the bar he cuts me off. "You've had 'nough, John," he tells me. "Don't you have to be up early for Mr White? I'll want to see you there when I do pick-ups for Verdi." I'd be pissed but I can smell that he's angry and worried all at once, even over the reek 'v purple viciousness comin' from Reaves' table and so I just nod, grab my coat, and walk out into the dark, not even botherin' t'say 'bye' t'Damien. It's best 'f I dunt 'cause I'm took drunk 'n too mad and I might kiss 'em 'r somethin' and it wouldn't turn well.

I hear a scuff 'v a shoe on the slushy ground and someone pulls my shoulder 'round. "Ain't you goin' t'wait fer yer boyfriend Thiess?" someone says, and then someone says "You mean his girlfriend dunt you?" and then someone else shoves me down and someone else gives me a kick and then I'm up and my blood's rushin' in my ears and my skin's tremblin' t'slip and I hit the closest one hard in the belly and he folds up.

There's a pause and then they go fer me 'cause I ain't too tall and they're a couple 'a years older but the wolf inside makes me strong and the anger and guilt 'n drink make me mean and there's a crack 'v bone and then again and now I ain't even thinkin' of who I'm hittin' 'r what 'r where and there's shoutin' somewhere away but all I'm thinkin' is I'm goin' t'fuckin' kill 'em.

[Open to Damien, Liam, Jack; others by request]
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Day 235, Thursday January 21
A bit too late and a bit too drunk
Silk Road


I was so glad when things came back and I started believin' Damien again. It just seemed so strange, me 'n 'em together than it was like meetin' all over again, but not in the best way. I've bin feelin' guilty 'bout it fer days now and no matter that Damien ain't acted like they was hurt by it. I know they get lots 'a trouble and it just seems so unfair that this happened now when things have bin goin' better.

Tess came by and asked me 'n Damien t'come celebrate her movin' in with Kate, and I want us t'go 'cause she's goin' t'need that when Ma 'n Pa hear 'bout it. And then I suppose they'll be hearin' 'bout Damien 'cause it's real hard t'be so careful. Already I've bin hearin' a few remarks from folk 'round my age, and no matter that there's some folk as ain't bin married themselves and live with someone close, it ain't the same fer them. 'Cause I'm from the farms, and 'cause Damien's, well, Damien.

It dunt help none either that Damien's bin playin' at the Tavern and I know well 'nough how pretty they can be, and it's got me worried some. That ugly mood from the late fall ain't gone away, really, just simmered down under winter and with that Vale girl bein' found folks is real edgy even 'f she did work at the 'Boy.

I've bin ignorin' some 'a the laughter tonight. Reaves and some 'a his cronies have bin doin' that stupid thing where they jostle me 'r all look pointedly at me and so I have another beer t'ignore 'em more, and tonight it just keeps goin'. I think they'd be doin' it t'Damien too only they're playin' and Verdi won't be pleased 'f they do - Thomas already cut one 'v 'em off fer an ugly sort 'a remark, and his face has bin gettin' right hard as the night goes on and they keep gettin' rowdier and louder and meaner.

This time when I go up t'the bar he cuts me off. "You've had 'nough, John," he tells me. "Don't you have to be up early for Mr White? I'll want to see you there when I do pick-ups for Verdi." I'd be pissed but I can smell that he's angry and worried all at once, even over the reek 'v purple viciousness comin' from Reaves' table and so I just nod, grab my coat, and walk out into the dark, not even botherin' t'say 'bye' t'Damien. It's best 'f I dunt 'cause I'm took drunk 'n too mad and I might kiss 'em 'r somethin' and it wouldn't turn well.

I hear a scuff 'v a shoe on the slushy ground and someone pulls my shoulder 'round. "Ain't you goin' t'wait fer yer boyfriend Thiess?" someone says, and then someone says "You mean his girlfriend dunt you?" and then someone else shoves me down and someone else gives me a kick and then I'm up and my blood's rushin' in my ears and my skin's tremblin' t'slip and I hit the closest one hard in the belly and he folds up.

There's a pause and then they go fer me 'cause I ain't too tall and they're a couple 'a years older but the wolf inside makes me strong and the anger and guilt 'n drink make me mean and there's a crack 'v bone and then again and now I ain't even thinkin' of who I'm hittin' 'r what 'r where and there's shoutin' somewhere away but all I'm thinkin' is I'm goin' t'fuckin' kill 'em.

[Open to Damien, Liam, Jack; others by request]

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