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Voicemail to John

April 23rd, 2007 (01:12 pm)
depressed

sensations: depressed

The following voicemail is left on John's answering service on April 22nd at around 2:00 a.m. Sadie’s cell phone number will appear on the caller ID but it’s a moment or two before she actually talks. There’s some soft gasping that’s barely audible to the bare ear but that would be easily heard with heightened senses. Her voice, when she speaks is hoarse and utterly despairing and there is no doubt that she has been crying.

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Theme Song

April 6th, 2007 (12:58 am)
listless

sensations: pimping

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Updated Soundtrack: Love Songs

March 11th, 2007 (03:22 pm)
enthralled
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sensations: enthralled

"Always a Woman" - Billy Joel
"Possession" - Sarah McLaughlin
"The World Can Wait" - Over the Rhine
"No Ordinary Love" - Deftones
"I'm on Fire" - Bruce Springsteen
"Maps" - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
"Use Me Up" - Bill Withers
"This Year's Love" - David Gray
"#1 Crush" - Garbage
"She's Got a Way" - Billy Joel
"Golden Slumbers" - Ben Folds
"Here Comes The Rain Again" - Eurythmics

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En Pointe

March 1st, 2007 (07:55 pm)
confused

sensations: distracted

The raindrops came down in little rivulets across the windowpane, leaving behind snake-like trails or little splatter marks that gave the glass the look of a monochromatic Jackson Pollock painting. Beyond that window the world was dark and green, the tree trunks turned black from wetness while the leaves of the bushes and trees were a brilliant emerald color. In the distance she could make out the soft pink and white blossoms of a tulip magnolia beginning to bloom already in the unseasonably warm weather. She had grown very fond of the magnolia blossoms, their scent and their size, the large petals reminding her of lotus blossoms rising from some Eastern river. Magnolias and lotus blossoms, she thought, trying to remember the particular scents of both flowers. She wondered what they might smell like together, the perfume a combination of both the exotic and the sultry. She began to think if perhaps she knew of someplace where she could find extracts of the two flowers, just a tiny bit, enough to mix together and place on her pulse points. It was exactly the sort of thing that would tempt her lover if he caught a faint hint of it on her wrists, behind her ears, the hollow of her neck, the insides of her elbows...

'Miss Cross!' Mrs. Kay repeated her name more firmly this time, breaking Sadie out of her reverie.Collapse )

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Poems for a Loved One

February 28th, 2007 (08:11 pm)
recumbent
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sensations: recumbent

I do not love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


I crave your mouth

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.


-Pablo Neruda

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Walking After Midnight

February 19th, 2007 (06:20 pm)
contemplative

sensations: contemplative

I go out walking after midnight
out in the moonlight just like we used to do
I'm always walking after midnight searching for you


Broken glass crunched beneath the soles of her boots as she moved past the entrance to the river walk and began to cross the roadway. Not too far away she could make out the sound of the freight trains coming closer. The train yard just a few streets down would be busy at this time of night, with the weather being as clear and crisp as it was. Good traveling weather, she thought as the wind caught at the hood of her jacket and pushed it backwards away from her face, revealing the spill of ash blonde curls beneath.

Further off in the distance Sadie could hear the mournful tones of the church bells as they began to toll out the time.Collapse )

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Voicemail # 6

February 14th, 2007 (02:32 pm)
sleepy

sensations: sleepy

This voicemail is actually left first thing in the evening on the night of February 14th, although it will probably have been night for a good long while when he actually receives it.

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The Long Goodbye

February 3rd, 2007 (04:50 pm)
grateful
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sensations: grateful

(ooc: Written by Brandon)


He waited from the tree line and watched as Sadie was helped from inside the abandoned slaughter house. He examined the few remaining Native Americans who stepped out into the night from the structure. His eyes narrowed a bit on them and then a brow lifted in curiosity. His attention turned towards the others as they assisted Sadie into the large vehicle. He gave a small nod and watched the vehicle slowly pull away and leave the Native Americans behind. His eyes turned to linger on the remaining individuals for a few moments as they conversed and then disappeared back into the slaughterhouse. He slowly stood and stretched before shaking the cold from his mane. His nose rose to smell the air some before the large, black wolf turned and ran off into the forests.

His form came to stop at the edge of the small airport.Collapse )

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Journal Entry for January 5, 2007

January 5th, 2007 (04:46 pm)
scared

sensations: scared

January 5, 2007
Macon, Georgia


A couple of weeks ago Madison and I were sitting around watching a movie when I noticed that one of the people in the background was carrying a sign that read, “The End is Extremely Fucking Nigh.” Well, allow me to state for the record that I concur.

The entire kindred population of Tampa, Florida, our nearest domain to the south, has completely disappeared.Collapse )

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Journal Entry of December 29, 2006

January 5th, 2007 (12:37 pm)
frustrated
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sensations: frustrated

December 29, 2006
Macon, Georgia


When John replied and told me to meet him on the veranda tonight I had simply assumed that he meant in the astral plane, that his personal duties to the Warlord would keep him too busy to travel physically. Clearly I was wrong. I should have come to accept this sort of behavior from him by now. If he is nothing else, my sire is always unexpected.

Furthermore, I do not know why I cannot keep control of my faculties when I am around him.Collapse )

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