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Richard Warren
Posted: Sep 15 2011, 04:36 PM


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Richard was having trouble concentrating. A pounding headache was reverberating it's way from one side of his head to the other. Every glimmer of sunlight and slam of a file cabinet was like having fireworks exploding in his face. Not usually the type to go on a bender, Richard had managed to drain his supply of alcohol back home sometime during the night and now he was paying for it. As much as he hated himself for having put his daughter through that, he couldn't help it. He wanted to feel numb and outside of killing himself the alcohol gave him that. Though he should have known it wouldn't have lasted. Alcohol always faded and left behind not only a headache but this simmering, bubbling feeling of self disgust. Like the bile was working it's way back up his throat, settling on his tongue and burning with a painful intensity.

Letting his head rest on his folded arms the police chief of moon creek was a sorry sight. His hair which was usually well tended was a mess. Heavy bags hung from beneath his eyes and his shirt was wrinkled and only half tucked, and his skin seeped the sweet scent of alcohol. Even though he'd taken a very long shower. If he'd been one of his officers, he would have sent the sorry man home with a warning about appearances. Maybe even a citation on his record. Thankfully there was no one willing to do that for Richard. Cause he didn't think he could be in his home right now. Not with Catherine off at his mothers, and the house a shell of it's former self.

Rose. Without her the house was nothing. It was too big, too eerie and full of haunting memories. Even wasted and unable to so much as get to his feet he could see her walking through the halls, small and lithe with those sparkling blue eyes. Her laugh haunted him, and when he slept in their bed her scent stuck to his skin. The wound of her loss was still a fresh bleeding gash in his chest. And as had become obvious, even to his five year old daughter, he was having trouble coping.

"Sir?"

Lifting his head Richard looked at the officer standing at his door. He didn't want to be bothered but the man gestured towards his phone and mouthed 'urgent' at him, so there was really no other choice. With a sigh Richard turned and picked the phone up, bringing it to his ear and hoping that whoever was on the other side had the decency to talk softly.

"Chief Richards?"

"Speaking, what seems to be the problem?"

"Oh good, I'm calling on behalf of the Academy. It seems we've lost some of our patients and were hoping to gain your assistance in keeping this matter hushed until we've retrieved them all." As soon as she finished Richard mentally groaned and closed his eyes. Just what he needed, a bunch of science experiments running around his town scaring his citizens more than they already were. The Academy did let some of it's patients out to explore occasionally, but if they'd escaped it meant the people up there didn't think these particular figures were ready for the world.

"Seeing as you've just made this my problem I don't see having a choice in the matter. I'll have my officers-"

"Sir please, we want discretion. Some of these people will be in shock, we can't afford for your officers to loose control and shoot anyone by accident."

Richard sighed, as much as he wanted to yell at this person for their lack of faith in his people. He knew that they had a point. Some of his cops were on edge enough as it was. There was no need to add this into the mix. "Alright, alright. I'll do it myself." He said with a sigh, not at all looking forward to having to go out into the sunlight to search for people that would no doubt look about as normal as everyone else.

"Thank you sir, your assistance is greatly appreciated. We are in your debt." With that the person disconnected and Richard was left to himself. Moving sluggishly and wishing he didn't have to move at all the police chief fished out a pair of sunglasses and got to his feet. Putting his jacket on he told the others he was going to patrol and then slipped out the door.

NOTES; YAY POST WORDS; WAY TOO MANY. LYRICS; let the bodies hit the floor- rob zombie WEARING; police uniform CREDIT; TEMPLATE BY ALICEEEE_ OF CAUTION.
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Orville Wright
Posted: Sep 16 2011, 11:41 PM


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Pure, unimaginable pain. Was that death?

The last thing he recalled before the pain was losing control of the machine. He gained a moderate amount of control at the last minute, but it was too late. Blackness came, along with the most painful situation the thirty-seven year old had felt in his entire life. Even typhoid fever didn't compare to this.

Then, it gradually faded. The world started to come back into focus, but in no way was he at Fort Myer, Virginia. A hospital? They explained the situation to him soon enough.

This was the future. 2015, to be exact. 107 years from the time that it was supposed to be. A bunch of scientists had some sort of experiment going on. Orville normally had no trouble with experiments. He'd done his own share, hadn't he? Still, experiments concerning actually people...those were a bit different. Orville concerned his work with machines that couldn't think for themselves, that didn't have emotions, that couldn't feel pain. This? Was pain.

The idea that this may be the afterlife still popped into Orville's head as frequently as the truth. What they were asking him to believe was just as farfetched, if not more, so why shouldn't he take consideration into another idea?

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That was several days before, and Orville was still struggling. At least he wasn't alone, he realized. There were apparently others like him. The odd thing was, he recognized some of the names. Thomas Jefferson, the third president of the United States? The man who penned the Declaration of Independence? If this was death, why were they behaving as if he was a new arrival? Orville himself had learned about the man in the history books when he was in school. That part bothered him, and made him wonder if perhaps there was some truth to what these supposed scientists said after all.

He still tried to avoid his reflection whenever possible. He couldn't stand to look at the face staring back at him. Was he supposed to get used to this? He didn't think that he ever would. How was someone supposed to get used to a different body anyhow? There were faint scars in this body that he could not recall for the life (or, possibly death) of him.

The only thing good about this experience was the technology. Orville had instantly taken an interest. Even his dormitory was full of all sorts of adventures. Though he was still struggling with other things, he was very much eager to learn everything he could about the new technologies that he was being presented with. He was even in the process of learning about computers, an amazing invention if you asked him. Unlike many of his fellows, he did not shy away from this part, but rather greeted it with open arms.

Orville had slipped out of the Academy with a couple of others. There was even more wonder to behold out of the Academy. It struck him as a little ridiculous that they were trapped nonetheless - They were grown men and women, disoriented, true, but who's fault was that?

The man somehow found his way to the police station, where he stood near a car. He lingered close by, though opted not to touch the vehicle. He knew it was a vehicle. He even knew enough to venture that it was an automobile, though not like one he'd ever seen. His head jerked up when he heard a door open, his eyes focusing on a man exiting the building. "Excuse me, is this yours?" He questioned, a peculiar look coming across his face as he cleared his throat. He quickly realized it would do no good, of course. It might not have been his voice, but he was stuck with it. "It's a beautiful machine." He commented, the admiration in his voice unmistakable.
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Richard Warren
Posted: Sep 17 2011, 05:43 PM


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Richard hesitated a moment before stepping out into the world. When he finally did get up the courage to walk outside he had to stand there for a couple of minutes just to orient himself. Behind his sunglasses his eyes had narrowed into slits and he flinched back. Even though his eyes were shielded by the dark lenses he could still imagine the flare of pain that would have surely filled his head as soon as he'd exposed himself to the sunlight.

"I don't need this." Richard muttered, wondering where he would even begin his search for the missing patients. As far as he knew these people were gonna look like everyone else, dressed in modern clothes and wearing different faces. Not that he was familiar with enough history to recognize any particular face, but those of the most famous. Like the faces on his money. But at least it would have been a lot easier if they wore those outdated garments you saw in the pictures. Though now that Richard thought of pictures he figured it might make things go a lot quicker if he stopped by the academy and asked to see who was missing, and whether or not they had any photographs. Which he figured they should.

Feeling a little better now that he had a place to start Richard became rather suddenly aware that he was not alone in the parking lot. And that the man seemed to be speaking to him. On a normal day Richard might have answered or noticed the other's presence a lot sooner. But with his hangover dulling his senses it amazed the police chief he hadn't just walked past the stranger.

Blinking he focused on the face, before turning a glance at his car. Which seemed to be the object of the other man's questions. "Yeah. It's mine." The words coming out a bit snappy, which was not at all like him.

"Uh, thank you." Richard mummbled, feeling like his brain was working to slow for his liking. He really didn't like to be confused and he figured there was something really simple here he needed to figure out, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. "What's your name, sir?" The Chief finally muttered, moving towards his car he looked the man up and down. Could he have found one of them already? If so that would make his day just a smidge better.

"Sorry if I'm a bit on the unwelcome side. It hasn't been a very good morning." Richard felt like he needed to apologize for himself, which he really should have done of the bat. What kind of police chief was he trying to be showing up in the condition he was in.

(bit short. internet's fixed, but air condition isn't sleep.gif)
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Orville Wright
Posted: Sep 17 2011, 06:11 PM


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Apparently this other man had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, as he'd snapped at Orville just as soon as the other man questioned him. Orville's eyebrow went up, although he simply remained silent, slipping his hands into his pockets as he continued to look at the police car. At least he wasn't in the situation that many of the other 'patients' were in. He used a few outdated terms and phrases, but his English was still quite like modern English. It was easy for him to read the word 'police' on the side of the car, and put two and two together (really, he could put far more than two and two together, but two and two worked better for this purpose). "Police." He murmured under his breath.

"You're quite welcome, sir." Came Orville's response to the other man's thank you. It was a step in the right direction at least, and Orville felt a little more at ease. Despite his recent fame, he was still uncomfortable around strangers, and didn't like to talk when he didn't have to. Talking about the Flyer was fine, with the right sorts of people. He could go on for days about that. Add that to the fact that he was in an unfamiliar time (still unsure whether he was dead or simply brought to the future, both of which were incredibly shocking revelations if he ever saw them), and really, the guy was not comfortable in the least bit. As always, though, Orville could find something to talk about as long as it had something to do with machinery. That was one subject that he could always count on.

Being from the time period that he was from, he'd been taught that politeness was absolutely key. So when the man inquired as to his name, Orville obliged at once. "My name is Orville Wright." He responded, eying the other man as he felt his eyes on him, studying him. It wasn't a comfortable feeling, and it showed in Orville's body language that he felt uneasy at this. He also glanced back at the other man warily.

When the other man apologized, Orville couldn't help but let out the slightest of laughs. Bad morning? Oh dear, he could certainly relate to that one. "Mmm, I know what that's like, officer. I've had a bad week." Whatever this man was going through, it was hard to believe that it could be anything worse than a plane crash followed by the most agonizing pain you'd felt in your entire life, then being told that you were brought to the future in a body that was not your own. Let him try to beat THAT one.

He didn't even know who's body this was. That was perhaps what bothered him most. And if this was the future, what became of his body before? Was the man who was supposed to reside in this body back in 1908? That thought bothered him immensely.
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Richard Warren
Posted: Sep 19 2011, 03:33 PM


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It probably should have concerned Richard that it took longer to register the stranger's name then it probably should have. Blinking a bit he just nodded at first as though the name was nothing of importance. Which for the moment it wasn't, though even with his head pounding it struck a pretty resounding cord. "I'm sure on any other mornin' it would be a pleasure." Richard said with a nod, as he walked closer to his car. "I'm Richard Warren, Sheriff." he said a bit curtly, one hand moving to brush his own forehead as though testing to see just how sharp the pain was.

Richard didn't really know what to do after that. Only managing a chuckle at the other man's laughter, (he was scared what laughter might do to his headache) Richard just wanted to get in his car and be on his way. As much as he usually enjoyed showing new people around he couldn't help but feel a tad awkward around Orville. Like something wasn't right and he still couldn't put his finger on it. Which was growing increasingly frustrating.

But when the revelation hit, it hit hard.

Flinching Richard felt his eyes widen behind his sun glasses, as he realized just how stupid he must be right now not to have connected it sooner. Something about having a bad week seemed to jar in the police chief's mind and he looked at Orville with new eyes, as though seeing him for the first time. This was one of the people he was supposed to wrangle in. This was one of the academy's experiments, just wandering about in his town. Looking completely and utterly normal. Yeah this was going to be hard. If he couldn't even spot one when he was standing right in front of him, how the hell was he supposed to find all the other ones?

Still he needed to be sure. But outright asking: "So since I don't seem to remember your face. I suppose you're from the academy? Are you one of their patients?" Didn't really sit well with him .His mother would probably slap him upside the head if she heard about it. Just because the name seemed vaguely familiar (How was he supposed to know he was talking to a Wright brother, he didn't even really know anything about the Wright brothers. Other then maybe they flew. Or somthin) didn't mean that the man before him was actually a dead body walking and talking with the mind of what was essentially another dead person.

Feeling a bit rude for remaining silent for so long.

Richard nodded towards the car. "So you like the car, huh?" He said before moving towards the driver's side and opening the door. "Wanna see the inside? It's a lot better, believe me." He was still feeling cranky but at least now he seemed to at least be attempting to be civil and show that he did actually have manners, despite being heavily hung over. Though he wasn't joking about the inside. Sometimes even he was fascinated by all the little buttons and contraptions in the thing. The car was brand new and top of the line, a gift from the government and Dr. Fields for being so patient with the Academy. Every day he felt like he was learning something new about his own car.

Popping the lock he gestured towards the passenger door, "Go ahead slide in"


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Orville Wright
Posted: Sep 20 2011, 12:58 AM


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Yes, on any other morning it would be a much greater pleasure, especially if that morning happened to be back in 1908, where Orville belonged. He didn't know anyone here, save for a few names he'd heard in the history books. It had just barely sunk in to him that if he was with these people, his name must be in the history books if this was indeed in the future. Why else would he be brought here? If this was death, though, that was different. More and more Orville was starting to creep away from that explanation. There was too much that didn't fit if this was death.

"Are you alright?" Orville inquired as to why the police chief was holding his hand to his head. Anyone could recognize a look of pain, and it was clear that Richard's head was bothering him.

An experiment. Orville hated to think of himself as such. He was supposed to be performing experiments, not considered one himself. That part wasn't right at all.

At least the guy's response to him didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Not yet, anyway. He had yet to realize that the man was actually experiencing a hangover, although he could tell that there was something going on.

Orville watched as the man moved toward the driver's side of the car and invited him to look inside. Orville did not need asking twice. He remained on his feet, although he opened the door and peeked inside. Every nook and cranny of the vehicle led to a new discovery. Automobiles existed in his time, though the most advanced car where he came from was the Model T, to put things into perspective. This was something new entirely, and it fascinated him. It wasn't just a childish fascination that he stared with, however. There was an almost contemplative look on his face as he looked at some of the gadgets.

The man slipped into the car, amazed at how comfortable the seating was inside. He looked over to the other man with an odd sort of grin on his face. "It's amazing how many improvements they can make in a century, isn't it?" This, if anything was proof that he wasn't dead. This was a car of the future. This was taking designs that he knew and adding on to them.

As he realized this, he realized something else. The grin on his face slipped slightly, and he seemed to struggle with something in his head before finally turning to Richard and speaking once more. "If you don't mind me asking...what has become of flying machines?" If he was here, he felt that he had a right to know. Little did he realize that in the century that had passed, man had done more with flight than even he could possibly dream of...
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Richard Warren
Posted: Sep 25 2011, 06:05 AM


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Though his headache was still pounding away, worse now since the revelation struck, Richard managed to push it back. With a bit of a massage with his fingers he managed to dull the pain, his free hand waving in a dismissive gesture at Orville's question. "I'm find. Had a bit to much to drink." He muttered letting his hand drop from his forehead. "I'll just take something for it when I get home later, and it should be fine." Though he had to try and stay away from the alcohol. Another beer usually turned into several, which usually turned into Richard passed out on the couch, or the living room floor. Not exactly police chief behavior even if he was in the privacy of his own home.

With the other male in the car Richard slid into his own seat, and just took a moment to watch the looked of wonderment on Orville's face. He couldn't even begin to imagine what was going on in the others head at that moment, nor did he want to think about what it must be like to be sucked into a time that was nothing like your own.

"Yeah it is." Richard said, managing a chuckle. "I remember the old one. She had a horn and a CB, but that's about it. I don't even know what half of this stuff does sometimes." He pointed at some of the buttons, and then sliding the key in the ignition he let the car start up. He wasn't going anywhere just yet, but once the car was on half the dash lit up with a bunch of flashing buttons and colors.

He really should read the manual one day. For all he knew one of these buttons contained some weapon or something like in the James Bond movies, and he might accidentally blow up a house.

Breaking out of his reverie Richard turned to Orville and considered the question. Was it alright for him to be telling him all of this? What if he said something the scientists didn't want Orville to hear?

But then really what did he care?. They were the ones that had let their patient get away. "You mean airplanes don't ya?" Richard said, before turning to look out the window, as though a plane would fly by at any moment. Which never really happened. "Well, they've come a long way to I guess. I feel like a newer faster model comes out every month." He turned back to Orville and then seemed to get an idea. "Hold on. Give me a sec." Reaching over he slid a panel over and a laptop on a small tray popped out. Opening it, he waited for the internet to connect then searched up the the newer airplanes. "That's what they look like now. It's been a while since I've flown on one, and I doubt I could afford a nice one if I wanted to. But they get you where you need to go fast. They can shorten a trip from America to Europe to just a couple of hours."

Smiling sheepishly then he fell back into his seat and gestured at the laptop "You can play with that for a while if you like. But I have to get going somewhere, do you mind tagging along?" He should really get Orville back to the Academy but he figured they could hold their horses for a while without him.

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Orville Wright
Posted: Sep 25 2011, 06:28 AM


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When the other man explained that he'd had too much to drink, Orville just nodded. As a product of the home that he grew up in, a bishop's son, Orville did not partake in drinking himself, though he wasn't stupid (obviously). He knew to what the police chief was referring to and also realized that the man probably wouldn't want him to continue prying into his business. No big deal. There were far more interesting conversations to be had anyway.

Orville knew what a horn was, but a quizzical look came across his face at the word 'CB'. "What is a CB?" He questioned, then followed the police chief's gaze toward the odd buttons. "Have you tried pressing them?" Though he was tempted, Orville wasn't going to press them himself. Though he was nothing if not curious, he hardly knew this man, and he wasn't about to barge in and start pressing buttons in what was clearly this man's vehicle. Would he want some random person to just come in and start doing that with the Flyer?

Richard asked if he meant airplanes, and for a fleeting moment a look of confusion came across Orville's face. However, his mind connected 'aeroplane' to 'airplane' due to the obvious closeness in sound, and Orville nodded. His own gaze followed Richard's out the window, though his attention went back to the insides of the car when he heard Richard rummaging around. As Richard pulled out a laptop, Orville watched, ever curious as always. "That's a computer." He commented, once again feeling extremely out of place. He had no problems with these new technologies...they fascinated him. The fact that there were so many of them? The fact that he was expected just to cope with the fact that he was taken away from everything he knew and loved in 1908 and brought to a strange town in a strange body 107 years in the future? It was enough to make Orville's head spin.

Nothing compared to the expression on Orville's face as he observed the airplane pictures that Richard showed him. Orville's hand drifted toward his mouth as his eyes widened perhaps the widest they had since first starting the conversation. Those were airplanes. Those were the flyers, the flying machines of 2015. After a close look at the screen, Orville had to lean back in his seat to let it all sink in. Even then, Richard was speaking, telling him how a flight across the Atlantic could take only two hours. "You can fly across the Atlantic?" Not in 1908 you couldn't.

With the laptop at his disposal, Orville wasn't 100% sure what to do next. He'd already fiddled around with some of the computers back at the Academy, but he'd never actually used the computer for anything other than satisfaction of his intellectual curiosities through tinkering. This time, however, he'd watched closely as Richard performed the search to show him the pictures that he had. Orville copied the motions, this time typing his brother's name into the search engine instead. What came up? All sorts of pictures, some extremely familiar, while others were clearly taken after his departure. Some of these were pictures of him as well, which helped to instill a bit of confidence that he would, indeed, get home. Looking at one picture, with himself, Wilbur, and Katharine depicted side by side caused a pang in his chest. "Why would they have only taken me? Why not Will or Kate? Will has to be here, they would not have taken only me..." He muttered, more to himself than to Richard, but loud enough so that the other man could hear.

It was then that it vaguely registered to Orville that the other man had asked him a direct question. "That is fine." Orville commented, though there was a certain lack of conviction in his voice. This was not fine. He was alone for the first time in his life in a strange place, a strange body, a strange era. Where were his siblings?
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Posted: Oct 1 2011, 11:17 AM


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As fascinated as Richard was quickly becoming with this man who was literally from another time. He couldn't help but feel like he'd stepped in over his head. Yeah, he wasn't exactly the town hick, but he'd never taken the time to learn things. Or at least enough to help Orville. He could answer simple questions but he felt that maybe the scientists might be better and handling it all. Though they clearly seemed to prefer keeping their patients in the dark as much as possible. Something that didn't make any sense to Richard, but he figured probably seemed right to them.

Still now he had to explain the CB, and he didn't even really know how to do that. Did they have radios where Orville was from? Probably. But he didn't know. And if they didn't would he have to explain that too? Turning to his passenger her smiled sheepishly. Feeling for all the world like an idiot as his brain was slowly processing even the most basic of things today. "Well. A CB is kind of like a radio. Only you pick this up.." He pointed at the mic. "And talk into it, whoever has the other one, can hear you. Heh, guess it's more like a phone on that part..." Did they have phones? God he sucked at this...hopefully this wasn't some cosmic irony trying to punish him for failing history. "I've pressed some. Like this one." He tapped a small red button and after a second the siren blared, lights flashing. Before he quickly shut it off again remembering with a sharp pain that he was still unfortunately hung over. "And this one controls air conditioning and the radio." Yep. Just the basics. Pretty much the buttons he'd press on his old car. "I'll probably have to read the manual before I tinker with anything else...don't want make the car blow up or anything." The manual was huge though, and he wasn't really the type for reading so he doubted he'd ever get that done.


With his hands on the computer Richard nodded, glad that scientist seemed to have shown him some form of technology. Though he figured the academy was packed with computers loads more advanced then the laptop that was installed into his car. No matter how new his car was. Once the pictures of the planes had loaded he risked a glance in the direction of his passenger. The look of shock that seemed to overcome the young man made Richard wonder if maybe he'd screwed up again. What if he'd done something wrong and Orville...malfunctioned. He hadn't been given any express instructions on how to interact with these people. Maybe there were things he wasn't supposed to show them. "You doing okay there buddy?" He said, drawing back from the computer and eying Orville like he was going to pop right in front of him.

But after a moment, when the shock seemed to have ebbed some Orville spoke again and Richard nodded at the question. "Yeah. That and much further...though I think you have to refuel and stuff." Feeling relieved that he hadn't killed or seriously damaged his passenger Richard sighed and relaxed back into his seat. The stress was making his headache pound just a little harder. Closing his eyes he focused on making the drumming go away.

Gently rubbing his temple again he turned to look at Orville as he spoke again. A little confused at first but quickly recovering. "You'll see them again." He said, feeling like he had to say something. Though he could tell Orville had slipped somewhat into his own little world. He didn't know if that was true or not. Hell he wasn't one of the mad scientists on their little hill. (Speaking of which he felt a pang of anger towards, for mucking things up the in first place. Then again he was probably bitter because all of this effort to stop the disease was to late to save his wife.) Looking down at his steering wheel he grew silent and started the engine. What more could he do?

Backing out of the parking space he glanced every few moments in the direction of his passenger. "Listen, it might not cheer you up or anything...but usually at this time Mrs. Callen has finished her afternoon batch of pies. I gurantee you it's hard to frown while eating one.." Richard knew there was some people that didn't like pie...though he couldn't understand how that was possible. Clearly those people hadn't tasted Mrs. Callen's pies. It was worth a shot though.




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Posted: Oct 1 2011, 05:22 PM


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The feeling was mutual. Orville was just as fascinated with this man and his car as Richard was with him, yet he felt as though he was in way over his head as well. The new technology fascinated him, but all the new knowledge...everything that had happened in the past century, hitting him all at once...yes, it was shocking. How could it not be? Most modern inventions (including his and his brother's) were in their infancy in the time he hailed from. To see how much everything had changed...well, let's just say Richard wasn't the only one with a headache.

Fortunately Orville understood the words that Richard was speaking with. It was still technology far more advanced than what he was used to (this whole experience still rang out a bit like a Jules Verne story), but at least the man was using words that Orville recognized. He would hate to be from further back than he was, so for that he was thankful.

"Judging by everything else, I'd have to gather that telephones are a lot different than I recall as well. Then again, between 1908 and 2015..." He managed a chuckle. Handheld telephones were not even in Orville's vocabulary. Still, at least they had telephones, so Orville wasn't completely lost. It made talking to this man a lot easier.

When Richard asked if he was alright, Orville looked over and nodded. "Yes." He was okay to some extent, but really. This was...both fascinating and scary at the same time. He still looked wide-eyed and surprised, but his hand had drifted away from his mouth and he was actually able to form coherent words. As he gazed at the pictures on the screen, the corners of his mouth twitched a bit. "The improvements that must have been made over our original designs...yet I can still see some similar features. I'm happy to see that my crash didn't deter interest..." Part of him wanted to see what became of that crash, but he decided not to look. He was already receiving one shock after another. Did he really want to find out if he indeed died that day? And if he did not...then would history change because he was here? Again, was someone else walking around in the guise of Orville Wright in 1908? Orville let out a sigh, shaking his head.

"Thank you, Richard. I just hope you're right." More than almost anything, really. Wilbur and Katharine were more than just his siblings - They were his best friends, his confidants...pretty much his everything. He could not recall a time when they weren't present in his life. Being without them in this strange new world was scary, to say the least. Though he was coping to the best of his ability.

Another comment from Richard brought Orville out of his contemplations, and this time he could not resist a grin. "Pie, eh? Well, if they're as good as you say they are, I may just have to give them a try. I don't know that they'll match up to Carrie's cooking, but it's worth a try." Carrie being the family's young housekeeper and cook, but Orville didn't see fit to mention that.
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Richard Warren
Posted: Oct 13 2011, 06:52 AM


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When Orville seemed to be faring a little better, Richard felt a sense of accomplishment. He'd managed not to do something damaging to the young man and that was good. Refreshing actually compared to how much he'd been messing up lately. He still wasn't sure he should have showed Orville the planes but the Academy hadn't told him otherwise so if they complained he could shove the fault back on them. They were the ones doing the experiments and letting their responsibility walk out the door.

Luckily Orville didn't seem to want an explanation for anything else. Which was good, because Richard had already reached the limit of his knowledge. Starting up the engine to a purr as his invitation for pie was accepted Richard felt a soft smile slide into place. He felt sorry for this young man who'd been torn so dramatically from his time, and he honestly hoped that he got back home. And yet even though he didn't know much about Orville, it was exhilarating to be meeting someone who'd been so instrumental in how things were today.

"So...besides missing your siblings...how are you doing?" He asked, it was obvious was enjoying the technology. But how about everything else? 2015 wasn't exactly the best time to be brought into in Richards mind. As peaceful as things were in Moon Creek they were a thousand times more chaotic in other places around the world.

Backing out of the packing space of the police station he drove the relatively short distance towards what appeared to be a regular house with a few cars parked out front. The little house itself was quaint and looked like a cottage out of a picture book. The grown was littered with bright orange leaves that rained down from the two tall trees in the front yard. Fall had come earlier this year and the trees were almost bare, leaving the ground covered in reds and oranges of all different colors. "Mrs. Callen's pies are no disappointment." Richard said, "I don't know how your Carrie cooked, but well...you'll see what I mean." Opening the door to his car, he took a moment to enjoy the scent of fresh pies floated in through the open door.

The whole yard smelled of apple and pumpking...smells that grew stronger once he stepped out and stood just a little up the walk, waiting for his passenger. "Come on." He said, smiling. "Before it's all gone." As if to prove his point a small group of people, each carrying plastic containers poured out of the front door.
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Orville Wright
Posted: Oct 13 2011, 09:59 PM


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It wasn't that Orville didn't want to learn more. It was more so that he was afraid to learn more. He wasn't sure how much he was supposed to know. If he didn't feel limited by the time period that he was from, and what may happen as a result of being brought here, he'd be far more likely to ask a ton of questions. Hell, he'd probably do a large bit of research himself once he came up to a library.

Orville smiled as the engine started. A familiar yet peculiar noise, as obviously engines were different in 1908 than they were in 2015. Still, Orville concentrated on the familiar. The noise of the machine the two men were riding in roaring to life. To him, it was a beautiful sound.

The next question from Richard resulted in Orville biting down on his lip and shifting a little in his seat. He gazed as his reflection in the side mirror, making a face. "Suppose as well as I can be given my situation." Orville sighed softly, making a few faces at himself in the mirror and watching how his new face took them on. At least it was amusing on top of surreal.

Orville grinned when the subject came back to Carrie. "Quite well. She had a few mix-ups at first, but all part of the learning process. I enjoy her meals..." He faltered, before correcting himself. "Enjoyed them, rather." Although he hoped that wasn't really the case - He hoped that he'd have a chance to go back home, perhaps. Or at least see everyone that he knew again! Even if they just gave him Wilbur or Katharine...though, on second thought, he wanted both of them if at all possible.

The smell that greeted them as the opened the doors was definitely inviting. Orville could feel his stomach give a little rumble, and he rose to his feet. "You don't have to tell me twice." Orville stated with an amused grin, then started off after Richard. While he tried to walk normally, he found this rather odd, as he was not used to these new proportions yet. His body still felt odd, especially now that he'd been off his feet for a few moments. As a result, he walked rather clumsily, having to put more effort into the action than he thought was necessary. He did not say anything, however. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to this.
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Richard Warren
Posted: Oct 25 2011, 01:23 PM


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He nodded in understanding, though he really couldn't exactly say he completely understood what the other was going through. He didn't want to offend by saying that he understood...when clearly it was obvious he didn't or rather couldn't. He imagined that it was a traumatic experience. With a new time, a new face, and God knows what else it must be completely surreal. It felt surreal to Richard and he wasn't even a Clock Crasher, he was a normal human being who felt like he'd stepped into some messed up sci-fi movie.

Still he figured it would help to try and get Orville's mind off of it...or as off of something that large as he could. Turning his head slightly he nodded as the other spoke and gave a soft, smile. "No need to correct yourself...I find it's helpful to talk like you'll see them again." his voice had softened and a look of pained darkened his eyes as his mind wandered towards Rose. The memories of his wife were fading in places, despite having just lost her. But her laugh still rang like a bell through his memories, clear, distinct, and painful. "I'm sure you'll get to see her again, and when you do you can have her cook all your favorites." He said with a nod and his best shot at a reassuring smile, despite feeling anything but reassuring.

Pushing thoughts of his wife from his mind he focused on the smells that filled the yard. Mixing on the breeze were the sweet and inviting scents of home cooking, the scents of the different pies mixing like ribbons of flavor in the air. Forgetting that he hadn't eaten anything but the bottle of whiskey he'd downed the night before Richard placed a calming hand on his stomach as it rumbled angrily.

Smiling sheepishly at Orville he patted his stomach "Guess I'm hungrier then I realized." He said chuckling nervously before leading them inside.

If the smells outside had been inviting, they didn't compare to what it actually smelled like inside. The quaint little house, it's door opening into a small sitting room, was buzzing with life as people waited for orders or sat enjoying their slices. Most of the waiting nodded to Richard, giving him pleasant smiles before staring curiously at Orville for a moment before focusing back on their own private conversations.

Waving for Orville to stay close Richard made his way into the kitchen where an older woman wrapped in a bright pink apron was buzzing about the kitchen. The center island and counters were littered with pies in various stages of cooling, a bunch of fresh ingredients scattered in between. Once they stepped into the kitchen the woman stopped her buzzing as she fluttered from one pie to another, to look up at Richard a happy smile on her face.

"Well now, I was wonderin when you'd show up. I've been keeping you're favorite on a shelf every mornin. Bout time you came to grab a slice."

"Sorry about that Mary, I've been busy." Richard said with a smile.

"That's no excuse" She said coming over and giving him a quick hug. Turning to Orville as though seeing him for the first time she smiled "And who did you bring with you?" smiling at her new guest she nodded "I'm Mary Callen, but you dear can call me Mary just like everybody else does."
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Orville Wright
Posted: Oct 27 2011, 08:27 PM


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As Richard's stomach rumbled, Orville felt his rumble as well. It suddenly occurred to him how little he'd really eaten in his first few days at the Academy. The food at the Academy was decent, and he had nothing against the cooks. The past week ran together like a blur, though. It was the same thing day in and day out, and he still felt as though he was lacking an awful lot of necessary information.

With all that he had to swallow over the past week, it was the first time he could say that he was actually truly hungry.

Orville looked at Richard with a contemplative expression as he explained his views on the matter. Orville recognized by the way that Richard spoke that Richard was not speaking out of merely sympathy. The tone used, the look in his eyes, the expression on his face...Richard might not understand the full extent of what he felt, but he could relate. "My apologies that you had to go through with a loss yourself." Regardless of what sort of circumstances they were under, losing someone you cared about deeply hurt. Richard was likely in a worse condition than he was. At least Orville could hold out hope that he'd return to 1908 to see his family again. Richard, if he'd lost anyone...

Yes, perhaps it was best to concentrate on the sweet treats that were waiting inside. He had his sympathies for Richard, but he did not want to pour salt on any wounds by forcing the other man to talk about it.

Once arriving inside of the house, Orville's stomach gave another rumble, though it was easily lost in the buzz of activity. A small smile came to Orville's face. As different as this time period might be, this building had an old fashioned, warm feel to it (and he was pretty sure that warm feeling wasn't just the ovens going).

He felt some of the others' eyes lingering on him, and he found himself wondering why. It wasn't an entirely unfamiliar feeling anymore, if he had to be honest, but it bothered him that he was receiving such looks in a body that he wasn't even familiar with. Did these people recognize him? Was the original inhabitant of this body someone familiar to them? He was happy when Richard led them into the kitchen and away from the crowd, even if the crowd did eventually lose interest in him and go back to their own business.

It was clear by the way that Mary and Richard spoke that they were on good terms with each other. Orville stood a bit awkwardly to the side (it was hard to stand anything but awkwardly in this body still, and he had to shift positions a few times to find one that was comfortable). Relieved that Mary did not stare, and introduced herself, Orville smiled and inclined his head forward a little out of politeness. "I'm Orville." He decided to leave out the last name for now. The name Orville would be odd enough, though Orville didn't know it, as it wasn't exactly a common name of the 21st century. "Richard has told me wonderful things about your pies..."
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Posted: Nov 2 2011, 12:57 AM


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As haunting as some of his memories could become he found an odd sense of comfort at Orville's apology. Maybe it was the fact that this man was a stranger to him, or because Orville hadn't known Rose. Either way the apology felt simple and understanding, carrying with it something that none of the other members of town had managed to convey. Still, despite that touch of comfort Richard felt his wife's presence like wraith clinging to his back, its claws sinking into his shoulders. She'd once been the love of his life, his heart and soul, and now she haunted his nightmares.

But even those horrible visions were ebbing. Not even a year without her and even the nightmares had dimmed in intensity. With a soft smile and saddened eyes Richard turned his head to glance at his passenger. Orville understood, and Richard hoped for the young man's sake that he did get reunited with his family and friends. "Thank you." He said sincerely, his voice cracking unconsciously on the words.

Thankfully all dark thoughts seemed momentarily dispelled when faced with the homy feel of Mary Callen's house. Though crowded with people the quaint little cottage felt like home even to Richard, who'd found himself feeling like home was a thing of the past. Mary's sweet face, crinkled in a smile seemed open and honest.

And when she turned that smile on Orville, Richard watched on pleased. Knowing that if anyone would be kind to him it would be Mary.

"What an interesting name you have Orville." She said chuckling. though if she knew of him she did not show any sign other then a quick wink. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and I welcome you to my kitchen. " She turned her gaze from one to the other before gesturing to the counter. "Now go on, have a bite. We need to get some meat on those bones." And as though to emphasize her point she eyed Orville up and down critically, "No one under my roof is going to go on hungry."

Gently grabbing one of their hands she pulled them towards the counter. "Sit Sit. Just grab a plate. Today's a busy morning...so I'm not going to be able to serve you myself." Once they'd been deposited in a chair she went back to the other side of the kitchen, pulling a fresh tray of cookies from the oven.

With her attention elsewhere Richard settled onto his stool and pulled a plate with a slice of apple pie, covered in whipped creme across the counter. "I don't usually care which flavor the pie is, but I think apple's my favorite. How about you? Got a favorite?" He asked glancing at Orville as he reached over to a cup that held some plastic knives and forks. Grabbing himself a pair he settled into his pie.

"And I've been meaning to ask. If you saw some of...the others. Do you think you could recognize them?" It was a long shot, considering how little Orville seemed to know about certain things, chances were the scientists weren't exactly giving their patients a list of the other's names. But it was worth a shot.
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