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Emily Bradley
Posted: Oct 27 2011, 04:14 PM


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JUST A LIAR,
SAY THAT THEY'RE ALWAYS GONNA STAY TOGETHER. BUT ONE'S NEVER GOING TO LET GO OF THAT WIRE. HE SAYS THAT HE WILL, BUT HE'S JUST A LIAR. TWO BIRDS ON A WIRE: ONE TRIES TO FLY AWAY, AND THE OTHER WATCHES HIM CLOSE FROM THAT WIRE. HE SAYS HE WANTS TO AS WELL, BUT HE IS A LIAR-----

Sitting in the empty cafe that she'd come to know quite well these last few days, Emily took another tentative sip of her cream tea before picking up one of the newspapers beside her. She'd actually read these particular newspapers at least three times from cover to cover over the last few days [it seemed this town didn't get the news very often and even then they only received a choice of two newspapers] so she knew practically every piece of news dating from three months previously to about a week ago. Nothing had really caught her eye, in fact most of it she already knew about. The sole reason she kept going back to the two newspapers was because she was undecided. Undecided over what exactly? Well, that question had been doing the rounds in her head ever since she arrived in Moon Creek, now more than ever. A tiny bleep caught her attention, and putting the paper down again she instead turned her head towards the dark blue laptop on the square table she was sitting at. Recently she'd had an itching to hang around on the instant messaging circuit, vainly in the hope of finding something out but also in an attempt to stop total boredom from taking over.

Last night, she'd actually come across someone online, he'd seemed an odd fellow at first. He talked in an old fashioned sort of way, refined though, a little like her mother had, she imagined. He'd also seemed very new to the idea of computers in general let alone instant messaging,and at first she'd thought perhaps he was actually from around here. She soon found out he wasn't though, in fact she'd found out an awful lot of interesting information. Much more than she had in the last few days at least. Reading through the latest message from him, her eyes widened and she frowned slightly. Clock Crashers? What on earth was he on about? Quickly opening up a browser she googled the term 'clock crasher' and when the results came to nothing she simply sighed and answered him. It seemed a bizarre term to use....and yet it somehow seemed to fit together. She'd thought him old fashioned at first after all, and then there was the telegram comments....inventions.....the laboratory....what if? What if, indeed! It was almost too ridiculous to even contemplate and rolling her eyes at her stupidity she finished typing her reply, not even noticing that she had practically typed her earlier thoughts in the response. As another bleep confirmed it had been sent, she reached for her cream tea and promptly finished it in one gulp.

As the sweetness trickled down her throat, she almost wished she hadn't drunk it so quickly. Her diet had been entirely comprised of bagels, cream tea, and worryingly cigarettes these past few days and even she had started to admit that it wasn't healthy. She rarely bothered looking in the mirror on the way out of her hotel room, it depressed her too much. And besides, she knew she looked decent enough to walk lonely about the empty town without looking. Sighing again, she stared down into her empty cup at the drizzles of pale brown liquid and the lonely specks of chocolate dust that also lurked there. It wasn't that food was expensive round here, more like rare. And American. Wrinkling her nose, she wondered why she hadn't picked a fight with the food before, all food in America was bound to be American and she'd lived here long enough to get used to it by now anyway. Still, there were some days where she just longed for a spot of afternoon tea at lunch followed by a fish and chips dinner later. Perhaps she ought to give up on this ridiculous mission? Go back to Idaho and tell her editor what she really thought of him, stuff his stupid paper and his stupid job right back in his face. Take the next plane back to England. In her head it all seemed so simple and possible but that wasn't reality. She closed her eyes for a minute or two before opening them again slowly. She could be such a coward sometimes.

TAGS ARE FOR OPEN. EMILY is wearing OUTFIT. this post is 703 words long and i'm listening to THE SOUND OF THE BRITISH GAS PEOPLE. image credited to ERIC NORTHMAN of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES. thanks to bree at a thousand fireflies for this template!
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George Boleyn
Posted: Nov 7 2011, 08:13 PM


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I CAN HEAR IT IN THE AIR
After finding Anne and seeing that she'd discovered Henry again George had needed air. The Academy felt like there was not an ounce left anywhere, and he was slowly choking himself the longer he stayed. He wouldn't be gone long, there was nowhere else for him to really go, and the only family he had left (whether she thought him a liar or not) was in that building. Try as he might George could never leave an argument with his sister clogging the air between them for long. Spats between them had always been small and distant from each other. They were not the type of siblings that fought often, and the rare occasions they did fight it wasn't long before one or the other broke down and apologized. Though he feared that this time might be impossible to fix with just a simple apology. This time not only did a few not so choice words lay between them like brick walls, but time did as well. Time in which a lot had happened.

Silently George hunched his shoulders against the cool breeze that ran over him. It hadn't been difficult to get away from the Academy. The scientists were too busy to keep an eye on everyone at all times, and he'd just slipped away. Of course now that he actually stood in town, he found his ability to move severely hindered. He'd begun to grow used to the movements of his new body, but nobody had thought to tell him what waited out here. He felt like his senses, his mind were going to overload...unable to take in everything at once. As long as he'd been here. As much time as he'd had to get used to the strange customs of the scientists the little town around him was still a culture shock. It cemented in his mind the fact that he really, truly, wasn't home anymore. If a single doubt had remained they were gone now. Seeing men and women walking about in clothes that matched his and yet were completely alien to him. Not to mention the technology.

As foreign to him as someone from another world. George was struck all at once with the sounds of cars, bicycles, a stereo playing music, and it nearly knocked him off his feet. Dazed he began walking, his stride uneven and gangly. Gone was the grace he'd taken years to perfect. Gone was the familiar stride, and in it's place this uncontrollable movement of limbs, made worse in his shock.

Was this how it would be from now on? Stumbling through his existence...wide eyed and lost? If he really was in the future. Would he even want to go back to his time? His death did not wait for him at the end of a long life. It was being forced on him, the fall of the ax a whistling shadow above him even now. Stopping he closed his eyes and shivered at the clarity with which he could still hear and feel every sensation from that moment. Unconsciously his hand moved up to brush his throat, fingers digging under the scarf to touch the skin. He'd often dream of this gesture, only instead of flesh he was met with blood and flayed skin.

With a jerk he pulled himself back and cemented himself in the present. His hand fell away from his throat and his eyes opened to look around again. For the first time he took note of the sweet smell of food, and realized with some sadness that he was hungry. He'd stopped in front of a little shop, with tables and little to no people inside. Except for a woman. Her bright red hair reminded him of Elizabeth, his niece and he smiled silently to himself, wishing he could have seen her grow into the Queen she'd been born to be. The woman appeared busy, and so George didn't approach her...but rather skirted as quietly as he could toward the counter. Of course, as he looked up at the things offered on the menu he realized he had no idea what he was doing. He didn't even have whatever counted as money in this place. Not to mention he had no idea what half of the things on the menu even were.

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Emily Bradley
Posted: Nov 26 2011, 08:18 PM


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JUST A LIAR,
SAY THAT THEY'RE ALWAYS GONNA STAY TOGETHER. BUT ONE'S NEVER GOING TO LET GO OF THAT WIRE. HE SAYS THAT HE WILL, BUT HE'S JUST A LIAR. TWO BIRDS ON A WIRE: ONE TRIES TO FLY AWAY, AND THE OTHER WATCHES HIM CLOSE FROM THAT WIRE. HE SAYS HE WANTS TO AS WELL, BUT HE IS A LIAR-----

Her mellowing seemed to drag on forever until she heard footsteps in the quiet cafe, footsteps that made a wide berth around her table before stopping at what she presumed to be the counter. Deciding that it was unusual for someone to enter here other than herself she looked up slowly and caught a glimpse of the new customer. The first thing that she noticed was that he didn't look altogether comfortable, it was almost as if he wasn't sure why he was even there. It stuck her as odd, but then again everything about this whole town was striking her as odd.

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TAGS ARE FOR GEORGE. EMILY is wearing OUTFIT. this post is WORDS HURR words long and i'm listening to OPERA. SERIOUSLY.. image credited to ERIC NORTHMAN of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES. thanks to bree at a thousand fireflies for this template!
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