All alone now

Connor Valentine ; the guy with a heart of gold

[lewis-tan]

[mrassisted-blog]

shakespearee:

Lee Pace by Blossom Berkofsky

[muderercam-blog]

Cameron’s eyes shifted around Connor’s body. He wasn’t armed and if he was, it was concealed well. He gave a quick swallow and raised his head as his eyes stayed transfixed on Connor’s body. “Connor, did you say?” He raised an eyebrow and then pushed his own head out the window to look up. “You know you’re only on floor two, right?” His eyebrow raised as he pulled his head back in the window. “Why don’t you come in and then just walk up and exit on the fifth floor? It’s easier and less time spent outside.” Cam’s face smirked as he looked at the knife. “A rambler? Nice.” He nodded and chucked the knife on the bench with a loud crash following it.

[mrassisted-blog]

Connor felt the change of atmosphere as soon as Cameron had thrown away the knife. "The fifth floor?" He mumbled and looked through a gap in the fire escape ladder. "Why didn't I think of that?" He looked at the man a little suspiciously. "I suppose I can come in.. I haven't been on the second floor before.. But I'd also imagine that it looks like every other floor." He nodded and looked at his hand; he willed it to move, but failed. He sucked in a deep breath and threw his hand to the window pane. "Okay.." He muttered to himself and used the rest of his body to toss himself inside the window. The feeling of relief spread through his body as fast as his feet hit the floor. "Thanks.." He said, his voice showing the despair he had felt. "Well, it looks the same.." He nodded, ignoring the fact that Cameron had just called him a rambler.

[muderercam-blog]

His eyes shot up at the knock from outside his window. Cam’s hand shot up to retrieve a knife from the kitchen bench as he edged towards the window. With the fire escape so close to the window, he knew he could get attacked at any time of the day; or night in this case. “who’s there?” His voice charged from his body as he opened the window and gazed out into the night. A slight form of regret bottled itself in his chest, but he ignored it. “There’s no use hiding when I know you’re fucking out there.” He charged after his first sentence. A small gleam of the knife he branded caught the light and he pushed it in front of him as the figure stepped forward. He hadn’t met anyone for more than two seconds; therefore he knew no one on the island well enough to drop the weapon.

[mrassisted-blog]

Connor's eyes shot towards the knife and he inhaled a deep breath. He hadn't wanted to meet anyone like this, but when it came to forgetfulness; Connor was topdog. "I, uh, please." Her ushered to the knife in an almost distressed way. "I locked myself out of my apartment and I get that there's burglars and stuff here but I just wanted to do this one on mine own." He sucked in another breath after the rambling that had just occurred. "It'd be really great if you could not brand that around." He gave the man a nervous grin. "I'm Connor and I live on the sixth floor so there's still quite a way to go.. Not to mention that I'm afraid of heights so this is incredibly dramatic for me - and heroic." He swallowed and looked down. His hands clung to the railing of the fire escape and he raised his eyes to meet the man in front of him.

[jennsbirchblood]

Well.. I just liked it with my friends because we all got each other cute presents and had sleepovers and stuff but I guess if I had had Christmas with my parents every year I’d be with you on that. I don’t know, it’s not like there’s much else to celebrate, especially now. Might as well make the most of it.

[mrassisted-blog]

But it's not like you can do that on this island either, let's be real. This island is almost as anti-christmas as I am.

[rpmallorywood]

I hate it now. I was always a nice list kind of person, and now we’re here we’re all on the naughty list.

[mrassisted-blog]

You can't have always been on the nice list if you ended up here.

[isaacparker]

I don’t think it’s so bad..

[mrassisted-blog]

What makes it so good?

[jennsbirchblood]

Why?

[mrassisted-blog]

Why not? It's not like I'm Christian. Why would I celebrate it?

[girl-with-morals]

I feel like this is way too much work.  Perhaps it’s better to just sit and be a Grinch and hope the holidays just end sooner?  Do people really celebrate much here?  I feel like this place has enough drab to even kill the Christmas spirit.

[mrassisted-blog]

Sounds fun enough. I don't think so. I've been here for almost a month now and I don't think I've seen anyone even acknowledge Christmas.

[girl-with-morals]

It’s okay.  I’m a star.  I was meant for the spotlight, and just me alone.  Now if only I could get rid of these damn ‘lets shove the holidays down your throat’ people…. then I can truly shine!

[mrassisted-blog]

So you got this? That's always a good thing. I'm down with whatever you have going for them. A bunch of assholes if you ask almost anyone.

[girl-with-morals]

Well, there goes my asking you to go caroling then, huh?

[mrassisted-blog]

Sorry to break your dreams up like that.

[mrassisted-blog]

It's gotta be Christmas right? God I hate Christmas.

[jennsbirchblood]

Oh, shit. I’m so sorry I asked.

Uh, thief. And vandal.

[mrassisted-blog]

No, you’re fine. She was sick.

So graffiti or toilet paper styled vandal?

[jennsbirchblood]

Both ways work. No information. Ever.

Nice to meet you too, Connor. So.. What’d you do?

[mrassisted-blog]

Neither way works for me... But whatever. That's kind of fucked up..

Me? I, uh.. I aided my mother in her suicide. You?

[jenniferbirch]

Not like you’ve got much choice, either way.

[mrassisted-blog]

I had figured..

[jennsbirchblood]

Lucky you. Just wait, you’ll find them. There are really nice people here too, of course. I don’t think anyone’s getting over it, honestly.

I’m Avery.

[mrassisted-blog]

Have you met them or do they find you? The real question.. Also, how often do you get any information? Does that ever happen?

Nice to meet you, Avery. Connor.

[jennsbirchblood]

It’s fine once you get used to the deadly criminals, lack of information and more than probable possibility of having your apartment broken into.

[mrassisted-blog]

None of the ones I've met seem deadly? But the lack of information is something I won't be getting  over.

[campauberston-blog]

I’m Campbell, Camp if it fits. So, you’re likin’ it here so far?

[mrassisted-blog]

Pleasure, I'm sure. I've been here for a day so god knows but so far so good. You?