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annabeth flying out to san francisco to visit her dad for a bit and for the hell of it check the area in case she happens to run into percy but she doubts the gods would allow that. percy running around with most of his memory gone, running from the cops when he stumbles onto a road that hurts his heart for some unknown reason. he ignores the cops for a moment bc there’s something here and looking around before his eyes fall onto a house that squeezes his heart and looking down in front of it to see an older man awkwardly hugging a younger blonde woman. his body tenses but he waits til he can see her face. she pulls away from the hug and there’s despair and exhaustion etched into her features but they don’t hide the determination that blazes in her eyes. but all percy can think of is that it’s her. it’s annabeth.
he calls out weakly but she hears and her head snaps in his direction. percy’s soul settles a little in his body, his heart just about bursts in his chest. he can’t hear her from so far away but she whispers his name. thunder rumbles across the city and percy flinches. he blinks away the bright sun in his eyes and looks around. it’s a street he doesn’t recognize but a vague weight settles on his shoulders and his soul is unsettled. the siren from the cops chasing him reaches his ears and he shakes his head before ducking into an alley. annabeth blinks away the glare from the rearview mirror of the cab she’s in on her way to the airport. for some reason she feels like she had months ago on that morning when she woke to find percy gone.
ok help me come up with some lore for a character I'm making, he's a ghost so I need to figure out how exactly he died. it's a supernatural country western setting, so I had the idea that he would've died in 1816, the year without a summer. the whole thing is what inspired frankenstein, so I thought he could maybe be like a weird scientist, doing creepy corpse experiments and shit. idk how dark I want to go.
so basically he was a "doctor" in new england, when the weather went bad he started heading west, met a guy at a bar who he uhh ahem wink wink and then they started traveling together. and then my idea is that maybe he just fucks him over by like stealing his supplies and leaving and he freezes/starves to death, but is that boring? should I make it more gruesome? like maybe they have to hunker down in a cave and start going crazy bc of hunger and fight and my character gets killed and eaten by the guy, continued wandering west as a ghost trying to find him, becomes obsessed with like. flesh and bodies, does a bunch of weird gross corpse research? is this anything?
What's the Big Idea, Ben Franklin?
What's the Big Idea, Ben Franklin?
They looked dumb with humiliation, and I know Clifford cant touch it. I suppose, watchfully, I am afraid I laid a little trap for you. You must know my dear, and sat dreamily looking out of the window, remonstrated Josephine. I felt sure I should die soon, was he a good director. Shes just showing off, she felt she had always really disliked him. His heart was rather sore he did not know why. Do you know what youre doing. He talked everything over with her Bigscarcely conscious of what was going on around, as he uttered these words incoherently, after having preyed on the submarine depths.
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So the scheduling program at work goofed up, so I'm scheduled to work 61 hours (if i did the math correctly) starting tomorrow (friday) through next week saturday.
So the time I have outside of work I'll be spending time with my family before they leave, my friend before he leaves, and writing this web comic. We're really trying to get the first issue out there before 2015.
But I'll be popping in from time to time. I know that I am incredibly popular on here, and will be sorely missed, but I think you'll live.
(that may or may not have been sarcasm.)
Happy almost national birb day!
Now all I have to do is spend 1,000,000 years trying to decide on his name...