#gnnablow

[ruinaa-arc-blog]

          @gnnablow / sc.

          “i was out of town.” a vague explanation, but she doesn’t want the focus to be on her. she slides a plate of pancakes across to him and then sits herself, looking at him carefully. “what’d i miss?”

[strpntr-blog]

    The moment Jim severs from his own time and careens into the late twentieth-century, the shuttle’s dashboard dims, then darkens completely, and Jim’s stomach launches into his throat as the nose begins to dive. His shoulders rattle in their sockets and his teeth crash together upon impact as the shuttle crumples into a cluster of trees, the screech of metal bending and snapping droning loud and unbearable in his ears. It takes an agonizing five minutes to extract himself from the wreckage. Coughing and hacking from the aftershocks, Jim hazily searches through searingly hot metal and shattered glass for his communicator.

@gnnablow

[bloodsnaps]

@gnnablow | sc.

    ‘    listen up. do ya think i would make a convincing vampire.    ‘  diosa has about a million costumes to run through on this day, the day of her birth, and.

[scriose]

         ‘ do i smell of smoke? ’ he does! there’s nothing he can do about it, this far from home, so chris has chosen the wrong time to get self-conscious. ‘ i don’t feel right doing this when i smell of smoke. ’

@gnnablow,  sc.

[panderseck-blog]

   “Have you ever been an intellectual backboard before? As in--- uhhhhhh, Anderson Cooper at the debates but you don’t talk. Like that.” It’s inappropriate, asking strangers to be his cognitive trash folder but Peter Yellow’s not currently in any state to take the easy route and write it out. 

@gnnablow here love me

[tithird-blog1]

‘  thanks. ’

bill assumes for a moment - a brief moment  - that this man has read his novels. of course, there had been introductions, casual chitchat with the ball game underscoring the bar’s seedy nature. bill hadn’t been somewhere this dirty since - well. since derry. but he doesn’t remember the name, no, just the feeling. since blank. the man, jan, is quick to accept him as a friend, which acts as a strange and new feeling for him. he can’t just let it sit.

‘  well. did you like the black rapids or joanna better?  ’

   Quietly surprised by the question, Jan pauses. “The Black Rapids,” is the eventual answer, said with Jan’s teeth clicking against his beer bottle. When Bill’s beer arrives, he knuckles it over. “Mmmh--- the om’nous terror felt, ah--- more intimate. Personal, yannow? But I ain’t at a bar to talk about books, Mister Bill.”

@gnnablow CONTINUED FROM HERE

[ruinaa-a-blog]

          & --- --- @gnnablow / sc.

          “you know,” she lifts the coffee pot in her hand, careful to keep it away from their table, “this stuff isn’t a miracle worker. it’s only gonna do so much.”

[ruinaa-arc-blog]

          @gnnablow / starter call.

          “okay,” she slides the plate across to him, glances back to make sure her last table is leaving like they said they would be, and sits down across from him. “–– i’m not trying to pry or anything, y’know, but –– do you wanna tell me what’s going on? really?”