#rickmacyrevived

[alwaysxjustme]

rickmacyrevived

Steve, since moving to Roarton has done a heck of a lot more jogging than he ever did while alive. He takes a jog in the mornings, one around lunch and a final one at dusk, just before the witching hour and when people looking for any excuse to stretch an innocent thing to something unplesant. 

He stops in teh little local pub, His U.S. Army t-shirt not even stickign to him. He should be sweating, Steve thinks, as he usually does. The lady barkeep looks at Steve askance while he asks for a glass of water, seeign the dead pale skin and making a judgement once again. 

That all seals the deal for where Steve is going to do this. He dumped the glass of water over his head. 

[soppyoptimist-blog]

Kieren: “Do you have time to talk..?” Kieren asked as he turned to face Rick Macy beside the old school yard.

[soppyoptimist-blog]

rickmacyrevived started following you

“Do you have time to talk..?”

[enginamics-blog]

       “Rick, is that you?” The surprise fell from Fitz’s parted lips and then pulled back into the first smile that creased his cheeks since his return to Roarton from the Norford institute for PDS. The rhetoric question was formed by a recognition in his eyes that resembled a nostalgic relief. He had feared before that Roarton would become a horrible, strange place with nothing left to feel like home, but seeing the kid he once took care of some ten years ago about the neighbourhood just like anyone else made the deceased remember what good could come of new life, “See-- I told you you’d be bigger than me one day.”