Or maybe I just refuse to anymore.
It's been so long. I don't know what are the right things to say anymore.
Everything sounds wrong.
What if everything stays broken.
Something somethingWe stumbled back to my hotel, just a few blocks away from the bar. Laughter and off tune lyrics filled the air around us.Something something by FotoVonKai
She held me tight, trying to steal some heat from me, good thing I had plenty to spare that snowy night.
She looked to me, rosy cheeks and eyes, cool like the icicles that we passed on by, and smiled. I couldn't tell you if it was the considerable amount of alcohol inside of me or her that gave me the warm feeling inside, but I guess for now, it doesn't really matter.
The stairs gave her more trouble than they should have, and after the third failed attempt to ascend them, I decided to throw her over my shoulder and make my way up, her in tow. She squealed with a mixture of fright and delight, and even though the hour was late, I did nothing.
Tonight, they didn't matter.
I could always be polite tomorrow.
At the door, I fished around in my pockets with almost frozen hands, my fingers stiff from the cold. Pockets were patted and repatted as I tried to find the stupid
Day 11 August 2011Day 1 by FotoVonKai
Today was the last day the sky would fall.
We had been told for months that there would be a meteor shower coming, that for a whole week, a whole asteroid field's worth of space debris would be raining down on us.
The public was assured that nothing landing would be larger than an inch or two in diameter. Still, that is an inch or two of something that could potentially be moving at around 64 kilometers per second, I don't care if it's only anything across, that's going to hurt like hell.
When the sky began to fall a week ago, I started to wear a helmet. My friends actually thought it was a good idea.
That was a first.
We all went down to the local army surplus store and shopped around.
Kevlar, steel, all worked just fine for our cause, although some people had issues with fitting.
Catherine is but 13, tiny head, and we weren't going to make her go around with a bicycle helmet, that would be boring.
Instead we bought foam from a store across the street and lined it enough
Valentine's Day What IfThis had been planned for months, and I couldn't help but not sleep the night before.Valentine's Day What If by FotoVonKai
The day before, I had told the staff that they all had the day off, that no one was to be out of bed and in the corridors before 9am and that there would be severe consequences if they disobeyed. I made it a point to stare directly at KChan while making this point.
But today, oh today would be a glorious day; everything was fitting into place so well!
I had received message last night that the caterers from the east had arrived, a little earlier than expected, but that meant they could get a few hours of sleep before coming in. Somehow that caterer, Chris, who had come in only to assist for the masquerade and decided to stay a little longer, caught wind of the plan and left a note on my desk a few days ago, volunteering himself for the day, no fee. No one had seen him come in that day, and no one had brought in his message, not even Kai's all seeing eyes.
Something about that caterer bothered me, but