I was born wrong as a child, and even in death I could not find rest.
Now, my body has been reborn, melded with machines and
cybernetics to create a new person. I am born anew,
and I can only guess where my life will take me...
This is a collection of vignettes which focuses on various background and supporting characters, giving a brief glimpse into each of their lives.
May 28th, 2007
Rice Lake Reservoir
Near Duluth, MN
Liabella Navarro had always been a difficult child, causing her parents many hours of worry and grief. By the time she was eight, she had gotten the nickname of “The Terror of Taos” for her many rebellious escapades. Her first brush with juvenile hall was for stealing a car when she was only seven and as she grew up it got worse. Her parents tried their best, but it was hard on them. Salvadore was often on the road, as his job as a trucker took him away for long periods. Isobel worked as an agent for the local MCO office, and often had to work long hours. With no supervision, Liabella grew more and more wild.
Sept. 8th, 2016 (5:20 am)---Whitman
It was the loudest, shrillest noise I’d ever heard. At first, I thought someone was putting an air horn to my head. I swatted with closed eyes, trying to knock it away. Unfortunately, no effort from me made the noise go away. Rolling to my side, I peeled the pillow from around my ears and took a peek. Was she freaking kidding? There was Jenny, sitting on her bed, putting on her sneakers. Opening my eyes further, I noticed she was dressed for a run. Her clothes were skin-tight and once again, she was wearing long sleeves. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and even though it was this early, she was still as gorgeous as ever.
Saturday, September 24, 2016 - 9:46 pm
Crystal hall
It was supposed to be an easy morning. Get up, go to Costume Workshop, get some praise from the teacher on her current version of the outfit. Then off to visiting Caro’s new lab, while leaving the paperwork to Chris. She would face all that with the peace of mind of a carefree weekend, which had been something she felt she’d been missing for a good couple of months. Even with the minor setback that drove her and her fellow Poesie back to the cafeteria for a late breakfast, she thought there was nothing that could really upset her…
And then she saw him. Up on the rafters of the second level, sitting on a table that was probably too elite for a freshman she had a clear view at a face she hadn’t seen since the tail end of her vacations.
There is no such thing as 'Your Truth.' There is The Truth and your opinion.
Ben Shapiro
It's the details that really sell something.
I'd never been one for details before all this. You'd think a graduate student working on their masters would be diligent in such things, but I'm afraid there are time's other things were more pressing. I was in a rut of just sleeping, for which there was never enough time, studying, ditto and eating. My eight year old self would be devastated to find out you can grow tired of peanut butter and jelly. I was dangerously flirting with burn out and becoming another failed ABT Master's candidate. Then my master's thesis project was approved and I had a fat grant check burning a hole in my account, so yes, I have to admit I was less than ethical with some of those funds and splurged a bit.
If you can call a bowl of stew and a beer splurging. That's when I met Greg.
Saturday, October 1, 2016 - Evening
New York City Morgue
The attendant, clad in a white labcoat over his street clothes didn't bother looking at the two men who came into his workspace. "Put him over there," he said in a thoroughly bored, non-interested tone as he absently pointing to a wall-full of small doors.
"Where? Here?" one of the burly men with the gurney asked.
"Next to the other three," the attendant grumbled. "Gotta put him on ice for a bit."
If it weren't for bad luck, would JB have any luck at all?
Charlie Sandsmark and his mother, Helena, travel around the world from one archaeological dig to another, looking for evidence of the ancient Amazonian culture. So far they have found nothing, until Charlie discovers something wonderful about himself on a small island in the Aegean Sea.
JADIS
When I got to the Workshop in the morning, the usual crew of maniacs was there, and Ace and A-Plus were arguing with various personages over… something.
I think I liked those two better when they were tragically pining away for each other.
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