Tales From The Crypt

RP Moment

Thu, 19 Mar 2009 23:35:31 GMT

It was late- very late. David had been sound asleep in next to Alex when he heard a cry from the other room. He shot up from his restful slumber and looked around. It took a moment for him to realize that the crying was not coming from anywhere in the room but from Ellie's room.

Sighing, David crawled out of bed and headed off to the baby's room. As he entered the crying grew worse. He picked up the squirming infant and instantly understood what the problem was- she was burning up.

"Great...," he mumbled under his breath as he tried to calm the child.

Role-Play Moment

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 23:35:53 GMT

It had been a long day- a very long day. Work had been miserable and coming home and having to deal with his father on the phone again was doing nothing to improve Dresden's mood. He sighed, tapping his cell phone against his head, wondering how the hell he was going to bring up the subject. It was something he figured would never come up but now it was inevitable that his past was going to crash into his present. The only thing that he had a choice in was who the party-crasher would be- himself or his father.

He had gotten over his horror at his own actions years ago- no choice. He either had to live with it or not. Seeing as the Powers That Be had deemed it necessary that he remain a member of this mortal coil he had to let the past go. Grousing over the past wouldn't change it.

Dresden had learned to live with who he was and who he had been. The question was- could anyone else? Tossing aside the phone, he toyed with the prospect of seeing if his old place was up for rent again. Wouldn't be a bad thing to check out...

He glanced up as the front door opened.

RP Moment

Sat, 14 Feb 2009 04:56:18 GMT

On February 14th Alex finds a nice new coat hanging in the kitchen for her. There is a card attached to it-

Happy Whatever Day
-David

RP post for Dresden and Eames

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:35:40 GMT

Who: David, Alex, and some phone calls
When: This morning
Where: Their house
Rating: Knowing Dresden PG-13

Dresden was busy in the kitchen, making waffles. He didn't have work today so he wanted to make the best of it. Near by, Ellie was in his high chair, watching him work with great interest.

"Hey, Alex- breakfast'll be ready soon!"

Merry Belated Christmas to me

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 18:16:03 GMT

My Oldsmobile finally kicked the infernal bucket so I went and got myself a new ride. It's not what you might think I would pick out but I happen to like it- V6, 3.8L, Series III engine.

As much as I needed a new car I still hate shelling out the money.

Movie recommendations

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 07:40:13 GMT

Went with some... associates from IAB to see the late showing of Valkyrie. Decent movie overall but it seems that Hollywood, once again, has taken a bleak truth and polished it into a story of valor and heroism.

A New Year Ahead

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 07:35:05 GMT

So people always get nostalgic this time of year. They wish for "the good ol' days." Well, my grandmother had something to say about "the good ol' days." Her opinion was that there was no such thing as "the good ol' days." She said that "the good ol' days" weren't all that good. She grew up during the Depression so I suppose times weren't all that good then. I've also noticed that time tends to erase the bad from our memories and we are left with a false impression that everything in the past was good or at least better than our present situation.

What does this all mean? Nothing. Go forth and drink and be merry and leave me the hell alone. Happy New Year, New York City.

When the Hell did December show up?

Wed, 03 Dec 2008 05:10:10 GMT

Seriously- what the hell? I don't want Christmas yet.

Thanksgiving was turkey-filled and all that jazz. I'll never get the hang of these family-oriented holidays. Never.

big piles of shit

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 05:52:45 GMT

So I hear there have been big to-dos going on lately. People leaving and people getting dropped in it. For the record, I had nothing to do with certain IAB investigations. That's all I'll say.

Halloween was good. I ended up drenching quite a few would-be TP-ers and mischief makers. I don't think I need to re-certify this year for my firearm- my aim is just fine. HA!

A poem for Halloween

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 01:25:58 GMT

I'm not usually much of one for poems but I've always liked Robert Frost. Go figure. Any ways, I thought this would be a good one to share with it being Halloween and all. Enjoy.

Ghost House
by: Robert Frost

I Dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,--
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

From "A Boy's Will", 1913

I guess I should use this thing

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:50:25 GMT

What is everyone planning on dressing as for Halloween? I'm looking to be that guy who waits in the bushes with a hose to drench any would-be TP-ers.

Where did August go?

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 04:37:31 GMT

I'm not ready for Summer to be over, dammit.

OOC: I'm sorry for his posts being so short this month. It wasn't a good month. Hopefully, September brings better surprises or none at all.

Father again

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 04:36:34 GMT

The kid was born and had all fingers and toes accounted for. Alex seems okay so far. I'm teaching her the finer points of watching Columbo. Life is good.

Another morning- RP moment

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 05:52:23 GMT

OOC: This piece is more of Dresden remembering his demons. The present moments are set for July 4th as Dresden is stuck with parade duty once more. The past moments he remembers are set for the morning after this one-
http://dresdenk9cop.livejournal.com/9099.html

PRESENT

David sat, feet propped up on his desk, twirling the cap for his dress blues on his index finger. He was pondering taking Alex out to eat that evening. This was sort of their anniversary after all.

If was hard for him to believe it had been a year already. He wasn't sure what he'd done in life to deserve something this good but whatever it was he was glad for it. In all truthfulness, though, he knew he didn't deserve it.

He set aside the cap with a sigh. He tried his best not to think about the past. Dwelling on it wouldn't change it. Still... if one didn't remember the past they were doomed to repeat it.

PAST

Sleeping on a wood floor was not conducive to a very good morning. Dresden had learned this the hard way. He awoke on the floor next to his bed feeling very sore and extremely drained. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and tried to remember how he had gotten in this state.

It didn't take much to remember.

His eyes searched the room and found the Glock laying on the floor across from him- still where it had landed the night before. David put a hand to his eyes wiping away the dried tears on his face. That's how he had ended up sleeping on the floor- he had exhausted himself, sobbing.

David rested his forehead against the knee he had drawn up to himself, feeling the crushing weight of guilt and remorse return.

How can I live with myself? How am I supposed to fucking live with this?

The truth was he didn't want to live. How was he going to be able to look at his little girl again? He wished he could take back every attempt he had made at remembering his past. He had been far happier when all he had remembered were the memories of his perfect life with him as the charming and devoted husband and father. This other man- what he had done- acting devoid of... humanity? Conscious? Acting in such a cool and calculated fashion... How did one do that?

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the greasiness of it- from styling it the day before- the way he had done most of his adult life- just like his father. His hand paused and then clenched onto the hair under it and pulled- hard. The other hand flew to his head and before long he was ripping out chunks.

When he had finished there was blood all around him and he had a few bald spots but he felt better. With a manic grin, he stood and walked to his drawers and closet and pulled out all the clothes from before... including his dress blues and regular uniform from CPD. He took the whole mess and dumped it in the back of his car. Max watched, unsure of what to do. David paused, noticing the dog, and put a hand down. Max walked over and put his nose up to the hand.

"I'll be back. I promise."

The dog whimpered but let him leave.

Several hours later and David was in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere with his belongings and a full gas can. He had stopped during the trip to buy the can and fill it and his new hair-do had gotten a lot of attention. He didn't care. This was him now. This was who he was going to be.

The only things that had kept him from trying to take his life again during the drive were the thought of his little girl and the promise had made to Max that he would return. And, for all his thoughts on religion, that Glock hadn't fired and it had been loaded properly and there was nothing wrong with it mechanically. He had test fired it later without a problem. Maybe living with the knowledge was his punishment- who knew?

He threw the clothing down in a pile and dumped the gasoline over it. A lit match later and the whole thing was engulfed in flames. He watched, the fire flickering in his eyes.

An exorcism. That's what this was.

PRESENT

Absently, David ran a hand through the unruly hair that he had been told more than once to get cut. He had always replied with a nicely worded, "Screw you."

He turned a page in the mystery novel he had been reading and raised an eyebrow at something one of the characters said. Before he had a chance to mutter something about it under his breath a young voice interrupted his reading.

"Detective Dresden?"

He looked up.

"We're ready to go now."

David rolled his eyes and then nodded to the kid. Standing, he grabbed his cap and followed the young officer out.

He walked the line between himself and the dark shadow in his past. It was a journey he made alone.

OOC

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 00:18:20 GMT

It's a dark and stormy night out and I feel some more writing coming on for this evening. I thank all those who have given me such nice feedback on the most recent piece I wrote for Dresden. I was very hesitant as to the age of the girl involved because I know there are some taboos involved but trying to make Dresden's past seem more palatable went against the mood I was working for in that entry.

I wanted a very Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde conflict within Dresden. I've never had a character this long in an RPG so it's giving me more time and ability to flesh out Dresden and explore his past- that he was no goody-goody in the past. It's something he has to live with. He has a fairly laid back attitude now but there was a lot of pain that went into that.

Thanks for indulging my odd need for a dark and multi-faceted character. ^_^

Dancing with the Devil

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 06:36:38 GMT

OOC: This is something that was nagging at me and wouldn't leave until written. David has decided to share some of his dark secrets with me and I had to write. This is probably destined to remain a secret he keeps to himself but who knows... He has Alex and that makes his life good but everyone has demons that haunt them and that no one can help them with. This is one of David's demons- something about himself that he has learned to live with. Enjoy!

P.S. This little ditty is rated PG-13 for adult situations and language. No kiddies allowed! xD Also, I was boozing it up a little when I wrote this. Helped me get into character. *snickers* Also, I'm not to blame if this depresses the shit outta people.

Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone
But there's nothing I can say to change
The things I've done
I'd do anything within my power
I'd give everything I've got
But the path I seek is hidden from me now

Brother bear, I let you down
You trusted me, believed in me
And I let you down
Of all the things I hid from you
I cannot hide the shame
And I pray someone, something will come
To take away the pain

There's no way out of this dark place
No hope, no future
I know I can't be free
But I can't see another way
I can't face another day

PRESENT

"David, you've been coming to see me for... what, 11 years now and what have we managed to do?"

David fussed with a pen he had found in his jacket pocket. "You're the one being paid by the department- you tell me."

The psychiatrist sighed his usual frustrated sigh. "This is pointless."

"Finally something we agree on."

"Do you open up to anyone?"

David raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

"About anything about yourself outside of how you came to be injured and the basics of who you were before?"

"What else is there to talk about?"

"Don't you have any insight regarding who you were?"

David shrugged.

"In these 11 years I don't think you've once expressed a desire to go back to your old life. It's like you don't even care- like the first 25 years of your life never happened."

"I dunno, Doc," David replied, standing up, "but it appears our time is up. See you next month."

"David- what are you afraid of?"

There came no reply. David had already left the office.

PAST

When David had been shot the resulting injury and trauma had robbed him of most of his life before. As time had gone by single moments had returned to him. Some memories were welcome but most were not.

He came to remember being on his own a lot as a kid. Mom was always out at the bar and Dad was busy with one of his mistresses. Mom never got on Dad about sleeping around and Dad never got on Mom about her drinking. It seemed like a good match and when they were in public as a family no one would have guessed they were anything but the perfect family unit.

He could remember meeting Sarah and falling in love. He remembered when Sam was born. He could remember being so happy with his life but always in the corners of his mind there was a heaviness- a darkness that tainted the happy picture. Every time he sought out the source of the imperfection his mind had fought back, refusing to show him.

Eventually, David had stopped trying to remember what had loomed in his past and moved on with his life. However, as he went through the motions of this new world he was a part of- New York City- he couldn't help a sense of unease. That was when the drinking started.

When he drank his mind wasn't bothered by the fact that he couldn't remember who he had once been or who he was supposed to be now. He found he was a far more pleasant person when he drank. Fancy that. He often wondered if that was why his mother had drank- to get away from herself for awhile.

"David?"

He was sitting at the bar of some dive in lower Manhattan, spending a stormy night with his favorite buddy, Jack Daniels, when the female voice called his name. He looked over his shoulder and saw a young woman with lots of leg, an ample chest, and a face that looked sultry without meaning. She had his undivided attention.

He grinned what he hoped was a charming smile and gestured her over to him. She smiled back and walked over, taking the seat next to him.

"It's good to see you, David."

He stared at her, willing himself to remember how he knew her. The more he tried the harder his subconscious fought to keep the memory of her from him.

"You do remember me, don't you?"

"I... um..."

Sadness filled her face and she reached over, touching the scar on his forehead. "I heard about what happened. It's okay." She moved closer, her lips grazing his before coming to rest.

David couldn't stifle his surprise but shoved it to the side as he automatically moved a hand to her neck, deepening the kiss. There was something old and very familiar about this- about the feel of her lips against his.

She pulled him down on top of her on the bed and kissed him, lustfully. He returned the gesture and trailed the kisses down her neck. She moaned and arched up, pushing her hips, in a grinding motion, against him. He worked the buttons on her shirt and soon was able to push it back to reveal nothing but a bra. He trailed his hand over the fabric-

"Amanda!" he choked, pulling away from her so fast he nearly toppled off his bar stool.

She blinked, a confused look on her face. "Glad to have jogged your memory."

He stared at her. "What are you doing her here?"

"I was in town for a wedding and I heard you lived here now so I asked around. Turns out you make quite an impression on people."

He wiped his lips on the back of his hand, nervously. "Yeah..." He paid for his drinks and slid off his stool.

Amanda reached out a hand and caught one of his arms. "Stay, David. I heard you're divorced now." She leaned in close. "We could have some fun- I could help you remember some more," she whispered in his ear.

He jerked out of her grasp. "I need to go."

She looked put out. "What's wrong with you?"

David didn't hesitate as he fled for the door. "Everything."

David practically ran home. The rain soaked through his coat and clothes, drenching him from head to toe. He couldn't stop though- he had to get away.

With every step he took, though, more of his past came rushing back. David could now remember with stunning clarity what had lurked on the very edge of his consciousness, casting a dark shadow over the happy family picture he had constructed of his life with Sarah and Sam.

A local public high school had asked the department if they could have a police dog come in and do a demonstration of the work they did. Of course, this meant a handler had to accompany the dog. Being all of 24 at the time David had been anxious to show off his skills to anyone who would watch so he had no problem taking the assignment.

That had been how he had met Amanda.

The daughter of controlling and over-protective parents, Amanda had been two people in one. At school and to her parents she was a brilliant student who had no time for boyfriends and the like. But that was only one side of her. The other side was one that held a desire for someone she felt was her intellectual equal. She felt she found that in the handsome young K9 officer.

It had started out innocently enough. She had taken the time after his presentation to ask questions. The typical questions of a 16-year-old. How old was his dog? How long had he been a police officer? Did he like his job? Things like that... and then... it had turned into something it shouldn't have.

She had followed him out to his car, talking still like any teenager does. He wasn't paying much attention to her, pondering to himself what Sarah was making for dinner that night. Amanda must have sensed his disinterest because she reached out a hand and touched his face.

He turned to ask her what she was doing but the words never made it out. She was kissing him. He should have stopped her, he should have realized how wrong it was- but he didn't. Neither thought crossed his mind. There was no guilt- no feeling of this being wrong. The only thing that bothered him was annoyance- annoyance at his wife deciding to call him right in the middle of him having sex.

And that was how he had led this life from then on. He was two people in one. One side never saw the other- he kept them separate in his mind. It never occurred to him as he was playing with his baby girl or when he was making love to his wife that the other side of his life- the one with Amanda- was wrong. He didn't see the harm. His needs were taken care of.

Eventually, though, the inevitable happened- someone found out his secret. A local dealer had been tipped off that a cop who had just been added to the task force trying to take him and others down was fucking a high school girl and he tracked down said cop. David, concerned for his career, had agreed to allow the dealer to continue his business without interference in return for the dealer's silence.

Colin Lowry had not been the only dirty cop in the task force.

David finally reached his apartment where Max was waiting for him, concerned. He shoved the dog aside and headed to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He couldn't live with this. He could remember her body against his and his stomach lurched. Her cries of pleasure echoed in his head and sent him to the bathroom where he was sick.

When there was nothing left in his stomach, David slumped against the tub. Rocking back and forth he sobbed, crushed under the weight of his guilt and disgust. Those memories- the ones his mind had fought to keep from him, to keep him from returning to the dark place he had been in, why he had been committed- were too much.

He had seen his fate when he had died- he was going to burn for what he had done. He was gonna burn. That's what he had seen when he had died.

Distraught, David stood and stumbled back into his bedroom. He couldn't live with this. He couldn't live with himself, with this knowledge of what he had done- how much he was like the very man who had been put to death for the murders of all those good police officers. Put to death for the attempted murder of David Dresden while Dresden himself had never been caught- had never paid for his crimes.

He dug through the drawer of his bedside table finally pulling out the Glock that was his personal weapon. Without a second thought he stuck the gun barrel in his mouth and angled the barrel up toward his brain. He was ending this.

Click.

David opened an eye, realizing that nothing had happened when he had pulled the trigger. He tried again.

Click.

Enraged, he threw the gun across the room and threw back his head.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DEAL?!" he screamed at the ceiling. "JUST LET ME DIE! I DON'T CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO ME! IT CAN'T BE ANY WORSE THAN THIS!"

David collapsed against his bed. "Just let me die...," he sobbed. "Please, let me die. I can't live like this... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

PRESENT

David sat in his favorite bar. It was a little more high class- a place where cops and lawyers tended to wander into. That was okay. He didn't mind sharing. He took a long swing of his beer and checked the score of the baseball game on the TV behind the bar.

Everyone had demons they had to live with- a darker side of their nature. David was no different. He didn't need a doctor to tell him that.

Anything you people want to tell me?

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 03:33:21 GMT

Interesting

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 05:00:00 GMT

I hear people have been playing bumper cars. Never get into games with cabbies- they're suicidal to begin with so they'll always have the edge.

Sometimes, Dresden was glad he no longer worked in the field. Hearing about the car accident was one of those times. Another brush with his own morality was not on his to-do list anytime soon.

He had an appointment with the shrink on Friday. His monthly appointment. Bah. However, it was a condition of his employment with the NYPD so he was willing to put on the dog and pony show for them 12 times a year. He had done the math once- since 1997 he had visited the shrink 130 times.

The shrink had once asked him what kind of person he had been before being shot- before dying. He had told him he didn't remember much. At first, that was the truth but as time had passed he had started remembering.

And that's when he chose not to try to remember any more. The truth did not always set a person free.

OOC

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 04:09:12 GMT

A friend of mine online wrote the lyrics to this song that was composed by one of his friends. It's a beautiful song. Why am I posting it here? It really sums up the relationship between David and his ex-wife. If David sang he would be singing this.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1394179/

Enjoy.

The End (lyrics and vocals by Callee_McBorder, instrumentals by Witus)
As the days turn into years
Still I don't know why I'm here
Is this all?
Or all I've dreamed of?

Everything I've ever had
Always turns from good to bad
Tell me why
Why can't we (can't tell what word this is here)

This is the end of all my hopes
This is the end of all my dreams
This is the end
The end
Of you and me

In the end I'm just your friend
Never mind that I have been
By you
In your darkest days

None of that must matter now
Though I still don't know just how
I can turn
Turn and walk away

I can't let him break your heart
I won't let it go that far
I don't know what you want from me
All I know is that I want you to be

This can't be the end of all our hopes
This can't be the end of all our dreams
This can't be the end
The end
Of you and me

But this is the end of all my hopes
This is the end of all my dreams
This is the end
The end
Of you and me

Hmmm...

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 06:28:48 GMT

So it appears I missed a birthday. More importantly, I missed an excuse to drink. Damn.

instert witty subject line here

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 18:09:50 GMT

You know, sometimes kids are smarter than we give'em credit for. Just saying.

Went fishing this weekend. I hate just sitting around and doing nothing while hoping that a nightcrawler looks appealing to a slimy creature in the water. Kid likes it, though. She's getting more and more interested in hunting. The idea of her with a shotgun kinda scares me.

Like toy soldiers

Sat, 31 May 2008 06:58:04 GMT

(OOC: Why do I have these ficlet bugs bite me at 2am? Bah! Any ways, I've had "Toy Soldiers" by Martika on repeat most of the day and this was the result.)

Step by step
Heart to heart
Left, right, left
We all fall down
Like toy soldiers

Somewhere in upstate New York...

Dresden was sitting next to Sam on a dock, holding a fishing pole and looking bored.

"Dad, you're not even trying."

He raised an eyebrow at his daughter. "Maybe I don't feel like slimy fish for dinner."

"We're supposed to be bonding... or something." She cast her line back out, deeper this time.

"Why can't bond over an Eggs Over My Hammy at Denny's or something?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "You never like anything I do."

"That's not true. We both like mocking the stupid."

"That's not quality time- that's a hobby."

"There's a difference?"

She glared at him, frustrated. "Nice to know some things haven't changed."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She turned her voice up an octave, impersonating a little kid. "Daddy, come outside!" Deep voice, "I can't." "Daddy, let's go for a walk." "No."

Sam turned and looked out at her line in the water. "That was the sum total of my childhood. Nothing ever changed."

"You're still a kid."

"You know what I mean."

Dresden scowled at his fishing pole. "I didn't have a choice in the matter."

"Would have it been different if it hadn't happened? Mom always told me to be proud of you because you were this hardworking cop who went above and beyond for the job. She said you'd always tell her it would pay off."

He was quiet for a bit, frustrated. "I don't know what you're wanting me to say."

She shrugged. "I dunno... I guess it's just regret over what could and should have been."

"You been reading Steinbeck again?"

"Har, har..."

They both lapsed into silence again as was their custom. After a bit, Sam shifted.

"What did you see when you died?"

Dresden nearly dropped his fishing pole in the water at her question. "Excuse me?"

She looked at him, innocently. "What did you see?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

He stood, "How about this? It's none of your damn business."

Sam turned watching him march off. "Is there a Heaven?"

"I'm not the person to ask."

"Then who is?"

"Try a priest or something."

"I think they're a little bias seeing as it's the business they're in and all."

"I'm going to go buy some more tackle."

"But Dad!" She hated how secretive he tended to be- even toward his family.

"No."

"But!"

"No."

Finally, Sam went back to watching her fishing pole. She knew the discussion was over. Not far away Dresden looked back, relieved that she was going to let the subject drop.

He had seen something when he had died but it hadn't been anything he would call 'Heaven.'

It wasn't my intention to mislead you
It never should have been this way
What can I say

It's true, I did extend the invitation
I never knew how long you'd stay
When you hear temptation call
It's your heart that takes, takes the fall

(Won't you come out and play with me)

Step by step
Heart to heart
Left, right, left
We all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit
Torn apart
We never win
and the battle rages on
For Toy soldiers

It's getting hard to wake up in the morning
My head is spinning constantly
How can it be?

How could I be so blind to this addiction?
If I don't stop, the next one's gonna be me

Only emptiness remains
It replaces all, all the pain

(Won't you come out and play with me)

Step by step
Heart to heart
Left, right, left
We all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit
Torn apart
We never win
and the battle rages on
For Toy soldiers

(We never win)

Only emptiness remains
It replaces all, all the pain

(Won't you come out and play with me)

Step by step
Heart to heart
Left, right, left
We all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit
Torn apart
We never win
and the battle rages on
For Toy soldiers

Step by step
Heart to heart
Left, right, left
We all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit
Torn apart
We never win
and the battle rages on
For Toy soldiers

Time rolls by

Fri, 30 May 2008 17:45:26 GMT

Saw the new Indian Jones movie. I liked it. Thoughts?

Tomorrow

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 17:52:34 GMT

is the first of May. Where the hell did April go?

Not much of one for parties- an RP moment

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 03:48:12 GMT

Dresden yawned and checked his watch for the fourth time in ten minutes. He hated running surveillance.

"Ya got a deck of cards?" he asked the rookie cop who was with him.

The kid shook his head and went back to listening to the wiretap they had going on at the house of a suspected dirty cop.

David loosened the tie around his neck, glancing down at the floor of the van they were in. "Of course not," he mumbled to himself. He reached over and grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds from a shelf in the van and shoved a handful in his mouth. At least it was something to do.

He had been bounced out to Staten Island on the whim of his superiors in order to assist in a surveillance operation. David knew he should have told Alex but he just hadn't really gotten around to it. He wasn't much of one for reporting in or thinking about others most of the time. Something about emotional disability or some shit.

David spat out a sunflower seed shell in annoyance. The other officer made a face at him.

"That's disgusting."

"Yeah? What ya gonna do about it, Kid?"

He lapsed into silence.

"That's what I thought."

He chomped on another seed and leaned back in his chair. Bah. He was finally getting some time away starting tomorrow afternoon. It was then that another senior IAB officer would be coming by to relieve him. It was about damn time. David made a mental note to himself to go see Sam and, later, Alex.

Too bad he forgot he had a lousy memory.

Tales From The Crypt

RP Moment

Role-Play Moment

RP Moment

RP post for Dresden and Eames

Merry Belated Christmas to me

Movie recommendations

A New Year Ahead

When the Hell did December show up?

big piles of shit

A poem for Halloween

I guess I should use this thing

Where did August go?

Father again

Another morning- RP moment

OOC

Dancing with the Devil

Anything you people want to tell me?

Interesting

OOC

Hmmm...

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Like toy soldiers

Time rolls by

Tomorrow

Not much of one for parties- an RP moment

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