| "Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win Some flaming, fatal climax within their lives Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes, clean beds and wives." -Siegfried Sassoon |
| "Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win Some flaming, fatal climax within their lives Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes, clean beds and wives." -Siegfried Sassoon |


The White Parade: I of VII. The Patient(s): They call him The Patient. No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess--but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is The Patient in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients--most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow It doesnt matter who youre talking to, or who is talking to you; say The Patient with the right amount of inflection and people automaThe White Parade: I of VI


The White Parade: II of VIII. Perfect: Why is she here?The White Parade: II of VI
Hes sitting on the bench across from the elevator, waiting for me like he has been for the last week. Theres a square patch of cotton gauze taped to the inside of his left elbow, the telltale sign of the recently needled. His clothes are still the same (or perhaps, more believably, a different set) of cotton hospital pajamas in plain, standard white. Hes at the height of fashion in his clothes, at the very peak of classic American hospital chic that will never in a million years die out. If it ever does, then God help the masses without any other way of tell


The White Parade: III of VIIII. The White Parade: A day passes. I find myself in his room again, taking more pictures. I dont even think about it anymore; right after the last class is over, I catch the subway to the hospital, take the elevator to the fifth floor and knock twice on door 515. He never seems to mind. He never asks why I keep coming; he just lets me in when I knock and closes the door behind us--locking it to keep the unwanted medicals out to keep the world away. I bring the scarf this time, hidden inside a black gift bag I found in my closet the night before. When I give it to him, he seems rather shocked. Not because itsThe White Parade: III of VI


The White Parade: IV of VIIV. 3AM: (Once again, I cant stress how terribly sorry we are about the mishap this afternoon.The White Parade: IV of VI
N-no no, its fine. Honest. I wont sue unless I develop a habit for the stuff.
They chuckle nervously. Regardless That was a careless move on our part. It could have been worse than a sedative.
Is he always that difficult?
You mean is he always that hysterical?
She nods. Hes never been that way before. Ive never seen him like
| "This mortal scene stands built of memories, Shaped by the wise Who gazed in breathing wonderment, And left us their brave eyes To light the way they went." -Siegfried Sassoon |


BF - TrashIts tragic, isnt it, the way these people have been treated? To have their their graves disturbed and their bones tossed aside like garbage in the streets Hands splayed on either side of his head, Saint Sorrows lies down on his stomach. He turns his head to rest an ear against the grass, looking very sad as he does so. When he shuts his eyes and takes in a deep breath, I suppose I could almost believe hes trying to listen for something. The gentle tread of spiritual feet? I dont know. Weve been sitting in Burr Oak for at least two hours now--or at least I have. WhenBF - Trash


Everything is Better DressedThe little bell above the Bayside Diner door rings with the entrance of two new customers. Largely ignored by the other patrons, Clementine leads Marion to a booth in the far corner, near one of the several televisions hovering over the diners long, chrome-and-Formica counter. She sits on one side; he across from her. Food! Clementine claps her hands once. Food, I am convinced, could solve many of the worlds current problems. The way it seems, Id have to say food is also the cause of many of the worlds current problems, too. Marion stares dubiousEverything is Better Dressed


Brigit's Flame: CaesarWell, come on in. Look around, make yourself comfortable-- A beeping sound attracts her attention. Oh! I have a message. Ill be right back. Okay Marion watches Clementine disappear into another room (a bedroom, judging from the glimpse he gets of a bed before she shuts the door) and proceeds to remove his coat and sit on the nearby green futon. The extent of his invited looking around is limited to what he can see of the main living area from his seat, which is fine enough for him. Why should someone who desires privacy as much as he be so nosy in anotherBrigit's Flame: Caesar
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You'll get c a c o o n e d tonight.
Then you'll be, s o soon, o n e of u s.
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"You have never lived until you see a guy puking in an alley wearing foam antlers." -Adam Turla
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You'll get c a c o o n e d tonight.
Then you'll be, s o soon, o n e of u s.
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"El gasp! I have been spotted! I must flee. Sexily." -~kungpowkitten
"You have never lived until you see a guy puking in an alley wearing foam antlers." -Adam Turla
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You'll get c a c o o n e d tonight.
Then you'll be, s o soon, o n e of u s.
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