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InsaneJournal for Price Oliver.
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| Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 |
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Price had finished moving into his new apartment the day before, which meant he was starting off in a new space on a seven. That didn’t help when he woke up, alone in his head. It shouldn’t be so bad considering Bruce hadn’t been around that long. Unfortunately, Price was just starting to get used to the duality. He tried not to let it unsettle him too much. Logically, this was today’s seven. It might not last. Tampa’s magic might be suppressing their past lives. Or maybe it was removing these personalities altogether? He managed to start his day, wary and distracted. Damned if he wasn’t going to spend most of the day trying not to think about Jay. After a trip out for groceries Price returned to the new place and switched on the news while he unpacked. ”…this alarming footage from the scene of the accident. It appears Mayor Patricia Oliver, in the company of her brother… Price’s eyes flew to the screen just as his phone rang. He pried it out of his pocket, still reading the scrolling text at the bottom of the screen. The scene was a mess. God, that was Prescott’s car, which you could barely tell between the debris and smoke. Please, no. Price answered the phone and his body went numb. He’d barely hung up before he was out the door, racing off to the hospital. |
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| Friday, July 3rd, 2009 |
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( Awares ) ( Cassidy ) |
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| Friday, June 12th, 2009 |
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| Thursday, May 28th, 2009 |
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Price set an alarm and woke up early this seven. There were simply no words to accurately convey his reaction, but the closest phrasing would have to be, what the fuck? So, the articles were actually reliable sources. This wasn't a media scam or city-wide joke. The idea of being a smudgy, two-dimensional figure was more than he could accept at the moment. Price booked it for the complex as quickly as possible. He honestly would rather not explore this. It was wrong on so many levels. Magic was cheating. Today might be the day to hit the bar instead of the cafe. |
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| Friday, May 22nd, 2009 |
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I'm really starting to like the coffee at the Arches complex. That being said, I think I need to spend less time there. ( Prescott and Patricia ) ( Patricia ) ( Prescott ) ( Private ) |
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| Thursday, May 21st, 2009 |
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Last Night Nighttime rolled around and Price was wide-awake. Time for an early evening walk. So far he’d avoided this section of town, though he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was all for the best. He’d avoided trouble so far, but tonight he finally walked down the wrong street. He heard the sound of struggle before he saw what was going on. As Price passed the alley he made out the words: “no—stop!” His body went into autopilot. The smart thing to do would be keep going, call the authorities. The stupid thing to do would be enter the alleyway, assess the situation, and get involved. From the looks of the neighborhood it wouldn’t be shocking if he got himself shot. Autopilot. His brain just wasn’t taking logic today, and something… someone?... took hold of the reins. At least he wasn’t the one that was about to get his ass kicked. |
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| Friday, May 8th, 2009 |
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Price arrive early in the afternoon so that he could settle before making his rounds. He kept an eye on the clock, noting when Patricia should get out of work. He had to make sure to get there at the right time. Needless to say he'd never warned her. His letter was a week overdue. He'd have to apologize for any worry this might have caused. Fortunately, he knew that she'd forgive him. The hotel that Price was staying it had quite a few luxuries to partake in. It was one of the reasons he'd chosen to stay here. A perfect excuse to turn down any offers of a guest bedroom. Also, Price had been living so sparsely over the past few months that it was interesting reminder in what money could buy. An excellent meal, a long massage, a tub that was clearly meant to fit several people. Silly, material things that he probably wouldn't take enough advantage of. This was meant to be a vacation, but Price already had the urge to walk. Something slid under his skin the minute he entered Tampa. He felt edgier than usual. It was probably family issues trying to surface. He wasn't entirely looking forward to the attempted bonding, the necessary explaining, the deeper conversations that one day he wouldn't be able to avoid. The past was certainly a tricky subject. Price pushed his negative thoughts away and glanced at the clock. It was time to head out. If he left now he'd be able to pick out a nice peace offering for his sister. |
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| Monday, April 20th, 2009 |
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Price looked at the listings for apartments. Dissatisfied, he made a note to meet with a Realtor. He returned to the search engine for hotel listings. He made a reservation. Price looked at his calendar and marked down the date and time. Next, to look for a flight or a rental car. Or maybe just a car. On second thought, a vehicle was a large commitment. There was no telling how long he'd be in Tampa before itchy feet kicked in. He'd figure that out when he got there. |
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| Wednesday, April 1st, 2009 |
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No matter where he was staying Price sent letters to his sister due to arrive the first week of every month. It was a tradition that started when he was in boarding school and it had continued through college. Over the past year or so he’d kept up through his travels. It wasn’t easy to predict the timing of international mail but Price managed to be spot on every month. April’s letter arrived like clockwork. Dear Patricia, I leave Japan at the end of the week and head to my next destination. I’m sorry to keep this letter brief but I promised Akemi what little time that remains. I'm not sure where I'll end up, but I'll let you know when I get there. Until then, stay healthy and safe. Your brother, Price Price didn't mention that by the time the letter arrived he would already be back on American soil...and heading to Tampa. Considering the timing of the letter, it seemed more fun to keep it a surprise. It was certainly going to be a huge surprise at that. |
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InsaneJournal for Price Oliver.
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