Gelatinous Cube

What Are You Listening To?

War Never Changes

The dysphoric just have to deal with it, I guess.

What Are You Listening To?

Never heard of this band before, but I'm liking what I hear.

War Never Changes

Despite himself, he managed the shadow of a smile, which he immediately hid by bowing his head.
"I could use one or two, I guess. Not as badly as I need to piss."
He felt very small and childish for having to ask, but it was easier for everybody than the alternative. From now until the unforeseeable future he was essentially a prisoner.
Can't risk letting him go, can't risk ignoring his past. He'd put them between a rock and an extremely hard place. The only way out was to prove he was a reformed man or die somewhere along the way.
Such was life.
"Do you mind?" He asked, pointing to the front door.

What Are You Listening To?

Four days without any posts is too long, so have this gem.

War Never Changes

Good on ya, Saika. You make me proud.

War Never Changes

Quinn turned around to Celty. Her and Quinn had not had the chance for proper introductions, but he had a strong gut feeling that she had learnt enough about him.
Her attempt at conversation was appreciated, though he could tell how awkward and forced it was. Was she frightened of him? It was wise to treat anyone you met with a healthy dose of caution, but she had gotten a very quick and sudden trip through the looking glass when it came to the scarred man before her. It could very well be that one of those bullets in her rifle had his named on it.
For now at least, she was being civil and treating him like a human being, even if it was for the sake of her own hide.

Quinn nodded at her, keeping his face as neutral as possible.
"Always been an early riser. Guess I've just been that way all my life."
A flash of memory crossed his mind right then, of two little girls laughing and giggling as pancakes cooked in a frying pan, lovingly made by the most beautiful woman in the world. Fresh ground coffee, golden brown toast and a smile on every face.
Audrey...
Vanessa...
Simone...

Wife...
Children...
Family...

He suddenly realized how deep his frown had gotten and the silence he'd left hanging in the air and willed those hazy, blurred memories away. Too much pain, too much shame. They were never coming back, and he was never going to see them again.
Quinn desperately hoped Jake would wake up soon.
He wanted to go away from this moment, but he knew he'd just cause undue panic if he went on his own.

The Topic to Bitch About and Rave About Movies and Film

I've seen a lot of movies that I've really enjoyed over the past five years, but very few that I want to watch again.

War Never Changes

Oh good.
So many times I've been the last person to post in an RP and I eventually start to think I'm a serial RP killer.

War Never Changes

Did I kill this?