Focusing on nowhere, investigating miles

[sws] catching flies with vinegar instead of honey

2009-05-05T20:09:00Z

[sings]

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene...

Hmph.

~~Ah well, it was worth a shot.~~

[charloft] (WED) What are you wearing?

2009-05-02T02:05:29Z

Carlton Walker by strutterms featuring Zoppini bracelets

The box is full of latex gloves, which are usually stuffed in my jacket pocket. The wifey loves my ass in jeans, and the bracelet? My kids gave it to me for my birthday a few years ago...around the same time I acquired the nifty walking stick. Reminds me why I got through the accident that crippled me and got back on my feet.

There's two things I don't ever take off: my wedding ring and that bracelet. Period, end of sentence.

Carlton Walker
Original Character

[mad muses] disentangle

2009-04-27T01:21:02Z

God, he had such a headache.

It was his last coherent thought before he opened his eyes and the light came.

Light and dark blinded him, thick red blood choked him, screams of pain deafened him. Heat pooled in his leg, metal gleamed in his peripheral vision. Too much data, not enough room to sit and collect and think.

He needed less time than it would take to blink and he didn't have even that much.

So he moved...swimming in a crisp white sea of fire and gleaming shards, bright razors of pain that blotted out memory and rationality. The blood still choked him, warm and intoxicating while instinct drove him forward. He couldn't think...and there was so much blood...

In. Out. Up. Down. Over, under, around the tree, swing past the knothole...

It was a long time before he could hear the sirens, see the bodies. Everyone clear of the car, each of them safe from harm.

And all the while, the blood choked him, rich and warm...his own blood, pouring from the gaping red hole in his upper thigh.

He timed the seconds he had left as he reached for his cell phone and pressed on the number one key, waiting until the number popped up on the display. He heard it ring even over the blood rushing through his ears and out of his damaged leg.

“911, what's your emergency?”

“Car accident, Sunset and...Vine. Three, not counting me.”

“Are you injured, sir?”

“Yes...bleeding, too.” he slurred, slumping to the pavement with the operator crowing in his ear before the world dissolved to black.

Muse: Carlton Walker
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 272

[jp] falling into place by the afters

2009-04-16T03:17:01Z

It was raining on the sun
The ground beneath my feet was crumbling
Day and Night had come undone
It was the season of my wandering

Somehow Somewhere
You found me there
It was the moment that it all became clear

==========

“She’s got The Gift.”

“That’s a bunch of superstitious nonsense, Dad.”

“Boy, you’re not too big for me to crack upside the head with that fool cane of yours.”

Glancing at his father, Carlton resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he turned back to the task of spying on the children from just behind the jamb of the doorway to the living room. There, his children were busy at play…his eldest son, twenty six year old Harvey on the sofa watching his two little girls and their new playmate…the wayward blonde waif his father had carried home.

“She was born with a veil and she knows things no Christian soul has any business knowing.” Horatio Walker rumbled. “Closest she’s got to blood is another clan back east…cousins. Her great grandfather’s too damn close to walking the woods.”

Carlton let out a sigh at the mention of ‘walking the woods,’ the final journey the very eldest of The Folk took into the wild to die. It was a journey that the sixteen year old girl’s parents and brothers hadn’t survived long enough to make.

“Do you think that’s why her family was murdered?” he asked, watching as the girl carefully showed his daughters how to fold a paper crane, meticulously watching to ensure no one got a paper cut.

“I don’t know, and for now I don’t care. There’s time fore vengeance, but first she needs to be tended. Now I got permission from her great grandfather, and I talked to your brother. You’re firstborn, you got first choice…but if you don’t want her, she’ll go to him. This family needs her…her power and her touch. She’s different, Carl. She’s special.”

Carlton almost scoffed again, but the derisive snort died in his throat as he watched her, caring for his girls like her own. She was slim and already well-proportioned, a study in the classic beauty of the outside world. Still, she moved with the grace of The Folk, and accepted the clingy physical affection of six year old Cadence and ten year old Christine with her own warm touches.

After the horrors she’d endured and the trials of losing her mind for a time, she was still skittish and very quiet…but as she gently undid Cadence’s untidy pony tail and carefully pulled her hair back into place, he understood what his father meant about her touch.

Without taking his eyes from the scene, he nodded. “I want her, Dad.”

Before Horatio could answer, Anne stilled, lifting her head to pin him with her gaze.

And as she smiled at him, bright as sunshine, Carlton couldn’t help but feel that the decision had never belonged to him at all.

He didn’t feel the satisfaction of choosing…he felt the awe of being chosen.

Muse: Dr. Carlton Walker
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 468

for friend_a_muse

2009-04-15T23:07:00Z

If you're here, you're dead. Welcome to Heaven.

...okay, so you're not dead. My kids are just enablers and this blogging thing is way cool. Leave a note, I promise not to bite. Y'know...unless you're into that sort of thing.

Because all the cool kids are doing it...namely, MINE.

2009-04-15T20:35:19Z

Your Wrath Quotient: 74%

Everyone around you pretty much fears your wrath... which is probably what you want.

But just remember, there's a very thin line between fear and hate!

How Much Wrath Do You Have?

That's right. I'll cut the bitch that steals my Pringles, so look out. Special warning to Bob in ICU and Carol from the Emergency Room. Oh, and Little Miss Muffin Jolene Walker. Don't think I didn't see you last time you came by the house.

[sws] the machines are rising...

2009-04-15T18:52:37Z

[My iPod is conspiring against me.]