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Blood and Steel pt 2

The day started like those of the last week for Jeassiah, up early before dawn, in fact almost always before anyone else around Hope would consider a reasonable hour to be awake. For her though, it was either get up that early, or end up terrifying one of the other residents of the woman's hostle with the results of one of her nightmares waking herself and everyone else up.

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Blood and Steel, Hope Springs Garage.


Jeassiah awoke in a sweat this morning, the most recent of her nightmares fading but she remembered enough to recognise one of the faces, and she shivered in the coolnesss of the morning air. She glanced around and found the other sleepers were still sound asleep, and was inwardly thankfull that tonights dream was not one of the ones that would have her screaming awake in abject terror.

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Blood, Fuel and Steel


Jeassiah was working in the garage at Hope Springs, before her the burned out wreckage of her car she'd driven for so long. She sighed as she surveys the destruction heaped upon the anceint car, the tools she had available, and the small ssortment of parts she'd been able to collect so far.

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Dark Fire, a song and dance.

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"Gray was all that I could see,
Frozen all I'd ever be,
Until I saw your spark of witching light."

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Dusty Journal, Page Four

Dear Journal,

Its been a few weeks since I held this book, much less time to write actually.

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After the Party

I awoke to a quite place, warm and for many would be soothing. To me that is a trap waiting to happen. My senses sharpened and took stock of my surroundings. And as usual when I awaken in a situation like this, I find myself annoyed with Her yet again. She always seems to have a lack of self preservation these last few weeks, the few times I have had the need to awaken and protect her from herself as it were.

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Dusty Journal, Page Three

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Dear Journal,

That cliche again. As usual, it fits. Wonder when I'll stop that? For now, maybe not since it works, right?
To say that I was excited to wake up on saturday is an understatement. It was party day, and not just any party, but at the famous Waffle Hus of Hope Springs. I remember well enough about the party, that Hyle is the woman in charge, its her baby and she revels in it to the fullest, at least, thats what I can remember. This will be the first one I can remember attending in a very long time.

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Living in Hope Springs

Well, I've been living in Hope Springs for a while now, about a couple of months. House has a nice vodka barrel storage but could use some improvement, the damn refridgerator keeps short circuiting along with the AC. I've come to meet many friendly people along with a mentor to improve the way I live down here. However there has been some "gang" movements throughout the town that keep me on edge. Warning to those who come here: Friendly town, nice people.

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Hope Springs, AZ - Time

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Sometimes...I feel alone. Not thought of, not seen, not heard...not...wanted.

Sometimes...I am loved. Cared for. Worthy.

I know, its been more than awhile since I have put my thoughts down on paper. Express what I have seen. What I have accomplished.

But not lately.

I have hurt some one important to me. I have seen a decent man fall, and meet his final death. I have seen some one leave, to start a new life in another province. I have seen a good heart broken by a man not true to his intentions. I am reading about another mans life, his joys and his pain.

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Hope Springs, AZ - Sora

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Home is where the heart is they say...and right now this heart is hurting.

I am far away from where I was, where I thought was home...but that is speaking past tense. Home used to be comfort and love. Mommy being there anytime for all my little hurts, Daddy, though he was gone often of his *work* trips, being there to lasvish attention and love when he was home. Then it all changed, was no longer in reach, was not Home. That got beat into me often enough in the early years until I accepted my place after...well...thats a different story to be told...maybe...

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Recent Days (and nights) in Hope Springs...

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((disclaimer: all writing based on memory and impressions of events as they happened, not everything may be accurate but are done to best of my ability. If I have missed a name of anyone mentioned or hinted at, please let me know to make any corrections. If there is any event that should be included, again, please inform me so I may add it in. Grammar is NOT my strong suit, please no corrections to it. please enjoy))

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The Rain King 01: Nighttime Sky

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(First entry into the 'Rain King Series, a decidedly different approach to the misadventures of Hack Scudder and his accidental alter ego 'The Ranger'. Whereas the Scudder Chronicles follow strange happenings on the road, in the form of a scene from a tv show, 'Rain King' is written more in a traditional sense, a scene or story in a book, a more indepth look at the thoughts and real Hack Scudder.

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