Post by Owen Harper//Storm Skylar on Jun 21, 2008 15:50:50 GMT
((ooc: Random Open thread so that Owen gets back to rping more.... he has kind of fallen out and all the threads he is in are dieing!!))
It had been a hard day. There was ten weevil attacks in a row. It seemed that something was truly going on with the rift. It wasn't a very good thing, too. Owen just wished that he could figure it out. Everything was just so screwy now, after what had happened not to long ago. Life had become hard again, like it had been before. Work work work because the stupid rift kept spiting things out and then the things get angry, or a weevil starts to get mad for no reason. Owen had chased 5 of them today, then preformed 2 autopsy's on victims. It was a very hard day and he could not seem to get the sight of the mingled bodies out of his mind. He just wished that out of everything there could be a quiet day, whish had not happened in a week. This was the worst one, so fair, but he could not seem to get the felling that it was still going to be after long. All they need to do was figure out what was going on out there and stop it. Sure that was going to be just so easy!
Owen lended back in his chair at his workstation. It was messy, as always, but some how it seemed different. He looked from side to side at it, but nothing popped out. It must be nothing, just the dead man's eyes getting tired. He had not really been sleeping. It had been so long and yet he was still not closing his eyes from more then a few minutes. The thought of dieing was to much. He never before was afraid of the after life even when Suzzie cam back and told them all about it. He hadn't seen it so it couldn't be true. Now though he was staying up night after night, either looking at the walls in his appertment or watching the telle, or he was sitting here. The oddest thing was no one seemed to notice the change, or no one cared. The good thing was since he was already dead, it seemed he didn't need sleep anyway.
It had been a hard day. There was ten weevil attacks in a row. It seemed that something was truly going on with the rift. It wasn't a very good thing, too. Owen just wished that he could figure it out. Everything was just so screwy now, after what had happened not to long ago. Life had become hard again, like it had been before. Work work work because the stupid rift kept spiting things out and then the things get angry, or a weevil starts to get mad for no reason. Owen had chased 5 of them today, then preformed 2 autopsy's on victims. It was a very hard day and he could not seem to get the sight of the mingled bodies out of his mind. He just wished that out of everything there could be a quiet day, whish had not happened in a week. This was the worst one, so fair, but he could not seem to get the felling that it was still going to be after long. All they need to do was figure out what was going on out there and stop it. Sure that was going to be just so easy!
Owen lended back in his chair at his workstation. It was messy, as always, but some how it seemed different. He looked from side to side at it, but nothing popped out. It must be nothing, just the dead man's eyes getting tired. He had not really been sleeping. It had been so long and yet he was still not closing his eyes from more then a few minutes. The thought of dieing was to much. He never before was afraid of the after life even when Suzzie cam back and told them all about it. He hadn't seen it so it couldn't be true. Now though he was staying up night after night, either looking at the walls in his appertment or watching the telle, or he was sitting here. The oddest thing was no one seemed to notice the change, or no one cared. The good thing was since he was already dead, it seemed he didn't need sleep anyway.
