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Sep. 4th, 2008 05:58 pmCostumes and more costumes and a hell of a lot more is all that Ash is finding from the bin and he abandons that for a walk about the Compound with a cigarette. Maybe he'll stop by Stacie's grave and give her another talking to for abandoning him the way she did. Or maybe he'll just go and sell more cigarettes for nothing to see if that'll appease the terrible way he feels.
He doubts it, but he hopes.
Wherever his eventual direction, he starts off on the path and is smoking because it fills him up and makes him feel something other than the general gnawing hole that comes along with losing people too fast, too unexpectedly. He knows it's a rule, to be ready for it. Still, it shouldn't be like this.
He doubts it, but he hopes.
Wherever his eventual direction, he starts off on the path and is smoking because it fills him up and makes him feel something other than the general gnawing hole that comes along with losing people too fast, too unexpectedly. He knows it's a rule, to be ready for it. Still, it shouldn't be like this.
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Aug. 8th, 2008 03:05 pmIt's been long enough that he's tired of just sitting about. There's enough of them that know who they really are and the hut's in a good quality shape for a game, ever since the Island's been so good as to drop off furniture -- and his bed, not that he lets Danny sneak into it.
He's still got a deck or two of cards and they're put to use as he sets himself down in one of the chairs. "No cheating, no cards up sleeves, honour amongst thieves, eh?" Ash says, a bit sternly as he starts to deal a game of classic poker in Albert's memory, none of this new two-card, three-stud, Caribbean-jumbo-jack Poker or what have you.
Sometimes, the classics are the best.
[Gathering style and it's Danny B, Danny O, Luck, Stace, Moist, and Ash here]
He's still got a deck or two of cards and they're put to use as he sets himself down in one of the chairs. "No cheating, no cards up sleeves, honour amongst thieves, eh?" Ash says, a bit sternly as he starts to deal a game of classic poker in Albert's memory, none of this new two-card, three-stud, Caribbean-jumbo-jack Poker or what have you.
Sometimes, the classics are the best.
[Gathering style and it's Danny B, Danny O, Luck, Stace, Moist, and Ash here]
[For Carson]
Sep. 23rd, 2007 09:42 pmConsidering the situation, Ash had to get himself accustomed to the environment. That means a job and a place to stay and he's had to rub elbows with the dirt to get by before. This'll be a walk in the park. In his short time, he's managed to find out the ins and outs of the Clinic and who heads it up.
Which is why he knows exactly when to steal himself a labcoat, put on the white shirt and the tie and approach during the man's (Dr. Beckett's) clinic hours. He knocks on the door distractedly. "Is the Doctor in?"
Which is why he knows exactly when to steal himself a labcoat, put on the white shirt and the tie and approach during the man's (Dr. Beckett's) clinic hours. He knocks on the door distractedly. "Is the Doctor in?"
