22 September 2013 @ 02:30 pm
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    jane foster @ thewake
 
 
 
 
 
16 June 2014 @ 03:39 pm
I only have one question.

[There is no audio accompanying the video here, Barty doesn't show his face either. Instead there is only a close up of his arm as he pulls up his sleeve, finally showing off the mark on his arm.]

Who here recognizes this?

[That's it. No name, no face, no nothing. Two written sentences and the image of the dark mark.]
 
 
25 May 2014 @ 10:49 am
Jane huffed to herself. Three months she had been looking for work and three months people either rejected her or never called back. How many people in this town could be hiring and decide not to hire her? Okay, so she didn’t have any experience in some areas, but you typically trained people, right? And it wasn’t like this was a huge, bustling city where she would need to be on top of her game at all times because hundreds of dollars were at risk if she managed to turn off a customer from their store.

Walking up and down the streets, she finally resorted to just passing out her resume.

Someone could use her for something, right? Part time work was all that she was looking for. As long as she didn’t have to work too many evenings, it would be fine.

Finally, she came upon a pawnshop. It felt a bit off to her, even though it looked like any other building in the town with a flat front and classical store front windows, but she was desperate. She needed a job. Opening the door, she walked in, greeted by a plethora of objects, some of them typical of a small town, others seeming to belong more in an antique store: typewriters, odd figurines and glass objects, globes that were outdated by a century or two. Arranged in cubbyholes or behind glass cases, it seemed that everything had its place, even if it was hung on the walls like the guitars or the bicycles hanging from the ceiling. Overall, the store probably would have been brighter on a sunny day, but not even that chased away some sort of nagging feeling. It was probably the wooden floors. Yes, old wooden floors that made footsteps echoed always reminded her of horror movies. She should have listened to her parents and not watched them until she was older.

“Hello?” she called. “Is anyone here? I would like to speak to the manager.”
 
 
 
 
22 September 2013 @ 08:51 pm
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