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| [Wednesday, September 7, 2005 at 4:50 pm] |
| Subject: Eoin's Arrival |
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'Cold' Crossfade |
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The droning of the plane's engine did nothing to help Eoin sleep. In fact, nothing helped him sleep during the nearly day long trek to the United States. Customs in Cincinnati was slow at best, and his three hour layover was nearly unbearable. However, his trip finally ended with a taxi ride to New Somerset. The small town expanding just enough to get him a cheap house and a quick job at a police department that didn't have the manpower to really investigate his work in Ireland, or the desire to.
After checking in at the police department, and getting his schedule and equipment, Eoin immediately headed to his new house. Finally, a sanctuary. The prior residents had been gone long enough it was a place he could call his own. A refuge from the constant assault he experiences when he travels. The images others always leave on objects close to them, the desires and emotions the world constantly floods invading his mind at nearly every touch.
Eoin's new house is small but comfortable. A single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room are all that make up this quaint house. Having come without any furniture, he just droped his bag, sitting on it and leaning against a wall. The smell of an old house, cold, dusty, and stale surrounded him. His last thought before he finally fell asleep... I need to clean this place. |
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| [Wednesday, September 7, 2005 at 4:12 pm] |
| Subject: Septermber 7th, 2005 |
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'Gotta Get Away' The Offspring |
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A journal to organize my thoughts and feelings? Not the best idea a counselor's ever come up with to be sure. Especially since I keep telling her I'm fine. And then the lack of guidance. Am I supposed to whine about the press, calling me imcompetent? Or about them getting me fired with the awesome power of their ignorance? I know, I should weep uncontrolably, to get in touch with my emotional self. Well, I'll pass. I'll just throw down some recent events, so that I'm 'making progress.' First though, since you're reading this... it's stupid.
The land of opportunity, right? Well, a job waiting for me may be opportune, but not considering the pay. However, small town, mystery, intrigue, guess I can't ask for much more right now. I also understand most Americans have some sort of Irish heritage, maybe that will make them more sympathetic than the English would have been. Maybe... |
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| [Wednesday, September 7, 2005 at 4:06 pm] |
| Subject: Eoin's Personality [OOC Reference] |
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'Ohio is for Lovers' Hawthorne Heights |
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Candor and tact are his subtle conversation tools. He's always direct, but not at the expense of his company's comfort or at the expense of his own privacy. He speaks to a person's eyes, his attention direct on them. He can be seen as invasive by some, for he lacks the desire to 'small talk' about the weather or other trivial topics. He's constantly probing for the true opinions, thoughts that really make a person, and experiances worth sharing. He doesn't ever seem to accept anything as just the way things are and his constant investigations can irritate some or flatter others. Despite such a direct and casual air, he doesn't often touch people. |
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| [Wednesday, September 7, 2005 at 4:04 pm] |
| Subject: Eoin's (Owen's) Appearance [OOC Reference] |
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'Ohio is for Lovers' Hawthorne Heights |
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Eoin has the tell tale mossy green eyes and light brown hair of an Irishman. His appearance is always messy, but in a casual, confident way. His hair is long enough to suggest he never combs it with anything but his hand, his ears partially obscured under the mass of waves, the front stopping just above his eyebrows. He's not too short, but for a man his 5'10" frame makes him look compact, his athletic frame just accenting that appearance. In the cold months he wears a high collared, rugged looking black leather jacket. He always wears some sort of plain colored T-shirt, the importance more placed on keeping his vest hidden then on keeping with current styles. An excellent compliment to his constantly torn and worn dark blue jeans, keeping with his own relaxed style.
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