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He was never going to get out of here. Of course, the irony of the situation was that Lochlann had gotten out of here and not just once, but twice. Despite the fact that both times had been sheer dumb luck, Lochlann had developed a bit of a reputation. There was also the fact that he'd...

Lochlann woke up gasping and clawing at the air. He was a frenzy of desperate movement, writhing in the bed, trying to untangle himself from the monsters holding him back. But it didn't matter. He couldn't fight it. Lochlann sunk back down into the darkness. When he woke up again, Lochlann...

He caved. With his one good hand, Lochlann punched Chloe's number into his phone. He didn't think she'd be up and he wasn't expecting an answer, but at least if he called Chloe, Lochlann could say he tried to do something right. God, did he fuck up. He was lying on the beach wearing...

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@"Kait" He arrived exactly at seven thirty. He confirmed it was Chloe by the shadow that spilled over him and onto the hallway before the door was even fully opened. He grabbed her, hefted her up easily, and tossed her over his left shoulder, keeping her secure by holding onto the back of...

Azeria was looking over a particularly long file, god she hated this place. She would rather be in surgery weaving life into people. Her fingers itched to be on a patient but this was just the first step. Turning the corner she walked into the private room and closed the door behind her. Taking...

Adelene's face was smeared with dried tears. This was her first time in a hospital since she got here, and the situation was already almost too much to handle. There were nurses in the room, checking on Lochlann's-- she had no idea what they were doing. Two nurses were beside his bed, while...

Adelene couldn't remember the latter part of the drinking contest she had with Lochlann. One thing was clear though: she lost. She had fallen asleep at some point. She even dreamt that she kissed him, which seemed a little impossible in real life for her. She was not cutting any booze supply and...

@"ReD" Vlad sat on a large black blanket made from a heavy woolen material with red and silver plaid work weaved into the simple material itself. It was warm and perfect for the after night had settled upon them. She had alerted Loch to come and meet her there when the sun was about to set so...

@"ReD" Regeneration was a bitch. Here's the nitty-gritty details of how Gabriel the avatar's "immortality" worked: his energy disperses and dies, and the sum of him gets dragged into Hell. The bigger him, the Mikhainon that was all armor and tentacles, would nag his ear off while he...

He'd almost forgotten Chloe was coming over. Since he'd spent most of the week drunk and self-medicating on horse tranquilizers, Lochlann had lost track of how long it'd been since he last left his room. He was pretty certain he'd taken a trip to the liquor store and told his classmates I'm...

He was waiting. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at the door. He'd showered and dressed, putting on a pair of jeans and a regular dark t-shirt, though he still wasn't wearing any shoes. This was progress. Prior to today, he'd been drunk, half-dressed, and passed out across...

He was back here again. What the hell was the name of this nightclub? Gemmorah? He didn't remember walking back, but he must have, because he was standing outside the door. He was still damp from the lake, a little bit of seaweed tangled into his dark hair, but his clothes were dry...

He couldn't do it. Lochlann Cabyll-Ushtey was laying on his back, on a secluded section of the lake. He chose the spot because it had the best view of the stars. He'd always thought they were beautiful, although the only thing he could think of that was more beautiful was the image of the...

They told him there might be complications, but looking back, Lochlann realized he didn't really know what the doctors had meant by that. He was busy thinking that all of his relationships had become complicated, or maybe they were always this messed up and he just didn't know. He was sitting...

He was drunk, so of course it seemed like a good idea. Lochlann Cabyll-Each was standing at the top of the ballroom stairs in the dark. His dark hair was mussed and still-damp, the t-shirt he was wearing was a size too small and clinging desperately to his body, and he wasn't wearing shoes...

The ballroom was always empty this time of night. He couldn't sleep. His dealer had been expelled, leaving Loch with no way to get sleeping pills besides going to the infirmary to ask for them himself, but he avoided that place at every possible cost. He was out of alcohol. He was in for a...

It was almost life or death. Lochlann needed that necklace. They told him that much in the hospital when he went back for another patch and again they threw statistics about malnourishment and self-control, which he ignored. He wouldn't freaking have a problem if he had the necklace. He'd had...

His heartbeat was slow. He was grateful for that. Last night, it raced so hard inside his chest that he ached.Right now, he still ached, but it was a different kind of ache, a dull pull like an old bruise through every limb of his body. A wave washed up against the shore and Lochlann inhaled...