here come the drums

Fiona had landed late last night, her visa up and needing to return back to Eureka, she had contacted her former work and told them she would be back. Though, she hadn't really expected her next day of work to be at ten am the day after she landed. Time change, it was going to kill her. As she got up from the couch, her furniture not unpacked from her storage unit yet, or the pieces she had sold off rebought, she was planning on sleeping on the floor for a few days. It seemed easier than having to spend the twelve hours she had at her home doing anything but sleeping. Perhaps it was a bad idea as she was never going to get used to her new sleep schedule, but Fiona didn't mind. She was at least getting back to work. Getting something done and putting her mind to something, but she hadn't expected Asher to be there that day. She hadn't asked, though as she jogged up to the store just after opening, Fiona sighed. Static-X. Asher was opening. Great. It was the horrible Thursday morning mix that she had known and despised for ages. It had to stop.

Shutting the door behind her, Fiona kept her large black sunglasses over her eyes, the dark black peacoat wrapped around her as she slid over the counter and kicked the cd player with her sneakers. "No." She said lightly, popping open the player and putting her own mix cd in before sliding out of her jacket and smiling over at Asher. "No Thursday mix the first day I'm back. How many Thursdays have I been gone? This is my day, sweetheart." Though she might not have acted it, she wanted to run over and actually say hi, give him a hug, skip out of work and just catch up face to face, but work. They needed to at least stick around long enough for the next crew to come in. Sliding out of her jacket, Fiona tucked it under the counter next to her large black bag containing her sketchbook as she often found work to get boring and needed to keep occupied.

"So, is there anything I need to be caught up on? Or is everything the same around here?" Asher appeared to be the same, Fiona thought she was as well. Maybe a little tanner, skinnier, a new tattoo plastered to the top of her foot, but that was really all. She was still just the typical girl he had known for years. She yawned, sliding back across the counter and nodding to the rest of the people in the store. "And if you are going to sing, at least sing something decent." She stated pointing up at the speakers as Draw Japan by the Horrors started playing.

Who: Fiona Sobol
Where: The Works, Old Town Eurkea
When: Late Thursday about four pm

Fiona was ready to shut down the store, if someone else came in looking for sap she felt like she might eventually snap. It had only been a few weeks since she returned home from Florence but it felt like a lifetime had happened already. Work was boring, her personal life had hit a stand still and if she lost her house keys one more time, she was going to start setting them up to beep somehow. A vegetarian burrito in her hand as she sat just outside of the front door checking her email on her phone, Fiona spotted Jesus from a mile away. Not that it was hard to spot one of the only heavily tattooed guys in Humboldt. He was trying to get his band off of the ground, from what she remembered he worked down the street, or he had before she left, and she got to see his posters get better and better as time went on. Though, she wasn't sure if the band was getting better or if just the artist was getting better. She could have offered to help, but she didn't want him to think that she thought his posters were bad. It felt wrong to do it, but no matter, things were getting better. "Hey." Fiona said lightly in between bites of her lunch and waved, "You coming in to hang things up or to just chill? Because there's space on the board in the back and no one in the store right now."

It was why she was sitting outside after all, it was nice enough to do it and she wanted to smoke and eat outside of the store. They still wouldn't let her smoke inside of the store, something about getting ash on the country music last time she did and setting off the alarm. She didn't really care and often enough if she was the only one around at night, she would anyway. But one of those new people were inside, Fiona was trying to set a good example. Though she really wasn't the best to try that. She was the laziest member of the staff, she showed up late, stayed as long as she wanted and tended to take too many sick days. But she knew her stuff, she knew music far too well and they couldn't fire her for anything that important.

Standing up, her burrito finished, Fiona tossed the trash in the small bin by the door and sighed, "Right, so anything new? I still feel really out of the area. Facebook just doesn't keep you in contact as much as it wants to pretend it does." Walking over to the cd player, kicking the new guy off of her spot on the counter, Fiona pointed over to the board, "We still have some of your old stuff hanging up there, I think a cd or two has sold in the last year. I try. But you know how it is."

who: Asher Maddox and Fiona Sobol
when: after dark, lateish?
where: fiona's friends house

Fiona had crashed out on the couch a few hours ago, unsure of what she was getting herself into by agreeing to the party that was supposed to spring up over the next few hours. She had invited Asher because well, she figured they got along well enough without drinks in their system they might as well see how that works out with the addition of liquor. Waking up as the first of her friends friends rolled into the room, kegs dragging with them and music already pumping out of the speakers, Fiona wrapped herself up in her blanket and found her way back to her friends room. Debating if she just wanted to sleep or not, Fiona thought against it. After all, she didn't need to be that dork sleeping through a party even if she was exhausted.

Minutes later, the music changed and Fiona made a reappearance in the living room. A few of the faces she recognized but for the most part, everyone was still a giant enigma to her. Nodding and smiling at most as she grabbed for her own plastic red cup wondering if that was just something every party had, Fiona poured herself a cup of beer and headed back to the front porch. A cigarette in her fingers, she squinted down the path looking for people she recognized. Flipping open her phone, Fiona sent a quick message to her friend inside saying to keep a look out for her friend, which of course she assumed was going to be taken as something way more serious than anything she thought it was. Flicking her ash onto the bushes, Fiona climbed up on the porch swing and sighed, she was going to have to become more social. Maybe she just needed to mix everything with coffee for a few hours. That would work.

bitches i moved. cataclysm

Hi all, the lovely mods of SF are working on a new game. It's over at hexennacht and we'd love to know if your characters would like to be involved. It's a continuation of SF itself so, we really want the characters you have here that we all love to be there as well. So, give it a look and comment here or there or just ping us and tell us if you want us to add your character up. Don't even have to make a new journal, we'll just transfer them over there. Though, it's not quite ready yet, so give us a bit to finish it up. But, we won't advertise until we know the actual character count from all of you. So basically, even if you've quit SF, we'd like you to give it a look. We hope this will inspire characters to come back from the dead and really would like to try and get it moving pretty soon.

Dear Sfers/Former Sfers,

Currently we are in process of changing the game. We realize that a lot of people lost focus with their characters and those of us still in it are going to put together something totally brand new. I figured I'd say something in case anyone was actually interested but this isn't going to happen overnight...it might but you never know. Right now we have a loose plot which would be a lot like SF ie the game we've had since three years ago, but with a totally different atmosphere and feeling. But we are going to need a bit of time to get it pretty and wrapped up in what it should be. So, I guess what I'm saying is if anyone would like to help us out or would like to know more, just let me know.

Those of you still in SF we'd like to know if your characters would like to have a part in what we are coming up with, order members will hate what's going to happen but we are going to get rid of Riddle. I know, shock. Um. Yeah. So bear with us right now as we attempt to do what we can to get the game restarted and hopefully those of you that have lost interest in characters can find the muses again.


The Serfs. ...Alex came up with that. I swear.

Oh my god. I need a moment of silence. Seriously.

Until There's Nothing Left of Us by Kill Hannah


( Intro )

( Believer )

( Lips Like Morphine )

( Black Poison Blood )

( Love You To Death )

( The Collapse )

( Statues Without Eyes )

( Crazy Angel )

( Under the Milky Way )

( Songs That Saved My Life )

( Scream )

Nightmare Anatomy by Aiden

( Breathless )

( Die Romantic )

( Enjoy the View )

( Genetic Design for Dying )

( Goodbye We're Falling Fast )

( It's Cold Tonight )

( Knife Blood Nightmare )

( See You In Hell )

( The Last Sunrise )

( The City is Far From Here )

( Unbreakable )