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31 May 2011 @ 11:41 pm
After Sven gets Will back to their house, he lets him lead him to the sofa relatively easily. He's still confused, and lost... unsure how to take everything at this time, and he has no clue where to go from here. He just knows he doesn't want to lose Sven because of this.
03 May 2011 @ 11:14 pm
Will has returned to his home to try and begin the clean up there and at his neighbor Alabama's home. Some work has begun, and donations are helping so much. (though he has a tendency to pass them on to Alabama). He needed a brief break, so he grabbed a newspaper and a lawn chair.

The break didn't last long... nor did the lawn chair.

No, no, hell no. A-ah don'... Ah don' wan' 'em there.

He growled, grabbing his lawn chair and flinging it across the yard in a rage. It crashed into a pile of tree rubbish he had recently raked up. It is easy to see that Will is... less than pleased about a certain group
paying his Savannah a visit.
Current Mood: enragedenraged
25 April 2011 @ 01:36 pm

If anyone were to head down to the center of town you'll find a booth has opened recently. Hand painted signs like the one above decorate the booth on all sides, hoping to entice shoppers in.
A brief look at his goods will show a nice healthy basket of onions for those who want to cook their own.
there's a wide assortment of sauces and dressings

Just in case that isn't enough for you, the smell of fried onion rings drifts through the square along with everyone's favorite the Bloomin Onion.

[ooc Missed the offical start day for the Vidalia Onion season, but I figured I make the post anyway. Some come on down and buy some onions~ Will'll love ya for it.]
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
18 April 2011 @ 09:19 pm
Will can be found on his porch, painting different signs.

His onions hit the market Monday, but he's worried. A Nationwide boycott. He's hoping to counter act the bad publicity of the boycott with some good publicity. Hell, he's even snagged a bit of Times Square

He can only pray this works.

[ooc Note, he's NOT selling them yet. Just trying to pump people up for them before Monday.]
13 April 2011 @ 03:57 pm
All of the controversy the last few weeks has been getting to Will. The Civil War was an unpleasant time for everyone. Many people throughout the nation have events or celebrations planned for the anniversary for the beginning of the war. Will has no desire to celebrate. Those years were absolute hell for him. The drafts, the starvation, the punishments for desertion, all weighed him down, driving him to hate the damned war more each passing day.

He refuses to not acknowledge those who died during that bloody war, on either side. He knows he may regret his actions, but right now that won’t stop him. He won’t raise the flag, because it was not the flag of his people, though they may have fought under it. Instead he has carved a small simple plaque that simply reads “For those who were lost.” He sets it at the base of an old live oak tree he found in the park near his home.

Then, kneeling carefully, he lays a small bundle of
red and white roses before the plaque. He closes his eyes in prayer for those he lost, no matter who’s side they were on.

[ooc I'm trying to treat this as delicately as possible. Please let me know if this offends anyone and I will take it down.]
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25 March 2011 @ 02:46 pm
Will sits in a rocking chair on his porch. He's settled neatly in the shade of a dogwood tree. Personally he likes the wisteria winding through the branches of white flowers. The purple and white together make him think of Easter.

He covered his mouth as he coughed, before wiping his nose. Great... smoke inhalation AND hay fever. Always a fun combination.

Meanwhile, he's got a number of fires scattered across his lands burning everything they reach. Including homes. Coastal winds, plus winds from the recent cold front that swept in are playing hell on attempts to cut the blaze.

An arsonist still remains on the loose despite a hefty reward. Another fire destroyed a Historic Cotton Mill.

He sighed, as he continued to rock the chair, enjoying the breeze as it sweeps in to rustle the flowers above him. The temperatures have dropped back to the 70s and rain his expected to come soon. He clothes his eyes as he sends up a prayer that they help quench the fires and wet the ground before more fires are started.

[ooc Yep. I've found myself with time this weekend. Next week is my last week teaching, but I intend to enjoy this weekend.]
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Current Mood: blahblah
21 March 2011 @ 04:54 pm
At least for this week. I may be back on the weekend, maybe not. At MOST this will only last until April 1.

I'm teaching my Science unit and well... my kids are hell. not the usual hell, real hell. It doesn't help that I don't feel so great (could just be mood. Nothing like the knowledge that you just left a horrible environment and you're just going to have to keep going back each day.)

So I kinda... don't exist until I've finished. I may continue to respond to ongoing threads, but then I might not. ^^; Unless the odds are really in my favor (which I rather doubt) I won't be starting any new threads until AT LEAST this weekend.

Here's hoping I don't hate everything+myself by the end of this.
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13 March 2011 @ 11:18 pm

Stats bandwagon

Bandwagoning~ Collapse )
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04 March 2011 @ 05:51 pm
Will eye's a small mount of dirt from his porch. He sighs glancing down at the bag of grits in his hand. He'd wanted to eat these for breakfast, but he supposes killing off the ants before they spread is more important, especially after recent news. There are at least 5 beds clearly visible in his yard (though if he'd mowed, more might have appeared.) The joys of living in the Southeast.

He pouts as he pours the grits on the mound, before circling it with a ring of grits. He then moves on to the next lump of dirt. He's sure to keep a wary eye out for any motorcycles that decide to ride by his home, glancing toward the street every now and then as he picks his way through the yard.
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02 March 2011 @ 01:04 pm
Will's out in the yard gathering some flowers in a vase. They are a gift for Sven, a bit late, but he wanted to give Sven a bit of spring for the month anniversary of Sven taking him back. He's only got a tank top and jeans on right now, thanks to the steadily increasing temperatures back home.

He's got a few newspapers, sticking out of his mailbox, but he is stoicly ignoring the events.

He hums a little song as he plucks up the flowers. For once, in a long time, he manages to be outside with a calm face. Again, he's purposefully trying to not think about his recent encounters with certain individuals.
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Current Mood: pleasedpleased