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29 April 2007 @ 11:31 pm
Cartoon Hez says, "Sup."

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11 March 2007 @ 12:55 am
Conversation via audio-only wave between Hez (it starts off with him) and his mentor, Elyan Crane (the second speaker). Not a full recap of recent events, but close enough. ;)


"I married her."

"You married her? Tris?"


"And you didn't tell me? Or invite me? You are beyond rudeness, Hez. May the bones of your ancestors be disturbed for nine generations by incontinent weasels."

"No, I m.mean... I married her. To me. It was just us."


"I know."

"What in the 'verse did you say? 'Do I, Hez, take this woman to be my wife? Why yes, thank me, I do.'"

"...Somethin like that, aye."


"I know."

"And she agreed? She went along with this?"

"She did."

"...Was she drunk?"


"Were you drunk?"

"No! There were reasons, Elyan."

"I don't even want to know. I am still trying to discern how passion and intellect resolve within your soul to produce something very like complete insanity. I suppose I ought to ask whether there is anything I can do."

"Well, t.tell me how much trouble I'm in, for a start. And then tell me how to get out of it before Coram Deo revokes my credentials. And tell me if you see or hear from my sister. She's m.missing. And find me a grief specialist somewhere on Persephone. One I'm not married to, that is. And pray. Pray hard."


"...I know."
09 February 2007 @ 09:36 pm
Hex, if you still read these things, tell me if I'm on track with the burnedy scar deal. Thanks!

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01 November 2006 @ 10:50 pm
The book is hand-bound, with a plain, undecorated leather cover. As a radical departure from his usual inability to handle colors other than black, the leather is... brown. Yes, Hezekiah Waterhouse leads an exciting life. The pages have been stitched, their free edges uneven with the uniqueness that comes of hand-processed paper. It's a small book, scarely larger than his hand... neither thick nor thin, the pages are covered with line after line, page after page, of unerringly neat copperplate handwriting. There are almost no margins to speak of; in proper Puritan fashion, nothing has been wasted. Journal entries, prayers, to-do lists. Random thoughts, poetry, unfinished songs; amusing or interesting things that people have said and quotes that he's gleaned from his travels across the 'verse—it's all there. A stream of consciousness committed to paper; some pages torn out and lost to whatever anger or shame led to their destruction. One page, however, stands out from the others. Large words, wasted space! Even the handwriting scarcely qualifies as legible.

The page is marked November 1, 2519.

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01 November 2006 @ 12:34 am
Evil Hezekiah wishes you all a great October 31, if a day late. :P
Current Mood: eeeevil
27 October 2006 @ 02:39 am
Quick and messy Adam Sunsen prelim sketch done in about the last 10 mins before I fall asleep, here.

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To quote the first person I showed this to, "That's a scary looking man."
Does this entry begin with a shameless Star Trek:TOS reference? Why yes, yes it does.

Hezekiah may not want Mem to understand... Mem may have ideas and motivations of her own.

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20 October 2006 @ 01:03 am
Comparing the fridge to the couch in solsticegate's house can be described with the same phrase as comparing Sol to Hezekiah!

"Colder. Less fluffy."

1:00 AM with Sol-player. It doesn't get any better.

Also, her friends make fun of her because she peels her chicken strips.

What a freak.
Current Mood: lol
18 October 2006 @ 12:32 pm
As Hezekiah's back in the 'verse, he struggles to deal with reconciling what's happened to him and what he's done with how he fits into the family and past from which he's come. He may or may not make the right decisions. This entry's a little too emo for my tastes, but eh, I had to catch up on what's been goin' on somehow. :P

Carbon Leaf—One Prairie Outpost

Not been here since I was a boy
The sky unwrapped, the world my toy
A movie reel a million miles long
On and on...

Scene after scene passes by my life
The window's a wound, the road is a knife
The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?'
I don't know, I don't know
Because I don't know where to begin

Too much to do, too much to see
Pictures to take, people to meet
When there's so much space in between
It overwhelms me

Scene after scene passes by my life
The window's a wound, the road is a knife
The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?'
I don't know, I don't know
Because I don't know where to begin

Not been here since I was a boy
Now a heart full of fear and a mask of painted joy
So much for these youthful eyes to see
So much for peace and tranquility

One Prairie Outpost, you are how I feel:
Alone in a flatland 'tween the dream and the real
The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?'
I don't know, I don't know
Because I don't know where to begin
I don't know where to begin

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For those of you who haven't read the journal from ages ago: It started out as Hezekiah's letters back and forth to his sister, whose name is Remember (Mem). Soli Deo Gloria (Soli Deo) is a small religious sect, in a settlement called Crow's Landing. Think Puritanism combined with the Amish combined with those religious settlements in "Safe" and "Our Mrs. Reynolds". Hez's family loves him, he loves them, and neither understands the other at all. With the "death" of Tris and his holiday on Athens, Hezekiah hasn't written or replied to Mem in months. Stands to reason she'd start wondering what's going on...
11 September 2006 @ 12:50 am
*blows layer of dust off journal*

IC journal coming soon! In the meantime, a Hez/Tris song. Nicely captures their current sense of disconnect-yet-hope... Which I'll elaborate on if I ever get to writing that entry... ;)

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