Friday, December 2nd, 2011
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5:43 pm
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Going to be a long hard winter.
[Sent to Alex]
An urn filled with the ashes of the small mining town she had so thoughtlessly destroyed. Death and destruction are not new to Coal. He was the fuel of the Industrial Revolution the fire that burned in the bellies of the first new war machines. Death and destruction with cause he could understand. This...this was something else.
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Monday, November 7th, 2011
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6:19 pm
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Thursday, September 15th, 2011
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4:49 pm
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Silence is his usual state of being and he's settled back into it once more. The disruptions that had served to make him act out seem far away now and there are days he wonders if they ever existed at all. There are faces he'd like to see again voices he can no longer the sound of and though he is a rock he's not immune to the pain of nostalgia.
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Sunday, July 24th, 2011
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4:25 pm
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Monday, May 23rd, 2011
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8:26 pm
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Sunday, May 8th, 2011
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6:48 pm
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He sees storm clouds black and angry, gray and threatening in her eyes when she's angry and he falls in love with her all over again.
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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011
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2:19 pm
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Thursday, March 17th, 2011
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1:26 pm
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Inspiration can be found in the strangest places. The idea had hit him over the head as he was shoveling a pile full of twenty year old candy out of the shaft the crazy squirrel had long since claimed. Though he'd never confess it to anyone Coal had hoped that emptying it out would start Wall Street hording all over again. Coal liked his patterns. Even the ones he complained about.
It hadn't but it had given Coal an idea.
The energy he had taken from the grid needed to be put somewhere, stored away for what he hadn't decided yet. True he had lost a huge chunk of it in the confrontation with the Military (he'd always liked the boy) and Nuclear Power (the bitch) but there was still a fire burning in the black pit of his chest and he could let it burn him from the inside out or he could put it away.
He'd make a decision later. For now he puts his head down and for the first time in his corporeal existence falls asleep.
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Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011
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7:27 pm
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Monday, January 24th, 2011
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6:49 pm
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They want things too fast these days. This new generation that hasn't had to fight for anything. They don't know what it means to work hard. They cry and quit before the first blister has developed on their palms.
These children, these ungrateful brats with their silver platters and soft hands unnerve him. He wants nothing to do with them. Doesn't want to hear what they are owed when they've done nothing at all.
He wonders what happened to the giants he knew.
He wonders when and how he lost touch with the world around him.
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Monday, January 3rd, 2011
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4:28 pm
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It's bad enough that he comes to from his temporary dormant state in the crazy squirrel's bedroom. It's weird, it's awkward and he almost takes the dinosaur costume offered as temporary clothing out of spite. Eventually something more suitable is found and he thanks Wall Street the best way he knows how. With a grunt and a gruff word that is more mumbled then coherently verbalized.
Coal tries to leave. He really does. But after three hours of ending up back at the same door stoop he gives up, sits on the steps and holds his face in his hands.
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Tuesday, December 7th, 2010
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12:51 pm
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Bah humbug.
[Delivered to Wall Street's office via express mail Wednesday morning]
His last words for the year. Arrangements have been made, all loose ends have been wrapped up and now...now it's time for Coal's version of a vacation.
The box is plain, wrapped in brown butcher paper and after all the packing peanuts and bubble wrap there is particularly grumpy lump to be found at the bottom.
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Thursday, December 2nd, 2010
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4:12 pm
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He hasn’t spoken in weeks. Has spent the majority of time alone lost in his own thoughts when he’s not in the maze of mines he prefers to call home. He feels as if time has slowed as if the human guise he wears has worn thin. There is no Thaddeus Watt. Only Coal.
He moves like a sleep walker and even in his waking dreams all he sees is a world on fire.
Burn it. Burn it all.
From the inside out.
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Sunday, October 24th, 2010
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9:42 am
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Thaddeus Watt is a foreman at the Coal Mountain River Mine. How long he has been there is anyone's guess. Ask any of his crew and all they know is Watt was here before they were. He has just finished the six day work week with a brutal eighteen hour shift. The men limp home while Thaddeus who appears to be as solid and stoic as the mountain they are burrowing into keeps moving until the next shift's foreman tells him to get the hell out.
He goes home to an empty dark house and has only started to wash the soot from his hands when the phone rings.
"Watt? We - "
"I'll be right there."
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Thursday, September 30th, 2010
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8:26 pm
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Get rid of it.
It's not that he needed permission. Not that he hadn't tried over the years only to have it backfire. The truth is the perpetual fight over the mine shaft stuffed full of candy is part of a pattern. Coal likes his patterns. They keep him level and remind him of exactly what he's supposed to be doing.
The candy stays. The candy stays because Coal has precious few patterns left. Hephaestus changing, Will, Karl and Zea are gone and he...he's still here.
No, the candy isn't going anywhere. He can't lose this too.
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Tuesday, August 24th, 2010
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8:06 pm
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He is not happy. The coal furnaces burn twice as hot and the smoke is black as pitch. He's tempted. So very tempted to scorch the earth from the inside out.
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Saturday, August 14th, 2010
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11:32 am
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At first he can't decide if he's going to give chase. To put an end to the creature that had trespassed and taken two things that were his and his alone. His inactivity is it's own answer.
The world is changing and now so is he.
It's making him tired.
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010
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6:52 pm
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Thursday, July 22nd, 2010
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9:35 pm
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Make no mistake you see a lot of strange things in the mine. The darkness has a habit of playing tricks on the mind and eyes alike. Coal is usually immune to such things. Recent disruptions (Will, Karl, Brent) however have made his rock solid foundations feel more than a little unsteady.
As he watches a small gathering of curiously shaped dust clouds move away from the candy vein he comes to two conclusions.
1. The squirrel's stash has not only gone bad it's mutated.
2. Now might be the right time for a vacation.
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Sunday, July 4th, 2010
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5:33 pm
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