tyler_gone: ([spec] at desk)
Before Tyler could do anything else today, he had to check in with someone.

He picked up the phone and dialed. )

That bit of business taken care of, he checked his mail. he had to read the letter three times to make sure it said what he thought it said.

He remembered that conversation, vaguely, if he thought hard. It was actually pretty standard advice for him; he'd stolen it from some old punk song.

And, somehow, it had changed the world. He had changed the world for the better, for once.

That ... had to make a guy feel good.

He left his office door open as he waited for any visitors.
tyler_gone: (Just my luck)
Tyler was (surprise) awake early the morning after prom, and, when he stepped onto the porch with his coffee, he noticed the back yard was starting to look like a science experiment in how many weeds could be grown in how small a space. Feeling the need to actually do something about it, he yanked on some old clothes and set to work gardening.

[OOC: For ... me, please. Apologies for spamming your f'lists.]
tyler_gone: (smirking)
Tyler had no idea why this seemed like a good idea. Marla and Tony at one table? He might have caused the apocalypse when he agreed to the meal.

It would be fine, he tried to convince himself as he stood by the hostess stand, waiting for everyone to arrive. And if it wasn't, well, he could always change his name again and take off.

The door opened and air rushed in .... )

[OOC: Up early for the sake of availability. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] not_ironmaiden, [livejournal.com profile] lots_of_olives, [livejournal.com profile] notwarmachine, and [livejournal.com profile] sincegradeskool. NFI, OOC= love]
tyler_gone: (at desk)
Tyler's message light was blinking when he got to his office, and he listened to the message two or three times in disbelief before deleting it.

Something had gone horribly awry.

Well. At least it promised to be an interesting week. Tyler settled in to his lesson prep for the midterm session Friday, more than half expecting the phone to ring again. His office door was open.
tyler_gone: (deceptively bland)
The apartment was almost bare. Tyler never had much stuff, and Marla, who did, had shipped all her shit back East three weeks ago, when she left the last time. (The fight had been a bad one -- there were still shards from the lamp she'd thrown at his head scattering the floor -- and Tyler had immediately gone out to pick a fight in a bar, just so he didn't have to think about her anymore. That black eye was still fading.)

It wasn't like he wanted to bring much, though. What do you take with you when the place that kicked you out when you were 16, that you thought was just another rotten fruit of your diseased brain, suddenly hires you as a freaking teacher?

A duffel bag of clothes and books. A laptop. No supplies, they wouldn't let him on the plane with them. That was it.

Pacing and looking out the door for the airport shuttle -- he'd sold his car -- Tyler remembered the last time he'd been in Fandom.

This is where the Wayne's World flashback noise goes. )

That had been then.

This was now.

But, looking outside, Tyler couldn't help but take it as some sort of sign that the car service to the airport had sent a limousine.

[OOC: I am going to write out the rest of the 11 missing years, but this timeline should give you some idea what he was up to.]


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