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[12 Apr 2009|02:28am] |
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George was nervous, more than nervous, he was scared. Kris was looking for him, apparently somebody had sold him out and given her his name.
Now she wanted to talk, about everything.
He found his way back to that bar he'd spoken to the brunette in, hopefully she was there and he could talk to her. Maybe she knew something or could do something. All he knew was he didn't want to die at the hands of some crazed Slayer.
"Hey," George said once he got close to the bar. "You know that lady I spoke to before? You seen her around?"
( Time's Up )
[NPC George was written by Mands]
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| Come on Rhi, pick up... |
[12 Apr 2009|08:04am] |
Juliet stared at her phone, frowning. "Why aren't you picking up?" she muttered, the display showing yet another failed call to Rhiannon's cell. A few swift movements and her spoken words started appearing on the screen.
"Hey, where are you? Wanted to let you know I'm feeling OK for tonight, back stood up to the pole last night, and dusted a vamp on my way home, so yeah, all's cool! Also wanted to tell you about some reading things that showed up on Izzy's X-Men monitor thingy, but you're not answering. What? You got some inspiration and can't put the brushes down? Call me, I'll bring the readouts anyway, I've already loaded them on this. See you later, 'gator!"
She sent the message and slipped the unit back into her pocket before heading downstairs.
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| Shopping for stuff |
[12 Apr 2009|01:12pm] |
It had been a slow day, but that was okay. Erica didn't feel much like playing the part of a dutiful shopkeeper; she'd wondered more than once that day just how Emmy had managed to keep it up so long without cracking. But, then, her old friend with the bookstore in the desert had always had a number of friendly faces on hand to pick up the slack. Erica herself was usually alone in the little resale shop, unless one of her flaky friends stopped by to pick over the new consignment lots for whatever they might want to snag.
( That day a new shipment had arrived but it hadn't been quite what Erica had been expecting. )
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| Text Conversations |
[12 Apr 2009|08:42pm] |
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To: Java Man
From: Super Alec
Am bored. Very bored. What're you up to besides pursuing your business venture? I'm supposed to be catching a couple zzz's given that it's my first break in what has been an 11 hour long shift of weird behaviour and crazy people. Thing is, I can't sleep, so I'm bugging you instead. Text me back.
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| Out There In The Open |
[12 Apr 2009|11:24pm] |
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It was early evening and getting cold. Jessica had called ahead, but there had been no answer on Tseng's phone so she supposed that he might not be home from work yet.
She hopped from foot to foot outside the main door of the apartment block he lived in and chewed on her lower lip, rubbing the back of her neck and pulling the collar of her jacket up to protect herself from the wind. Her head was bowed to try and shield her face.
She cracked her fingers inside her pockets as she waited, hoping that Tseng would turn up before she froze and turned into an ice-cube on his doorstep. That would suck.
She needed to talk to him, really, because when they had, well, been together, she hadn't been entirely herself and she didn't want him to think that that had been the only reason she had come to visit him; to get an itch scratched.
( About That Thing That Happened... )
( Misunderstanding )
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