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Marcus ([info]chefbelby) wrote in [info]my_rpg,
@ 2009-11-29 20:58:00

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Who? Marcus + Lisa
When? Sunday night
Where? Lisa+Marcus' place. Soon to just be Lisa's.
What? Marcus plans to move out after finding about Roger.
Rating? TBD

He spent the rest of the weekend avoiding Lisa after reading Roger's letter. It wasn't hard. She was practically out the whole time anyway. Probably with that dick, Roger. Ugh. The more he thought about them together, the more he fumed. He pictured Lisa with Roger. Out on a date. Him all over her. Them in bed together. Oh God. The anger rose out of him from his stomach as his fists became balls. Marcus resisted the urge to leave another hole in the wall; there were far too many from the night prior. He blinked hard to remove the image.

Marcus couldn't stay here. After scribbling a message to Tim in his journal, he grabbed his knapsack from his bedpost and ripped open a drawer. He haphazardly heaped piles of clothing right into the bag.


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[info]chefbelby
2009-12-01 03:42 am UTC (link)
Marcus shook his head.

"Nevermind. I don't want to talk about it anymore." He muttered. It was a rough two weeks. He turned around. Walking a couple of steps toward the threshold, he apparated out of the flat. He needed some time to cool off.

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