Amrit Nikesh (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} piece_o_dat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs,@ 2010-11-08 20:55:00 |
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| Entry tags: | coyote, osiris, sigyn |
[OPEN] You Can't Always Get What You Want
Who: Linnaea, Rick, and OPEN
What: Linnaea's apartment/yard sale. Rick drops in to raid ALL OF THE STUFF, perhaps other people want to get in on it, hm? (ref to Naea's forum post
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Where: Room 206
When: November 8th, evening
Warnings: NONE YET. UNLESS SOMEONE GETS DRUNK ON THE SEGWAY AND DOES TERRIBLE THINGS (please do).
"Yo?" KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. So goes the lovely start to any woman's a quiet evening.
"Hey? Rick here?" He tried again, knocked solidly on the door a few more times. His neighbor Pia, as well as Kami and a few other friends, could tell stories about his insistent manner when it came to being let into places, like a rain-battered dog moaning and whining to be let in. Actually he looked a bit like a wet dog too, having just showered and not bothered to do much for his wet hair than towel it and shove it out of his face, so water dripped onto the back of his black wife-beater on occasion. He had jeans on with a large leather wallet sticking out of his back pocket, and battered flip-flops that possibly existed since ancient Greek times. Maybe a leftover from the apartment switch-a-roo, but more likely an indicator of a post-college bachelor's lifestyle.
"Lina-ee?" he called. Reading a name over a computer was never exactly the same as saying it out loud for the first time, but he tried it anyways. "Here cause of the ad. I got Benjamins if you got nice stuff in there."
"Hey? Rick here?" He tried again, knocked solidly on the door a few more times. His neighbor Pia, as well as Kami and a few other friends, could tell stories about his insistent manner when it came to being let into places, like a rain-battered dog moaning and whining to be let in. Actually he looked a bit like a wet dog too, having just showered and not bothered to do much for his wet hair than towel it and shove it out of his face, so water dripped onto the back of his black wife-beater on occasion. He had jeans on with a large leather wallet sticking out of his back pocket, and battered flip-flops that possibly existed since ancient Greek times. Maybe a leftover from the apartment switch-a-roo, but more likely an indicator of a post-college bachelor's lifestyle.
"Lina-ee?" he called. Reading a name over a computer was never exactly the same as saying it out loud for the first time, but he tried it anyways. "Here cause of the ad. I got Benjamins if you got nice stuff in there."