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Darius Alexander Summers ([info]dasummers) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-05-02 20:25:00

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Entry tags:darius summers, remy lebeau

Who: Darius and Remy
What: realizing that Darius isn't good at avoiding trouble
Where: Italy, to start
When: tomorrow morning/afternoon
Warnings: cursing, references to mischief, college humor.

Darius groaned as he shifted, grabbing his head. Remy was another one of those people that drank almost out of desperation more than enjoyment. Darius had foolishly tried to keep up, and now he was regretting it a great deal.

He wobbled to the bathroom and contemplated curling up in the tub for the next week. Instead he relieved himself and ran the hot water over his head for a few minutes, until he felt like he could move. He removed his contacts and stuck them in the case, rubbing his eyes a lot.

As he made his way back to the living room where he'd passed out, he nearly ran into Remy. "Huh?" Articulation was rarely Darius's strong point, and even less so now.



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[info]dasummers
2009-05-11 03:47 pm UTC (link)
They were trying to tackle him! Best. Mission. Ever. He grinned and dodged, using his rubberyness to duck and weave, always just out of reach, like the last sliver of soap.

The guards around the most expensive of the artifacts double, but they no longer had guns. Shooting around these artifacts was a good way to get yourself fired.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Mafia. Did you see his suit? Nobody ever breaks in wearing a tie and dress shoes except them."

"Should we close off the air vents?"

The other women giggled. "No, but keep an eye on the windows."

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