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[Feb. 25th, 2008|12:37 pm] |
Who: Beecher and Melissa
What: Getting high, adjusting to the strange new world
When: Today, early morning, after leaving Chris high and dry in California
Warnings: Drug use, strong language- anything else, I'll let you know.
Toby had looked up where this portkey was supposed to be, having to haul himself there on foot; he hadn't driven anywhere, since the accident. He didn't want to start, just to leave the car abandoned while he went halfway around the world. Finally making his way to the portkey, he glanced down at it; an old beer bottle, of all things. Cautiously, he reached down to touch it, feeling the now-familiar lurch of the ground from under his feet. Managing to land on his feet this time, he stumbled to the nearest wall, leaning into it while looking around for this 'Melissa' he was supposed to meet. |
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