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[Sep. 26th, 2008|12:05 am] |
Who: Sam Wallace and Echo O’Brien
What: Late lunch!
Where: The London portkey for starters, and then who knows? Probably an eatery of some type at some point, though.
When: Today. It’s a late lunch, so probably late afternoon.
Warnings: Nah, probably not.
( One small step... ) |
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[Aug. 13th, 2008|02:01 pm] |
Who: Bridget Vreeland and Sam Wallace.
When: About noonish.
Where: A cafe down the street from Bee's place of employment.
What: Talking, catching up a bit.
Warnings: None.
( Adjusting well. ) |
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[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:39 am] |
Who: Sam Wallace and OPEN, or if nobody shows up it could be a narrative.
When: Tonight. Now, probably.
Where: Central Park.
Why: Because he can’t run from the issue any longer.
Warnings: Angst. My god, the angst. I’m going to try to make sure it isn’t EMO angst, but it might be.
( What is human? ) |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|09:57 am] |
Who: Bridget [ OPEN to anyone around! ]
Where: Somewhere in NYC... if anyone's there.
What: Small discussion or something. Maybe more.
When: Early morning.
Warnings: None.
When Bridget was upset, Bridget ran. When she couldn't run anymore, she walked. And when her legs felt as though they couldn't hold her up anymore, she stopped and sat down, no matter where the hell she was.
She hadn't stopped since she arrived... here last night. She didn't want to go to where ever it was she lived now. The thought of her old life being totally replaced by a new one made her feel sick to her stomach. Bridget was confused, and although someone had helped her a bit earlier, she felt as though she was in a horrible nightmare.
Now the morning sun was peeking up over the buildings, and Bridget's legs started to feel heavy. She turned off the sidewalk into a small park and walked until she found a patch of grass. She fell down onto it and buried her head in her arms, fighting back a few tears as she tried to soak in everything. |
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