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[thatfuckingvase]

[a small sigh as she's typing in a lock.] That time of the year, isn't it?

[Locked from Gant | 50% hackable]

To anybody in our old apartment, Phoenix seems to have found a new one. Top floor of Horton, 510 to 512. Any other friends are welcome to visit, if anybody needs help getting there, I'm headed out now.

Jake, why don't you hurry up and grab your things and we can walk there together. I'm sure Ema's waiting.

Additionally, if anybody does need anything, I'm with the force and would be more than happy to assist.

((ooc; backdated to yesterday, February 19, 2010.))

Comments

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Jake.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

What are you doing? You trying to make a point?

You've made it.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I'm waiting for you to come downstairs.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Why?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I'm not leaving you up there alone.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

I'm not alone.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Billy could use a little more company, too.

And watch him turn this around on you

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Madonna, if you don't want to move out, you don't have to. You're always welcome here.

1/2 8|a he's a sharp shooer, that one

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[BA-BAM]

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I'd... like if you moved in.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

You're not the only one.

I'm thinking about it, Madonna.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Jake, please. ["Please" as in "oh come on you tease".]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Madonna, you go to the new apartment. I'll be along later.

if you want to continue, im up for comment log fff

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I'm not about to give into you this time, cowboy.

I'll be downstairs unless I'm working. Until then, consult with Billy. I'm sure he'd like a say in this.

[Click!]

THEN COMMENT LOG

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[It's not long before Jake is in the Latimir lobby himself. He doesn't have his things though, just a note in his hand.]

Madonna.

[He stops next to her and looks her in the face.]

/o/

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[she turns, and smiles.]

Jake.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her a moment more, then looks to the side, as if paying attention to something else.]

Seems Billy's picked up a thing or two about writing notes.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[whatever he's "looking at" Lana looks at it, as well.]

He always had a brilliant charm to him.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Guess I better start watching what I tell him. Never know what he might write next.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

What did he write?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Why don't you see for yourself?

[He offers the note.]

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[She reaches over and takes it, opens it, and reads.

Then a light smile--half of a laugh.]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Seems Billy has an opinion in the matter after all.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I figured he would.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

'Course...

[He looks back to Lana.]

He doesn't saw who's waiting. Think he means Marylin and Bogie?