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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]

Nothing.

If you don't come now, I'll just wait until you do. No rush.

1/2

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Madonna, what are you...?

2/2

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Why are you always so stubborn?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

You sound surprised.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Madonna, you go on ahead. I'll join you when I feel like it.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I can wait.

[If it is at all audible, she's taken a seat in on the the old, gross sofas at the front lobby and will wait there.]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Madonna.

[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.