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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.))

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[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?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

You were a detective; I'm sure you can figure it out.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He snorts, but takes on a more serious look.]

Seems your all set on this, aren't you?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Both Ema and I would like to have you there.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Seems a bit crowded already, Madonna. You sure you want me there?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

No, not really, I'm sure you could have your own room, if you wanted.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He sighs]

...I'll think about it.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[She can only sigh in response.

Have an apathetic look. She's not moving until Jake agrees to come with.]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her.]

Bambina, if you're not going to leave, at least come back to the apartment.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Is there some reason you don't want to?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[The question catches him slightly off guard, though he has been expecting it eventually.]

...it's complicated, Madonna. Just think it might be better if I stay away for a bit.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[...]

Jake, what's going on?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

...nothing.

[He sighs and scuffs his boot across the ground, staring down.]

It's nothing you can do anything about.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I'd still like to know.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He looks to the side.]

It's not...

[Sigh]

Nothing I can put in words, Madonna.