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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 9:01 pm
a phone call
He wouldn't have stirred normally--Jack was more than used to sleeping alone, and the weight shift wouldn't have disturb him--but the crack of light in the doorway eventually slides to a stop over part of his face, and he can't help but stir.
There's a vague recognition that he was alone, but then that's dashed when he hears a voice in the hallway. Motivated half to get back to sleep and half to close the damn door, he gets up and shuffles closer, moving into the shadows as he eavesdrops.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 9:12 pm
a phone call
Chel's laughing lightly into the phone.
"You saw me on the news? M'famous then sweet potato." Another hollow laugh. She's putting on a face and even people that knew her well enough could be deceived. Chel was good at it by now.
"Naw m'kickin' it at someone's house. Feel ... too beat up t'make it home. He's ... got ice and s**t so s'all good, don't worry." She leaned on the balcony. "Really s'cool. Y'can kiss my hero wounds later." She let out another quiet laugh.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 9:13 pm
ive got a gun
Chel practically broke down his door with how loud she was knocking.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 10:05 pm
a phone call
"Sweet potato"? Not Chris, then, or else it would have been something like assmaster. He wondered idly if this was something Chel often did after leaving--just go right on down the list and call someone else. It was enough to add to his headache, and Jack turned to quietly get a glass of water, pretending he wasn't doing so just for the added benefit of continuing to listen.
ive got a gun
"Hey!" She was met with a rather cross look as he opened the door. "The ********, Chel, stop trying to knock the hinges off."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 11:56 pm
a phone call
"Oh?" And now there was a silence as Chel was laughing at whatever existed on the other line. "D'you need me t-" Another silence as Chel tapped her nails against the banister. "Mel-" The tapping stopped. "Jus' go t'Chris' f'you need it. Yeah."
There was one pause that was inordinately long. "I'm goin' back t'sleep. Night." She hung up and that was that. Her features sagged and she rubbed the sides of her head. It was hard doing it without sleep.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 11:58 pm
ive got a gun
"Jack," was as much as she explained before brushing past him with a bewildered expression. But then she started walking back towards the door like she was going to leave. A flustered Chel.
"Jack," she repeated, clenching her hands into fists. "Remember that thing in the library. The big portal the ffzzhshhh and s**t? All that magic-y stuff?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 7:49 am
a phone call
He didn't recognize the name...So, another useless venture. Oh well. He gulped down some water and set the glass back in the sink for later. If Chel entered the room, she'd find him shuffling back towards the couch like lanky zombie, seemingly none the wiser about her phone call.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 7:54 am
ive got a gun
"Yeah...?" he replied with a bewildered frown as he closed the door, once it looked as though Chel wouldn't just storm right back out. "Did you see another portal or something?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 11:22 am
ive got a gun
"No it-" She took a deep breath. This was too much energy for any one thing and she was supposed to Not Care.
She began at the beginning. "I was at Shun's makin' him soup 'cause he got ******** up and then Shun floated some celery-"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 11:39 am
a phone call
Chel had a similar look on her face. Zombie-like, that is. It was taxing to have the day she had, no sleep and to be other people all at once.
When she walked in to find him shuffling back to the couch, she rolled her eyes. "Did you hear that?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 9:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 9:35 pm
a phone call
"Kinda hard not to," Jack mumbled as he got reacquainted with his spot. Sure, the bed was a better option, but he was sleepy, not logical. "Who's Mel?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 9:57 pm
ive got a gun
"He ... made celery ... float with his mind ..."
Okay now she sounded crazy. "You have t'promise not t'laugh."
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 9:58 pm
a phone call
"Er, sorry. Didn't mean t'wake you. Mel's my ... girlfriend."
An awkward beat.
"Aren't you gonna go sleep on yer bed?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 6:59 am
I've got a gun
Jack did anyway. It was a small, unexpected laugh. The imagery was a bit too comical not to. But the rest of his face didn't match that humor.
"Telekinesis? Just," he snapped his fingers, "like that? He didn't mention any meetings with strangers or other odd occur Eve's before that?"
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