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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 11:44:25 GMT -5
"Nope," *he said, knotting bedsheets together into a rope.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 11:53:34 GMT -5
*Lizzie continued to beat on his door in time.*
"WHERE SELDOM IS HEEEERRRRDDD, A DISCOURAGIN' WUUUURRRRDDD....AND THE SKIES ARE NOT CLOUDY ALL DAAAAAYYYY!"
*She inhaled deeply.*
"HOME, HOME ON THE RAAANGGGEEE...."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 12:04:17 GMT -5
"Don' quit yet day job!" *bellowed Jake as he swung a leg over the windowsill, trying to crumpled up his massive frame enough to fit through the open window.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 12:12:13 GMT -5
*Lizzie rolled her eyes.*
"AW, COME ON, JAKE! 'YA GOTTA TELL ME!"
*Enough was enough. She started laying her weight into the door.*
"WHY 'YA BEIN' SUCH A PAIN?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 12:43:33 GMT -5
*Jake only grinned as her shouts became fainter in the distance as he crept away from the house.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 12:52:27 GMT -5
"Fine." *Lizzie growled, finally worn out. Her shoulder hurt something fierce.*
"More than one way to skin a cat..."
*She abandoned the door, and snuck outside making her way to Jake's window, hoping to implore him with more pouts. Much to her surprise, the window was open and Jake was nowhere to be seen. Her jaw set in determination as she crawled inside, taking a chair in the corner to wait him out.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 12:54:15 GMT -5
*When Jake returned an hour later armed with a bottle of booze, he ducked back through the window only to find himself face-to-face with Liz.*
"Aw shit."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 13:07:03 GMT -5
"Yer damn right, Jake."
*Lizzie didn't make a motion to move, just keeping to her chair and a quiet tone. It was a bit serious for her, which was odd.*
"Jake, all jokin' aside... Who is she? Why won't 'ya tell?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 13:13:17 GMT -5
"So she'll be mine...jus' mine...for a little while, at least."
*He ruffled Lizzie's hair.*
"Go t'bed, Liz."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 13:30:41 GMT -5
*Lizzie set her jaw, unsatisfied with the answer, but she kinda understood it. It was like...Alex. She liked having her to herself, something just hers. She stood, squeezing his shoulder as she made her way to the door.*
"A'ight, Jake. I just wancha 'ta know...I'm here, if 'ya need to talk. 'Bout girl stuff."
*She smiled empathetically and unlocked the door, slipping out it and off to bed.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 16:32:35 GMT -5
*Jake shut the door behind her but didn't bother locking it, this time. He stripped to the waist and poured some water from a pitcher into the ceramic basin, splashing his face, scrubbing his wet hands through his hair.
Then, with a sigh, he fell into bed, grinning as he drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 16:43:31 GMT -5
***NEXT MORNING***
*Lizzie was up extra early making breakfast. She wanted it to be especially nice this morning, in case Jake wanted to talk. Not that she was going to force him again. That hadn't worked so well. She hummed merrily as she did so.*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 16:54:22 GMT -5
*Kip snuck in the back door, a bunch of wildflowers clutched in his hand.*
"Mornin'," *he said to Liz, trying to snatch a piece of bacon from the pan.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 17:01:34 GMT -5
*Lizzie smacked his hand, looking at him like he was right crazy for trying such a thing with her skillet. Eying the flowers, she gave him a knowing grin.*
"Fer me? That's right kind of 'ya. But I'd make yer breakfast fer free."
*She gave him a playful peck on the cheek.*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 17:26:56 GMT -5
*Kip snorted.*
"Countin' on it. These're fer B--"
*He caught Lizzie's glance, and quickly fished out a cornflower, tucking it behind her ear.*
"...that one's fer you."
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