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izzyalienqueen) wrote2008-03-16 07:04 pm
Room 406, evening
They'd done what they'd set out to do. The angels were trapped.
Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Isabel hated waiting.
The door was closed.
Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Isabel hated waiting.
The door was closed.
[Door closed, post open...]
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Parker had take-out, booze, and a punk crashed out on her couch. Temporarily. Time to check in on the recently-traumatized.
And she was thinking about last week's trauma, at that.
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Yesterday's anger was gone. Now she was just worried. "Payback is an absolute bitch," she sighed.
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Nourhane wandered through the living room at that point, and gave Parker a weird look. Parker rolled her eyes and mouthed, "creative writing paper" to her, and took another sip of her drink.
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And because it would definitely be a distraction, Isabel had to ask, "So what do you and Zero have planned? And will I need bail money?"
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Looking up, she dropped the phone and just stared.
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Except he was real and he was standing there.
Forgetting all about Parker on the phone, Isabel got to her feet and slowly reached out to touch him.
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It should be noted that she still kept kissing him.
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