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Post by Ambassador John Clark on Apr 7, 2006 22:13:40 GMT -5
Non descript small house. Nothing fancy. Just a place to relax.
IC:
John was limping back from the nearby transport hub. It was slow goings with the wounds he took during the fight in Key West.........
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Post by Sennah Thompson on Apr 7, 2006 22:22:26 GMT -5
*Sennah had been out and about since she left Gloop's shuttle. She hadn't gone home: too much was on her mind, and she just didn't feel like talking to her parents right now. She had spent most of her evening on the pier, sitting on the dock and watching the sun go down over the San Francisco bay. At dusk she began walking again, and didn't know or really care where she was going. That's when she ran into someone she didn't expect.*
“John!” She rushed over to him as soon as she recognized who he was. “What happened to you?!”
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Post by Ambassador John Clark on Apr 7, 2006 22:29:36 GMT -5
"I had a little missunderstanding with some people who did not like my answers...."
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Post by Sennah Thompson on Apr 7, 2006 22:31:33 GMT -5
"It was the Syndicate wasn't it?"
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Post by Ambassador John Clark on Apr 7, 2006 22:36:42 GMT -5
"Maybe."
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Post by Sennah Thompson on Apr 7, 2006 22:38:14 GMT -5
"You mean you don't know for sure? Or are you just saying that so I won't worry?"
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Post by Ambassador John Clark on Apr 7, 2006 22:38:52 GMT -5
"THat would be the latter.....*rougheish grin*"
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Post by Sennah Thompson on Apr 7, 2006 22:41:22 GMT -5
*Sennah rolls her eyes; however, she can't help but smile a bit.*
"You know, I'm a big girl, John. You don't have to protect me."
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Post by Ambassador John Clark on Apr 7, 2006 22:42:38 GMT -5
"Well. I was lucky. I don't want you to go and get hurt because of this." *winces*
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Post by Sennah Thompson on Apr 7, 2006 22:46:20 GMT -5
"I'm as deeply involved in this as you are." She notices the wince. "Need help?"
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Post by Ambassador John Clark on Apr 7, 2006 22:47:16 GMT -5
"That would be nice. They did more damage than i thought...."
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Post by Sennah Thompson on Apr 7, 2006 22:51:36 GMT -5
*She grips him around the waist and he puts an arm over her shoulders. Slowly, they walk down the street together.*
"How many were there? *pauses* And which way is your house?"
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Post by Ambassador John Clark on Apr 7, 2006 22:55:56 GMT -5
*winces as she wraps her arm arround him* "My house is 10 houses down on the right. And there were 5 of them"
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Post by Sennah Thompson on Apr 7, 2006 22:58:28 GMT -5
"Right. Five? You're lucky to still be here."
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Post by Ambassador John Clark on Apr 7, 2006 23:17:31 GMT -5
"They were not as good as they thought they were."
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