Jack Priest (
bitten_notshy) wrote2010-07-02 09:09 am
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Room 308, Friday Morning
Jack hadn't really slept after getting back from his date with Emma. He'd taken a token nap, but in the end the excitement got to him. By seven, he was dressed and his possessions had been boxed neatly. (He had no idea how he'd acquired so many things in just over a year, but he had.)
He had a few hours before his portal left, so he rested on his bare mattress, reading the book Ms. Cabot had given him as a way of focusing his mind away from his nerves. He'd have Sebastien in his new world; nothing could go too far wrong.
The door to the room was open.
[OOC: Last post in Fandom! If you think he would have told you when he was leaving, he did.]
He had a few hours before his portal left, so he rested on his bare mattress, reading the book Ms. Cabot had given him as a way of focusing his mind away from his nerves. He'd have Sebastien in his new world; nothing could go too far wrong.
The door to the room was open.
[OOC: Last post in Fandom! If you think he would have told you when he was leaving, he did.]
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A bit muddled there, but Karla wasn't trying to win any eloquence awards today.
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She gave him a wobbly smile. "I won't even make you wear that kind of Ring. Promise."
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That part was important!
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It didn't make much sense, but it kept him from going all wibbly.
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Absurd, yes, but keeping them from tears was only for the good.
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It's possible that didn't even make sense.
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"Of course," she said, offering him her hand. "Though I'm willing to bet the real evil water fowl are the flamingos rather than the ducks."