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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 22, 2012 1:02:44 GMT -5
Zander had managed to get up to going nine hours without sleep. And currently, he was edging close to about 8 and a half hours of being awake. Give or take. He tapped his fingers on the table he was sitting at, taking the small break he was allowed. He took another sip of his water, then closed his eyes, laying his head down on his arms as he folded them across the table.
He wondered if Devon had avoided his boyfriend after the accident, if he was okay. He knew after Devon left, he had passed out on Nevada, and ended up staying the night in the hospital. 'Rest until the swelling goes down, or we'll have to drain it' his doctor had warned. But he had bills to pay and couldn't. He sighed, sitting back up. He glanced at his watch, guessing he had a half an hour before he had to get back to the store.
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Post by reagan tanis burke on Feb 23, 2012 22:43:39 GMT -5
Reagan stalked through the food court with her tray. She ignored the stares men were giving her effortlessly. She had grown used to them in the past six years. Being a succubus meant just about any guy she got close too was hers if she wanted him. She hated what she was, and usually took it out on the poor, unsuspecting men she came across. When two guys blocked her path asking for her number she almost screamed. Could she not have one fucking day of peace?
Pushing past them she slammed the tray down on a nearby table, flopping down into the seat. She had lost her appetite and just stared at the food, taking sips of her coke.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 0:37:41 GMT -5
Zander watched with little interest as the girl was cornered, then took her seat. He could feel blood slowly dripping down his cheek, and guessed he had passed his mark of no sleep. 'I just want Devon..' He thought, closing his eyes again. He wiped absently at the blood, then got up and threw away his cup. He took his seat again, laying his head back down on the table. He closed his eyes again, growing incredibly tired.
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Post by reagan tanis burke on Feb 24, 2012 19:56:57 GMT -5
At a movement out of the corner of her eye Reagan looked up. She watched as the guy sluggishly got up and threw away his drink. If she remembered correctly he was the manager of Hot Topic and Spencers. She was often in both of those stores buying things, especially for work, which she did not look forward to tonight. She stood up and headed over to him. She had had friendly conversations with him when she was in the stores, but they didn't really know each other. She held out a napkin to him, seeing the pale streak of blood still on his cheek. "Here."
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