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[socoolbrewster]

'Sup, bitches?  You know who this is, so drop something and I'll get back to you.  Unless I won't.

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Comments

poly-text over the device;

[charring]

Feeling better?

poly-text

[socoolbrewster]

Much. Why, looking for a rematch or something?

poly-text;

[charring]

Hardly. I try to avoid repeats.

poly-text;

[socoolbrewster]

Then what's with the Care Bear imitation?

Re: poly-text;

[charring]

just making sure you've found a safe food source.

poly-text;

[socoolbrewster]

Not people, you mean.

I'm touched.

poly-text;

[charring]

Pretty much. And I'd offer to give you a tour of the City, But I don't trust you to not keep your teeth to yourself.

poly-text; (don't give me no lines and keep your teeth to yourself...?)

[socoolbrewster]

Now that's just cold.

poly-text; (DYING! Ilu.)

[charring]

It's the truth, man. Find a place to live?

poly-text; (*GRIIIIIN* I'm adding it to the playlist for teh lols, idec)

[socoolbrewster]

Maybe. Why?

poly-text; (can I get a youtube link?)

[charring]

Just checking. I'm allowed to check, right?

poly-text;

[socoolbrewster]

I'm not a stalker, if that's what you're trying to find out.

poly-text;

[charring]

[If he's home, he'll hear a small scoff and charlie saying 'right. okay.' from downstairs. If not, this is irrelevant.]

Says the guy who followed me home after sitting and staring at me for a good twenty minutes. Not that you remember. But. Previous encounters just don't work in your favor.

poly-text;

[socoolbrewster]

[He is in fact home. Which would explain that cackle she may or may not hear.

Yes. Cackle.]

Sounds like you have an unfair advantage here.

But I could see the following thing.

poly-text;

[charring]

[She hears it. Isn't sure she actually heard it, though. But she heard it.]


I like my unfair advantages. They helped me survive so far.

Where are you living?

poly-text;

[socoolbrewster]

Around.

[Clomp clomp clomp; it's apartment investigation time, and he's making absolutely no attempts at being quiet.]

poly-text;

[charring]

[Wow, the people upstairs are annoying. Like. Really annoying. She was so used to it being quiet in the apartment that all the stomping is making her frown. She stands and a moment later, there is the sound of a door opening and closing. She's left her apartment and is coming to investigate.]

I know where to get black-out curtains if you need them.



[Charlie. Why? She's still heading upstairs, though, to 'introduce' herself to the new neighbors.]

poly-text;

[socoolbrewster]

Really. After you were apparently really all about the "dust to dust" thing. Might want to get your story straight before you start offering things to strangers.

[Hmmm. What's in the fridge? Probably nothing, but he'll look anyway.]

poly-text;

[charring]

I don't have a problem with you as long as you're not attacking me, Ed.

[And now there are feet walking down the hall.]

poly-text;

[socoolbrewster]

[That is...absolutely somebody else on his floor. Right? Right.

And they're probably smoking. Inside. Totally makes sense.

Nope, nothing in the fridge. He should probably fix that at some point. Back to stalking around the apartment, then. ...And checking the curtains to make sure they're secure. Wouldn't want to burst into flames later.]

Sorry if I don't quite believe you, Charizard.

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[charring]

[Oh, fuck. She's laughing. She barely even read the word 'Charizard' before the laughter erupted. She speaks when she can, sounding amused as hell.]

Wow. That's a new one.

[Texting now.]



You could always give it a try.

poly-text;

[socoolbrewster]

[All the movement in the apartment? Completely stops with that laugh. Not that he's worried, but.]

Seriously?!

[Texting texting.]

Are you on my floor?

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[charring]

[Screw texting. She can't even move right now, stuck in one spot in the middle of the hallway, just three feet from door 329. She knows that voice!]


Ed?

[Please don't let it be Ed.]

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[socoolbrewster]

[He stalks over to the door and peeks his head out, and what.are.you.doing.there.]

Sorry, I take it back. You're the stalker.

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[charring]

I'm the stalker? Me? Really? You're the one that moved into my building. [Her tone is somewhere between incredulity and amusement.]