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Post by Annabelle Levenkin on Feb 19, 2013 8:12:00 GMT -5
"Well, in some cases, you do kind of invite these things upon yourself." Annabelle said.
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Post by Running Offbeat on Feb 19, 2013 12:11:10 GMT -5
David rolled his eyes and didn't dignify that with a verbal response.
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Post by Eric Shale/Alfred Davis on Feb 19, 2013 22:31:06 GMT -5
"The glitter probably doesn't help." Eric snorts, leaning back against the light pole.
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Post by Annabelle Levenkin on Feb 19, 2013 22:49:14 GMT -5
Annabelle scooted back, partially considering leaning on the same light pole but then remembering there wouldn't be enough room for them both.
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Post by Running Offbeat on Feb 19, 2013 23:05:02 GMT -5
"You do realize you've just leaned against a large wad of chewed gum right...?"
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Post by shamblesclaire on Feb 20, 2013 4:17:23 GMT -5
"Er.. sorry, Eric." Claire gives the frontman an apologetic smile. "Next coffee is on me, okay?"
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Post by Eric Shale/Alfred Davis on Feb 20, 2013 9:00:27 GMT -5
Eric blinks, and sighs, pulling away with a groan. "Eh, this is an old shirt anyway." He mumbles, glancing at David.
"Good luck with that concert. I may not like ya, but I don't wanna see you wind up in a hole."
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Post by Annabelle Levenkin on Feb 20, 2013 9:16:28 GMT -5
Annabelle raised her hand somewhat sheepishly. "I do." She smiled just as sheepishly.
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Post by Running Offbeat on Feb 20, 2013 14:14:32 GMT -5
"Thanks, but no thanks," he pressed back his shades, "David Robert Jones doesn't need luck."
He snapped his fingers and the limo roared to life.
"Good luck tonight."
The window rolled up before the limo took off down the street, leaving the three to their own devices.
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Post by Annabelle Levenkin on Feb 20, 2013 14:20:07 GMT -5
"Now, to the show!" Annabelle said, pushing Eric along.
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Post by Eric Shale/Alfred Davis on Feb 20, 2013 16:25:37 GMT -5
"Ack!" Eric almost squawks indignantly as he's pushed off down the street.
"H-hey! I can walk on my own!"
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Post by shamblesclaire on Feb 20, 2013 16:29:15 GMT -5
"Not with gum on his sleeve, An- oh forget it." Claire sighs, chewing on her lip. "I guess I'll... meet you both there." She pulls on her helmet as she heads back over to her scooter, taking off herself.
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Post by DeZ Grohl on Feb 21, 2013 8:47:58 GMT -5
DeZ walked down the street, an ecig hanging from her lips as she did so. She turned the corner to see Eric and Anabelle. "Hey!" she said, walking over to them. "So that's where you went to!"
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Post by Eric Shale/Alfred Davis on Feb 21, 2013 15:04:23 GMT -5
Eric blinks, waving to DeZ as he's pushed along, trying to get his feet under him properly to walk on his own.
"Sup, DeZ! What, did Al send the whole band after me?" He glances around. "The only one missing is Dan."
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Post by DeZ Grohl on Feb 21, 2013 15:42:16 GMT -5
"Nah, I was just out for a smoke" DeZ said taking another puff of steam. "Though he wasn't exactly thrilled that you weren't there" she said, walking to keep pace with Eric and Anabelle. "So, the silver limo..."
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