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[hexappeal]

WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!


Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

Comments

okay :|

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Because I made the effort to come out here?

yay :D

[hexappeal]

I'm not sure if that's good enough. [Yet she isn't making any motion to leave, so...]

/deals with it

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

It'll have to be for the moment.

just as zee must... sob.

[hexappeal]

You have a moment before I leave. I'm not going to play games with you, James. I'm sure you expect me to just deal with whatever you feel like saying or doing because I'm easy like that, aren't I? [oh, she mad.]

exactly

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

You're not easy. I never meant that.

lucky us...

[hexappeal]

[She lowers her voice, trying not to cause a scene. She can't look at him right now.] You made me feel very... cheap. And that's not okay.

ikr <3

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I know. I can't excuse it.

right!! <3 <3 <3

[hexappeal]

[No. It just made her feel attacked. :(]

No, you can't. [A beat and she sips more of her tea.] I broke things off with Ted, anyway. Booster will come back, eventually, I'm sure. And I can't see myself in anything long-term with him.

:D

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Then it was more than a one off?-- Actually, forget it. You're right, it's none of my business.

[hexappeal]

I don't know. I like Ted. He's my friend. [She slept with him again again, too.] But he's not my type. I mean, he sort of is. But he's not like Terry was. [She says that name fondly, but there's more behind it than just that.]

Long-term was never an option. [She stares into her tea. Ugh.]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

You don't need to tell me all of this.

[hexappeal]

No. I don't. [She allows silence to settle between them now as she picks at her croissant, breaking it into small pieces on its plate, but not eating any of it.]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Then don't.

[hexappeal]

I won't. [She's ended it, anyway. Alllllll by myseeeeeeeeeeelf, don't wanna be alllllll byyyy myyyyseeeelllllfff.]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I was out of line.

[hexappeal]

I agree. You were. [She chances peering up at him.]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Are you still going to slap me and leave?

[hexappeal]

No, I'm not. [But the conversation's probably going to be strained.]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Okay. That's a start at least.

[hexappeal]

[Man, James. Why you gotta be like that?] So... how have you been?

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Alright.

Yourself?

[hexappeal]

[She looks down at her plate and the demolished croissant.]

Okay, I guess. Been worse.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Always can be worse.

[hexappeal]

Thanks for that bleak reminder, James. [She pops a piece into her mouth. Man. It was better when it was warm. :(]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Just thought it needed to be said.

Am I forgiven?