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pursuedthestars) wrote2013-10-09 07:40 pm
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-10-09 07:40 pm
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Room 222 | Wednesday Evening
Jim was trying to forget that yesterday happened. He'd been doing a damn good job of it too. Never let it be said that his repression skills weren't extremely good. He'd had a lot of practice and between Pike and Natalie, he had a lot to repress.
The weather was pretty crappy so Jim had ordered some food and made the poor delivery driver deal with the rain and wind. He wasn't going out there if he could help. The driver had made decent time and his food was dry so Jim was sitting at his desk with his feet up, eating Chinese food and watching it pour down.
After everything, it was his way of relaxing and recharging his batteries. It'd been a long, strange week and a half.
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The weather was pretty crappy so Jim had ordered some food and made the poor delivery driver deal with the rain and wind. He wasn't going out there if he could help. The driver had made decent time and his food was dry so Jim was sitting at his desk with his feet up, eating Chinese food and watching it pour down.
After everything, it was his way of relaxing and recharging his batteries. It'd been a long, strange week and a half.
[Door and post are open]