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Post by Anya on May 5, 2016 10:13:05 GMT
Anya laughs. "No, tact is maybe not your strongest suit. But tact isn't always as helpful as people think."
"Right now, for example. If you were trying to tactfully tell me I should back off, then tact was the wrong choice. Cause it just makes me think I should do,this more often until you figure out what to do with your hands."
(Ooc: She texted "If you seriously ditched me for some hottie, the least you can do is send a pic.)
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Post by alexander on May 5, 2016 11:40:29 GMT
Alex is still for a moment, then gently wraps his left arm around Anya's waist. He then takes his phone out of his pocket and starts messing with it with his right hand.
A faint smile plays across his face. "Let's call this a compromise."
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Post by Chance on May 5, 2016 12:27:19 GMT
As Chance is walking along the London Streets, he gets a text message. He doesn't even look at it for a moments, intent on continuing his journey towards the rail yard. After all, it isn't far and soon it can all be put behind him...the vampires...the black suits...the play nice rules...
"I'm better on my own..." is his main thought...and almost as if he read the young man's mind, the large mutt walking beside him suddenly bumps against his leg and lets out a whine. "Sorry, Monster...*we're* better on our own..."
When the reminder beep goes off on his phone, he actually pulls it from his pocket and looks at it, though his pace never slows. The faintest crack appears in the stoic facade he's been wearing since leaving Guilty Pleasures, and a smile forms as he almost visualizes Anya saying the words to him in person...There's a moment when he considers not responding, but instead he sends back a quick reply "No hottie just Monster. Thanks for tonight, I'll remember it." As soon as his finger touches [send] he stuffs the phone into his pocket and resumes his walk.
Another 20 minutes finds him walking along the tracks of the old rail yard, and though trains continue to haul goods though here, the frequency is a lot less than in days past. His path carries him right towards an open boxcar...must be his lucky night. As he approaches, the mutt at his side apparently decides this is far enough and moves out in front of Chance, sitting himself right between the musician and the car.
"Come on Monster, it's time to go." Moving to the right of the dog only causes Monster to get up and shift to resume his blocking formation. Chance stops and cocks his head, "Hey this was your idea...you lead me here." With that, he moves to the left in an effort to bypass the dog. Again, Monster moves to plant himself between Chance at the railcar.
With a heavy sigh, Chance lowers his saxophone case to the ground and tucks both hands into his pockets as if addressing a small child, "Well now...what do we do now?"
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Post by Anya on May 5, 2016 12:34:36 GMT
Anya smiles but doesn't say anything as she settles in to wait for Chance's reply.
eta:
(ooc: I swear, I didn't see John's post before I posted this.)
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Post by Chance on May 5, 2016 12:54:44 GMT
(OOC Did you text something back or are you re-writing having got my reply?)
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Post by Anya on May 5, 2016 13:07:43 GMT
Apparently she didn't have to wait too long. Anya frowns at the message and types back, "by remember, I hope it's because we'll be reminiscing, like, tomorrow and planning another night."
When no reply comes, she texts, "I'll miss you if you disappear on me. Please don't."
Still leaning on Alex, she puts away her phone and addresses the rest of the group: "I think Chance might be a while. Anyone else want some more food before breaking this party up?"
(Ooc: not sure how much I'll be online today, Benadryl is knocking me out and I'll have a lot to do when get to work. But it feels almost wrapped up, at least.)
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Venisha
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Post by Venisha on May 5, 2016 13:14:36 GMT
"I'm always up for food," Venisha says, "but I doubt we're going to find anything open at this time. Why don't we all go back to my flat? My cupboards are full - so long as my idiot little brother didn't go on a rampage - and I'm a good cook. Just text Chance my address," she adds, rattling off the street number.
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Post by Anya on May 5, 2016 14:19:17 GMT
[Anya texts the address but I can't think of more description bc sleepy.]
(Ooc:so read Anya silent wait, then chance's post, then Anya's reply to him ifg that's not obvious)
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Post by alexander on May 5, 2016 14:39:41 GMT
Alex nods once. "Food sounds good. Chance will be along shortly. Probably."
Alex starts walking, arm still around Anya while constantly messing with his phone. When he thinks no one is looking, he snaps a quick selfie of the two of them, smirking as he does so. He flips through his contacts, finding Chance's number from the group text he started when he was trying out his danger sense ability. He forwards the picture to Chance with a simple message; "cant believe u ran out of party steam b4 me!!1!".
Alex isn't naive, Chance will see through it...but the challenge does give the guy a plausible excuse.
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