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Post by Daz on Jun 27, 2010 14:14:01 GMT
I nod a little and then head into my room, laying down quite soon after I shut the door, exhausted. I slip off my shoes and stare at the ceiling for a brief while, until the sun goes down fully. This is a stupid idea, though somehow I knew it would happen. Everytime I felt the need to get out of this place after all that happened, I subconciously knew I'd be able to, if I waited long enough.
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Post by jarofdirt on Jun 28, 2010 0:38:35 GMT
After shutting the door, Jack removed his jacket and hat and hung both items on one of the bed posts. He then slipped out of his boots and laid out on the bed, an arm resting over his eyes. He was exhausted, and within a short while he was asleep.
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Post by Daz on Jun 30, 2010 20:07:02 GMT
The next day comes far too soon and I squint to myself as the light shines through my small, dusty window. All I can think of is how tired I feel, but then I find myself hit by the reminder of what today may be. I sit up a little and stare at the door.
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Post by jarofdirt on Jun 30, 2010 23:57:08 GMT
Jack was already up, having went to the morning market and lifted himself several apples and a bottle of rum for later, his skills as a thief ever sharp. He had slept well despite the vast amount of thoughts that had raced through his head right before he finally scummed to sleep, and so he was fairly refreshed upon meeting the new day, not to mention anxious to get going.
Just as Cleo would be looking towards her door, Jack approached the barrier from the other side and gave a quiet but firm knock. "Oi, love, I know this is your place an' all but we need to get goin', eh?" he asked through the wooden planks.
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