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- lightgunhustler - [Text, backdated to 10/01]
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Date: 2013-07-28 09:58 pm (UTC)text; 2/?
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Date: 2013-07-28 10:01 pm (UTC)oh my god river for the love of christ
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Date: 2013-08-05 11:36 am (UTC)[VOICE] bc texting is effort
From:[VOICE] ohgood now u can hear her hysterical sobbing
From:[VOICE] o good crying girl just what he wants
From:[VOICE] she's just happy ur alive bro
From:[VOICE] aw bby
From:[VOICE] ;; she just wants u to be safe tom
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Date: 2013-08-05 04:59 pm (UTC)text - reply sent 8/7
Date: 2013-08-05 10:17 pm (UTC)Are you alright?
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Date: 2013-08-11 08:45 pm (UTC)anyway, i think when you wrer doing something outside (i swear i was justpassing a window) and you have this tatto thats on your shoukder or chestfront or wahtever its called and "jacob was the guy that did mine do you know who i mean??
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Date: 2013-08-19 12:02 am (UTC)[It sounds silly spelling it out like that, since he'll know they haven't spoken, but the situation is so awkward that she can't help herself.]
I'm sorry. For the confusion and what you might think I accused you of.
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Date: 2013-08-19 01:32 pm (UTC)Hey.
[He's holding his communicator in his hand and signals with it.]
Got your message.
[Because he doesn't want there to be an issue, but doesn't like communicating more than he has to if it's not in person. It's hard to talk about important things on the phone and especially over text. You can't see how the person is reacting or read their face as you speak, it's awkward and just leads to miscommunication.]
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Date: 2013-10-03 03:27 pm (UTC)My mom is here.
((OOC: Don't even worry about this until after you get back, I just didn't want to forget. <3))
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Date: 2013-10-17 11:04 pm (UTC)Hey, Tom. Saw you on the network. Sorry I couldn't come out to help. Do you still need volunteers?
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Date: 2013-10-17 11:09 pm (UTC)Hey. No worries. They didn't build Rome in a day, come on out.
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Date: 2013-11-19 10:09 am (UTC)Benny runs smack into the kid somewhere outside the music room. It takes him a moment before he registers that he's got Dean's face. That's all kinds of strange. His head tilts and his nostrils flare for a moment trying to process the scent he's catching. Ain't Dean's, but that sure as hell is his face. ] I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you ain't Deano. [ He smells less like alcohol than Dean. Dean practically bleeds the stuff. ]
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Date: 2013-11-19 11:13 am (UTC)He nearly spits a watch it! but the other man speaks first and Tom looks up.
Oh. Here we go again.]
Bingo.
[Still, it's surprising. Tom's been around for a while now. He was pretty sure everyone know about it. Guess there are more people here than he thought.]
You a friend of his?
[Because not all of them are.]
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Date: 2013-11-22 06:27 am (UTC)[Adam's been keeping his ears open, even during times when he'd rather not, and he's picked up a few things about the mansion as a result, up to and including the existence of the clinic. He has nothing against visiting the hospital as a general rule, but a volunteer-run clinic in a magical house in Wonderland? To say he's been hesitant to visit is an understatement, regardless of the fact that people have been recommending he visit ever since the roots retreated.
Managing the many injuries he'd sustained has been painful, extremely so if it involves bending at the waist or flopping around in a nightmare as he tends to do, but pain doesn't translate the same way for Adam anymore. Letting some of the glass cuts grow infected hadn't struck him as a problem until he'd started having to look at the angry red wounds growing puffy at the edges. He'd started considering trying to find the place at that point, partly because he couldn't think of the names of the antibiotics he should take. Thinking vague thoughts didn't seem to help the closet give him what he wanted.
He still isn't all that comfortable with the idea of dropping in on the clinic unannounced, not sure what to expect. No angels have appeared out of thin air to taunt him about his family tree yet, though, and that gives Adam some hope that the day might be a good one.
Or as "good" as a good day gets for him.
He waits until it's quiet and there's no foot traffic to compete with before creeping inside, jeans flecked with some of Toothless' paint. Does it count as stealing if he just takes the stuff he wants? What were the rules when you got dumped into a brand new world?]
I have no excuse except I am a bad person and got buried.
Date: 2013-12-05 10:48 pm (UTC)The clinic was quiet, it's attending staff gone for the moment. But Tom was there, tending to himself. Normally he asked Martha to patch him up but he was pretty sure he could manage changing a few bandages. He's a big boy. He has to learn first aid sooner or later.
When Adam comes in Tom recognizes the footsteps but doesn't look up. He's got his back half turned from the door and is settled shirtless on one of the gurneys with a dozen packs of gauze and a bottle of antiseptic. From the back there's a small but angry looking exit mark. From the front it's far, far worse. Someone got to work on his top right side and from a first guess you might think they tried to skin him. There's not much reason to the wounds stretching across his shoulder and chest, but someone was definitely having fun.]
You know I think I'm getting the hang of this.
[Naturally he's mistaken Adam's quiet, cautious footsteps for Dr. Jones, and it's only after he speaks that he looks up and realizes the person entering is most definitely not Martha. He face drops.
Well. This is embarrassing.
But hey- Hasn't he seen this guy someone where before? And then it all clicks. In the hall. They'd had a run in which was more than a little bizarre but Tom hadn't thought much of it. He'd gathered that he'd been mistaken for Dean and left it at that. Dean's life isn't his business. He doesn't want it to be.]
Hey man. You alright? [The same thing he'd asked last time, knowing full well it was still a bad question. He'd ask if he was hurt but if he weren't then why come to the clinic?]
I think, uh. One of the doctors will be back in a second.
I WILL WAIT FOREVER. <3
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