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May 31, 2006 19:12

Irene has found a pair of pants to go with her shirt and jacket, and a belt to keep the pants on. No more naked ( Read more... )

!location: apt 202, parsifal, irene hadley

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old_bum June 1 2006, 01:19:55 UTC
And after a while, a bum walks in.

It would be wrong to say he looks like a bum. He does, but he also is a bum, even if he now has an apartment and happens to find himself at the end of the world. He's a little shaky as he hasn't had his afternoon drink (or his mid-day drink, or his breakfast drink, or any of the other drinks he happens to indulge himself in usually) but he makes his way in on his own two feet doing well enough.

If you can't drink, might as well eat.

He'd already looked over the list; there really wasn't anything he couldn't do on there with some proficiency, but he'd have to figure out where he best stood before he signed his name anywhere.

And he'd have to present himself to the lord of the demesne.

He wasn't expecting to find anyone there, but he does tip his Yankees hat to her as he walks in.

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xenacomplex June 1 2006, 01:28:13 UTC
Irene waves and smiles.

"Beans?" she says, by way of invitation.

After all, she has two cans.

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old_bum June 1 2006, 01:31:50 UTC
"The magical fruit."

He nods in affirmation that yes, he would indeed like some beans before heading over to her.

"Got a name, honey?"

Now, one might take the 'honey' offensively, but it would be difficult. He says it not in the sort of way that might be considered 'come hither' but more along the lines of a friendly, fatherly sort. He'd had plenty of sons, after all.

And lived past all of them.

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xenacomplex June 1 2006, 01:40:08 UTC
Irene's used to fathers. She's had several.

"Irene," she says, tapping one can so that it scoots over to him. "And you?"

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