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[boldstarring]

[after DRAMA and more drama ensues, Jesse St. James darts out of the studio quickly, bag in tow. after eying the general area for a few seconds, he heads off towards the pond, shoving his hands in his pockets.]

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[lipstickittoyou]

*Spots Jesse on her way to get some coffee, running over and clapping a hand on his shoulder*

Hey!

[boldstarring]

[jumps a bit at that! and then turns.]

- hey.

[lipstickittoyou]

Sorry, didn't mean to startly you there. So where are you headed, stranger?

[boldstarring]

Nowhere. - anywhere. ... I just needed to get away for a bit.

[solipsismmortal]

[the voice from behind sounds like it was coming from the door you just left]

Goin' somewhere?

[boldstarring]

[stops.]

... you weren't very discrete.

[solipsismmortal]

Oh, didja notice me?

[boldstarring]

Who didn't is the better question.

[boldstarring]

[and even later - that night - there is a knock at Rachel's door.]

[goldstarring]

[earlier: lots of unceremonious crying happened.

Now: Rachel Berry is depressedly listening to the original soundtrack from the Notebook. It's been that sort of day. At the knock on the door, she turns off the music and sits up.]

. . . who is it?

[boldstarring]

[probably sounding really tired at this point.]

It's me.

[goldstarring]

. . .

It's open. I think.

[bethejune]

[nearby the pond, someway is midway through his daily run when he spots Jesse and slows down]

Hey, what's up?

[boldstarring]

[- dicks.]

I needed a change of scenery in order to find inspiration for my music. The pond seemed like a logical choice.

[bethejune]

Oh yeah, it's a great place. It's pretty quiet most of the time. Are you working on anything in particular?

[boldstarring]

Does it particularly matter? A musician should always be honing his craft, regardless of where he may be.