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Mar 28, 2008 22:04

Crews had a home. It was absolutely nothing like the home he'd left in LA, save for the lack of furniture, but that would come in time. For now he was just happy to be out of the Compound. The place had been okay, really, just a bit too dorm-like (cell-like, be honest) for him.

Now thanks to the kindness of strangers, he had a hut in the jungle. On a magic island and, yeah, somehow he was still not overly bothered by any of this. His shrink or Connie would probably be able to explain it, however odds were he was better off not knowing. If you understand, things are just as they are; if you do not understand, things are just as they are. Knowing didn't matter all that much in the end.

He did know he liked his new home by the river, and once his (very, very, very few) belongings were stowed away he settled himself on a rock at the shore. Crews wore his suit pants and tank top with the button-down shirt hanging open, sleeves rolled to his elbows, feet bare. Strange birds were were calling in the trees, the sun was bright on the water, and Crews was thoroughly content.

[Crews' new place is just across the river from Chez Cain 'n Glitch, feel free to find an excuse to interrupt his meditation. SP is always, always love.]

charlie crews, james lennox, spike spiegel, dani reese, wyatt cain

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