and the hanging man without his hand looked beyond his heart

[ageoftheg33k]

[Chug, chug, chug. Hardison flew straight to the fridge and cracked open an orange soda the moment he got home. He at least finishes the bottle before addressing the network; and whichever of the team is around the apartment.]So, you can either break your ass out of jail, get around staying in because of circumstantial evidence or be bought out.

Comments

[mghtbconcussed]

Hardison! I will be bringing food over immediately.

[ageoftheg33k]

You're the best. But...maybe we should meet somewhere.

[mghtbconcussed]

Okay but then you'll have to carry everything I'm making back with you.

[ageoftheg33k]

Girl, we're eating it when we meet up. Picnic style, even. Only thing I'll be carrying is whatever I can't eat and I'mma tell you now not much's getting left over.

[a_bad_guy]

Screw the socks Hardison, lets focus on another room. A room where doors can be shut and locked... many times over.

[ageoftheg33k]

Working on it, dude. You lend a hand, it'll go quicker. I got Xander helping out though so...no punching.

[a_bad_guy]

No punchin' him or you?

[ageoftheg33k]

Neither of us! Neither! No! Punching!

posted on the grab bag curse; voice

[reroutedbrain]

Hey Hardison! Guess you're out of jail. You know why you were in there, right?

[ooc: SHODAN has age reversal day, so that's what this journal is. :)]

voice; before/after their encounter in the street?

[ageoftheg33k]

Yeah, 'cause I got caught.

voice; before, why not

[reroutedbrain]

Yeah! And you got caught because you lost the game!

voice;

[ageoftheg33k]

What? What game?

[But, c'mon Hardison. You know. You know where this is going.]

Don't-- just. You?