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Jim's Apartment, Wednesday Evening
Jim was worried. Well, kind of worried. Well, okay, a lot worried. Especially after Lana's breakdown in the park last night. He still hoped that dinner tonight would go off well . . . and he did want to see Doc Wilson and Phale again ( Read more... ) -
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OOC: So long, farewell, etc.
This has been coming for a while ( Read more... ) -
Room 322, Wednesday evening
Jim had had Queen pounding through his head all day. You know the one. The one that the tyranny of Umbridge always reminded him of.
"I've got to break free, I've got to - break free . . ."
So it had never really stopped being his room, but he figured they should at least keep up appearances of following the rules. So he knocked.
[[For fake ( Read more... ) -
Selkie Cove, early Monday evening
Jim had no idea if they'd end up breaking curfew or not. Not that he really cared. Among many, many other benefits, this whole heightened senses thing really helped with sneaking around and avoiding capture ( Read more... ) -
Room 322, Sunday evening
Jim managed to nudge the door open with his shoulder and one knee, his hands full of takeaway from Ching Tai and a stack of movies, all carefully balanced and, of course, on the verge of collapse. "Honey, I'm home!" he called out cheerfully, kicking off his shoes.
[[For ze girlfriend.]] -
Room 322, Sunday evening
Jim, in this moment, loved his brother. Stephen was a giant flaming failure and Jim absolutely loved him for it. One badly dented company car from basketball showboating and Jim was again the golden child. His reward? A plane ticket back to Fandom five minutes from when he wanted it, and exactly nine words of praise from his father. He was ( Read more... ) -
OOC: *ninja vanish*
The past couple days have been a bit rough for me (some of you know why, the rest of you can ask them), so I'm going to be taking the weekend off to recharge. Back to my usual post-work slowplay on Monday ( Read more... ) -
Room 322, Monday afternoon
Jim sat on the floor against the bed, bouncing a ball against the far wall with his left hand and catching it in his right. Football. Basketball. And best of all, no call from his dad in more than a month. Life was good for Jim.
Well, he was missing Blair a bit.
What? A guy can miss another guy.
[[For the girlfriend.]] -
OOC: Flag football
Did I miss a sign-up somewhere or is this a drop-in thing?