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May 21, 2008 15:29

So, Simon went west. It's been a long, long trip, replete with exciting adventures, mainly involving the appropriation of food from the more frightened kind of survivor and the frightening of any survivors who tried to steal things from him.

Now? He's reached Metropolis.

...it hardly seems worth it, really.

judge simon, anna reeve

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downsidedarling May 21 2008, 14:34:54 UTC
It's about to be.

'Cause who exactly is that, strolling carelessly along the roadside in her faded black jeans, worn-out old running shoes, and ELP T-shirt?

Yeah.

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seesyoursins May 21 2008, 14:38:22 UTC
...oh dear holy what the hell.

Okay, so thank fuck he's not the only one, but out of everyone Downside who could have gotten caught by the selfsame whatever-it-was?

"Evening, there," he says at last. The words are innocuous, but it's pretty clear from his tone and his face how surprised he is.

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downsidedarling May 21 2008, 14:47:11 UTC
"Hey," she says, clearly not recognizing him but affording him a casual wave nonetheless.

There's ice cream on her upper lip.

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seesyoursins May 21 2008, 14:50:32 UTC
He's not actually met her, but he's heard of her. Everyone has heard of Eight-Hour Chainsaw. And he's seen her around; they live in the same caret, and have been to the same parties.

...The ice-cream doesn't quite seem to fit the imposing persona, you know.

"Er, you've got..." He indicates the spot on his own lip.

And still with the surprise.

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