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Date Posted: 08:24:25 04/29/05 Fri
Author: Armani
Subject: He wasn't overly impressed with being here but Jason had been his dude back in the facility - they'd smoked together a couple of times and whatnot - and he needed somewhere to hide out for a bit so here it was. As soon as he was released he had been planning on headin' right back to his 'family' but the word had come that their was a hit out on him and to stay away for a couple of months. So now, the somber looking black man was here, a bookbag over his shoulder, another bag at his feet as he stepped into the living area, glancing around at the brightly colored walls for a moment. Sure as hell wasn't the facility.
In reply to: Astrid 's message, " I got whatcha need, so tell me whatcha need -- I got whatcha need so tell me whatcha need.." on 08:14:10 04/29/05 Fri


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  • So involved was she in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice him and ran directly into him, her laundry basket upsetting and an assortment of underwear and other definitely feminine clothing spilling out onto the floor - it ought to have been something embarrassing, but to Astrid it just wasn't. She raised a brow, looking up and meeting his eyes silently, as though it was entirely his fault that she wasn't looking where she was going, and then leant to collect her things from the floor. "Armani." She recognized him, that was for sure - he hadn't grown up so much that she didn't know who he was, but she doubted he had any clue who she was. (NT) -- Astrid, 08:35:05 04/29/05 Fri
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