<font color=steelblue>(He was a professional interruption-causer.. and tonight would be no different. It was the one year anniversary of the accident that had almost cost him his life and left him with a noticable limp and a perpetually cracking ankle.. and he was celebrating it with style. Sitting outside in a vintage red mustang with the white convertable top laid back, he looked up at her window and laid on the horn a few times, waiting for her to come to the window. As far as she had known, the car had been totaled and junked.. but he had had Jason pick up the wreckage and together the men had put the car back together by the numbers.. it was mint condition and purring like a brand new car. His eyes flitted down as a man carrying a package of delivery food was walking up to her building. He yelled at him and then interrogated him, finding out it was hers and demanding the guy give it to him. Again he looked up, honking a few more times.)</font> -- .: Chris & Dani's Apartment :.

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Date Posted: 20:09:37 10/25/05 Tue
Author: Christian
Subject: (He was a professional interruption-causer.. and tonight would be no different. It was the one year anniversary of the accident that had almost cost him his life and left him with a noticable limp and a perpetually cracking ankle.. and he was celebrating it with style. Sitting outside in a vintage red mustang with the white convertable top laid back, he looked up at her window and laid on the horn a few times, waiting for her to come to the window. As far as she had known, the car had been totaled and junked.. but he had had Jason pick up the wreckage and together the men had put the car back together by the numbers.. it was mint condition and purring like a brand new car. His eyes flitted down as a man carrying a package of delivery food was walking up to her building. He yelled at him and then interrogated him, finding out it was hers and demanding the guy give it to him. Again he looked up, honking a few more times.)
In reply to: Danielle 's message, "
My brain's repeating
"If you've got an impulse, let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth
" on 19:57:44 10/25/05 Tue

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She ignored the honking for a while - she was good at that, ignoring distractions - but eventually it came to be a little too much and so she reluctantly dragged herself from her spot on the couch and over to the window to peer out. It took a moment before what she was seeing really registered, but then she pushed open the window and leaned out. "Hey! Shut up!" She shouted down before calling a little more quietly - she was going to hear about this from her neighbors, she was afraid. "What are you doing?" The car was definitely intriguing, or else she probably would have just returned to her couch until he gave in and just came up - but that was her car. Well, not her car, because her car was now a dingy old VW Rabbit that just barely got her to and from school, but once upon a time she had had a beautiful, beloved car that looked just like that one he was sitting in... (NT) -- Dani, 20:18:14 10/25/05 Tue