<font color=darkorange>(There was a soft sound of boots on medal as Jake stepped onto the landing of the fire escape. He'd been into her place a couple times during the past few days, using the shower and phone, catching a few moments of sleep while she was at work. He didn't realize she was there as he stepped through the window into the living room, all 6' 1" of lean muscle and piercing eyes. Those eyes landed on her and narrowed a little out of surprise.) Hi. (He said simply, shucking his shoes under the window and crossing to the kitchen to wash the grease from his hands.)</font> -- .: Fyre's Place :.

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Date Posted: 09:23:08 11/22/03 Sat
Author: Jake
Subject: (There was a soft sound of boots on medal as Jake stepped onto the landing of the fire escape. He'd been into her place a couple times during the past few days, using the shower and phone, catching a few moments of sleep while she was at work. He didn't realize she was there as he stepped through the window into the living room, all 6' 1" of lean muscle and piercing eyes. Those eyes landed on her and narrowed a little out of surprise.) Hi. (He said simply, shucking his shoes under the window and crossing to the kitchen to wash the grease from his hands.)
In reply to: Nakeisha 's message, " Is anyone out there cuz it's getting harder and harder to breath.... " on 09:14:26 11/22/03 Sat

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She cocked a brow, having recognized the sound of his footsteps. "Ever heard of a door hotshot?" She questioned, though she didn't bother to move or even open her eyes. (NT) -- Keisha, 09:24:29 11/22/03 Sat