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[And in the middle of the night, there's a loud gasping breath of air as a body moves from a bed.]
Nick-- [A breath. Wasn't she just sitting in a chair? With a gun? Just how long was she out?
A pause. A long pause.
And soon there would be the cocking of a gun, footsteps moving across her floor, and a door opening. Minutes would pass before Kalinda finds herself sitting on her bed, glaring down at the open journal at her side.
In an annoyed, tired, and subtly frustrated tone masked in neutrality, she'll continue the accidental dictation with full intention.]
And here I thought I was home.
(ooc. open, via journal! yeeee-- OH YEAH SHE HAS A LOSS CHANGE NOW LET ME JUST MAKE AN OOC POST ABOUT THAT.)
Nick-- [A breath. Wasn't she just sitting in a chair? With a gun? Just how long was she out?
A pause. A long pause.
And soon there would be the cocking of a gun, footsteps moving across her floor, and a door opening. Minutes would pass before Kalinda finds herself sitting on her bed, glaring down at the open journal at her side.
In an annoyed, tired, and subtly frustrated tone masked in neutrality, she'll continue the accidental dictation with full intention.]
And here I thought I was home.
(ooc. open, via journal! yeeee-- OH YEAH SHE HAS A LOSS CHANGE NOW LET ME JUST MAKE AN OOC POST ABOUT THAT.)
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[Well, it's not like she's going to hide her name from a BABBY!] Kalinda.
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Really?
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If you want to be, of course.
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I would be fine with that.
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Great! Then friends we are, and you will be the first to know about my movie adventure.