OD 1.7.2003 [5:51 p.m.]

no explanation needed.

*reads scene* That wasn't out of nowhere. *snickers* Yes, it was right. No

more playing Jet and Decker on the same day for YOU, boyo. Touch anymore on

Decker's emotional side and we're all doomed.

*pockets keys.... thinks better of it, locks them in a safe* And no, you

can't, not even with IMOGEN.

Gah.

> AUGH.

>

>

> Decker Rohl

>

> Tue 02:53AM EST

> There's an answering twitch on that hard never-smiling mouth. A step

> back from the balcony's edge, and he lets the bottle drop to his side,

> his body rocking with the lazy halfassed motion. "Whatever," he

> drawls with a glance at her beer, and for a minute that twitch is a

> curl.

>

> (sometimes i think i could learn to love you, woman)

>

> Yeah. Okay. Not a thought to be having right now. Or ever. He sucks

> the smirk/smile back in, replaces it with a nod up, and the same old

> same old - "Night, Imogen." Turns, then, with that predatorthug style

> of his, takes the stairs two at a time, and crunches out across that

> whitecovered parking lot.

>

>

> --AUGH.

>

> i don't even know WHY i wrote that. it just FELT right. i tried to

> take it out and it FELT ALL WRONG. AUGH. and i don't even know what

> brought it on.

> i mean, read the scene/her last post in my archives. it was like.

> GAH.

> just outta NOWHERE. GAAAHHH.

>

> *HEAD

> WALL

> BANG*

>

> why aren't you on for me to yell at!? *LMAO* that's it, *hands over

> the keys* i'm not even gonna play w/ IMOGEN when you're not on.

> obviously, i can't handle unsupervised RP.

>

> -damon