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Post by William Beckett on Jul 15, 2011 7:44:20 GMT -5
William picked at the breakfast, picked at overcooked eggs and burnt bacon. Tried to sip at the rancid coffee and went into a coughing fit.
He didn't want to be here.
He was so fucked.
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Post by Mikey Way on Jul 23, 2011 23:26:26 GMT -5
Mikey sat a booth over. He didn't bother pretending the food was edible. The only edible thing near him was sugar packets.
He gave a small sigh when the unfamiliar face attempted to drink the coffee.
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Post by William Beckett on Jul 24, 2011 1:12:51 GMT -5
William groaned as he glanced back out to the van on the curb. Undrinkable coffee probably means he should move and try and start unpacking. But fuck, really? He was going to snap in half if he tried to move that shit.
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Post by Mikey Way on Jul 24, 2011 9:16:43 GMT -5
Mikey noted the van and his groggy brain put two and two together.
"Oh," he turned around to the new guy. "Are you moving in? Did you want help?"
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Post by William Beckett on Jul 25, 2011 3:04:06 GMT -5
William's naturally slipped into his usual smirk as he answered, "That would be amazing."
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Post by Mikey Way on Jul 25, 2011 5:42:04 GMT -5
Mikey nodded with a stoic face. "Let me go get my friend," He said slipping out of the booth. He walked back towards the kitchen.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 25, 2011 5:46:34 GMT -5
Being drug out by Mikey was embrrassing, but doing so after he informed you your coffee nearly killed someone was brutal. "I don't even live in those crappy appartments and you want me to help?" he grumbled.
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Post by William Beckett on Jul 26, 2011 3:54:47 GMT -5
William blinked up at the two boys above him and grinned. "And you are?" He said, gracefully offering his hand.
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Post by Mikey Way on Jul 26, 2011 4:06:32 GMT -5
Mikey looked at William's hand. "I'm Mikey," He shrugged and shook his hand. He wiped his hand after in what he hoped was polite manner.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 26, 2011 4:12:37 GMT -5
"Dallon!" Dallon smiled widely and shook his hand with more enthusiasm than Mikey had. "Which apartment are we taking your things to?"
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Post by William Beckett on Jul 26, 2011 5:18:49 GMT -5
"Um..." I glanced down at the paper before me. "Four. Yeah. That one. And thanks, man."
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Post by Mikey Way on Jul 26, 2011 10:35:00 GMT -5
Mikey gave a brisk nod. "Come on then," Mikey said dragging Dallon outside.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 26, 2011 10:42:25 GMT -5
Dallon let himself be drug to the van. "Micheal, you are embarrassing me!" He laughed quietly letting go to look at William for instructions.
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Post by William Beckett on Jul 27, 2011 0:28:32 GMT -5
William draped himself over the nearest chair- already hauled onto the sidewalk before he realized that moving it was way, way too much effort and no one was going to try and steal his crummy shit anyway.
"Just dump stuff wherever, I'll sort it out eventually. Oh, but be careful of the guitars- they're at the back somewhere. Especially the one in the solid case, she's a bit delicate."
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Post by Mikey Way on Jul 27, 2011 1:06:12 GMT -5
Mikey took off his hoodie and tied it around his waist. He started with the light things. Taking them up and carrying them into the vacant room. The boxes were unmarked so Mikey just sat them in the main room. He made a few trips before sitting on the curb with a beer from his apartment. He brought one for William as well.
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