Slick Music

[conathon.livejournal.com]

After getting kicked out of Deb's place forever, omg! Sawyer wanders through the dorms, he hasn't seen Paige in a while but wouldn't mind any other willing female attention.

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[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thank God," she breathes. "You can see them, I'm not crazy." She sits down on the floor, hard, and puts her head in her hands. "Look, I can't touch any of them. If I do... I'm afraid what will happen."

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*sits next to the girl and puts a tentative hand on her shoulder*

Nah, you ain't crazy. Why, um, why are you so afraid of 'em? And if ya tell me how to get rid of 'em, I sure will take care of that for ya!

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

"Rube," she gasps, unable to catch her breath. "He-he gives me Post-Its, and th-they tell me who I'm su-supposed to reap." She rocks a little, back and forth. "And they're everywhere. If this is a joke, I swear to god--"

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*tries to think quickly because he really has no idea what she's talking about*

Well, alright, so you don't wanna touch 'em? And, uh, you said there's some guy who usually gives these things to ya? You think maybe he put them around? And, uh, you know, if he didn't, then maybe it is someone's idea of a joke? A bad one, but...

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George squeezes her eyes shut and swallows. "I think... I think I'm going to be sick." She looks at him and tries to smile. "Thanks for being so nice to me. I'm just going to go back to my room now and try to relax. In the dark. So even if they're there, I can't see them."

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*offers her a reassuring smile*

Are ya sure about that? Maybe we should go to the clinic to get you something to help you sleep or somethin'? If you just wanna go back to your room, at least let me walk ya. I have occasionally been called somethin' like a gentleman...*grins*