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boarding house: room five
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boarding house: room five
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boarding house: room five
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boarding house: room five
Day 16 - Early Afternoon
She doesn't feel like laughing, though. ]
ahhh!!
Got anymore peas of wisdom, asshole, or are we going to go straight to breaking windows again? [ he will regret this a little, claire, when he realizes it isn't their executioner on the other end. ]
no subject
... sorry.
[ Followed by a click.
She hung up. ]
day 17? lmk if this works!
five, to his credit, resists the urge to chuck the receiver into their wall, and instead settles for slamming it back as he realizes his error.
claire.
he leaves the room for enough time to go check her room - but everything is entirely gone. missing, like she up and left. at the peak of his irritation - that energy that he doesn't know where to shove, that need to be doing something mixed with the bone deep exhaustion and he nearly leaves to go looking until klaus pulls him back into their room and five stays put only to appease the brother than buried him.
day 17, he can't take it anymore. can't take sticking to one place and tells klaus he will be back soon, leaves little room for argument in the blink of a second and he's sorry about that, but there's tabs he needs to check.
one of which happens to be in the form of the reckless blonde he catches sight of down the street, near a house just like the rest. he's already heard from doc of her being amongst the unfortunate sweep. makes sense she looks like a ghost.
he blinks to close their distance, before calling out: ] Claire.
no subject
She still looks rough, her eyes a distant and unfocused. Her hands are buried deep in her jacket pockets. ]
Hey, old man.