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[magicalpadawan]

[The camera focuses on Molly, who is looking at one of the derelict buildings somewhere near the clinic. It is not as bad as most of the buildings in Adstring, it looks like a home that was once very much loved, and has now been forgotten. Molly is quiet, in her own little world, unaware that the PCD is even on. She stares at the house for a long moment or two, then bites her lip and looks away.

She turns towards the general direction of the camera, and her face looks as though her heart's been broken, stomped on, and generally ripped into small pieces. Eventually she sees the PCD, notices the light running, and picks it up. When she finally says something, there is no trace of the turmoil on her face in her voice, only a slight waver.]

So. Who wants to point me towards an apartment or something?

Comments

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

No way ta tell whose Chicago it'd be even if ya did, huh?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's true.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[Gently.] Hey, home'll be there waitin' when this place gets around ta sendin' ya back.

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

I know, it's just -- been a long time. Might be even longer when I get back.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Sorry ta hear it. That's never easy.

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

I have a job to do. It's okay.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

Well - take care, Molly. Hope ya find someplace more permanent, huh?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too.