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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Sept 26, 2012 15:52:22 GMT -6
Jordan looked over at him, getting up and moving towards where he was sitting. "Sure."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Sept 26, 2012 16:00:37 GMT -6
Kenneth moved over a bit so he would have room, reaching up to rub his nose behind his nose ring. He picked up another piece, putting it into place.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Sept 26, 2012 16:23:21 GMT -6
Jordan looked through the pieces quietly, picking one up and fitting it in where it belonged.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Sept 26, 2012 16:26:49 GMT -6
Kenneth reached over, gently putting his hand on Jordan's knee. He picked out a piece that he'd though had fit, and put it back in the pile, searching for the piece he needed.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Sept 26, 2012 16:34:52 GMT -6
Jordan covered his hand lightly, sorting through the pile on the floor. He reached up to push his hair out of his face beforechecking to see if a certain piece fit.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Sept 26, 2012 16:38:04 GMT -6
Kenneth reached down, picking up a piece to put in the hole he'd made. He put it back when he realized it didn't fit, gently pushing pieces aside to look. "What you want for lunch?" Knox asked, going through the carry out menus.
"I don't care." Kenneth said quietly.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Sept 26, 2012 17:08:56 GMT -6
Jordan shrugged. "Whatever wirks," He huffed softly, spreading a few similar pieces out to look at.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Sept 26, 2012 17:13:13 GMT -6
Knox mumbled to himself. "Fine, we'll just have barbeque." He said finally, and Kenneth shrugged, rubbing at his eyes.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Sept 26, 2012 17:20:14 GMT -6
Jordan stretched his legs out carefully, getting up to go get something to drink. He returned to his kitchen and his snooping around as he grabbed a bottle of water. It was a bus, there weren't a lot of places to hide things.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Sept 26, 2012 17:25:50 GMT -6
"It takes two seconds to grab a bottle of water, Jordan. Get out of the kitchen." Knoxville called. Kenneth looked up, barely realizing he had left. He looked back down, gently pushing another matching piece into Jordan's pile.
"Can you grab me a soda, please?" Kenneth asked, looking back at Jordan.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Sept 26, 2012 17:29:05 GMT -6
Jordan bit his lip guiltily, eyeing Knox warily. Why would he care unless it was here? He shrugged it off for the moment, grabbing a soda for Kenneth and slinking back tiwards him again.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Sept 26, 2012 17:32:49 GMT -6
Kenneth took it from him with a quiet thanks, popping the tab on it. He took a sip out of it, listening to Knoxville call in their order. "He's probably got it in the safe with the pain medicine.. And all of our medical papers." Kenneth mumbled, looking over at Jordan. There was never any telling where the safe was. And even if they did find it, he was sure Knoxville had fifteen locks on it.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Sept 26, 2012 17:34:44 GMT -6
Jordan shrugged indifferently. If anything he was agitated that just the thought of being on pills was enough to have him wanting them. He rubbed at an eye, twisting the cap off his water.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Sept 26, 2012 17:39:10 GMT -6
Kenneth ducked as Knoxville came over, plucking him in the head. "Ow, you fucking prick." He muttered, groaning as Knoxville wrestled him to the floor, pinning him face down. "Get off, you fat fuck!" Kenneth complained.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Sept 26, 2012 18:06:21 GMT -6
Jordan backed off some, watching them from where he was still seated near the puzzle. "Leave him alone," He complained, kicking Knox in the leg.
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