(Accidental) Second

[akapeanut]

[This summer isn't really that much different from any other George has experienced. She's still dead, of course, and in Wonderland or whatever. But in the end all she's really doing is sitting out on the grass and reading, complete with floppy hat and sunglasses. She's maybe beginning to wonder what's so horrible about this place. Being a femme fatale wasn't so bad, after all, and things have been quiet since then...]






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[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Dave is out to enjoy the sun in long sleeves and pants. Yeah, total summer wear, but shit, this is like nothing compared to Texas summers. Granted, Houston doesn't get as hot as most areas of the state, but it was still pretty hot.

Oh, wait, there's someone out and about already.]

You look comfortable.

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[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[George glances up at the voice, and is not at all surprised to see a teenager standing there. This place has way too many teenagers.]

You don't. Aren't you hot?

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[No parental control, what's not to like?]

Nope. It's actually kinda nippy.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Cute. What's your name, blondie?

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Man, can't people come up with more original nicknames than blondie? Even the trolls come up with somethin' creative, if long-winded and goes sailin' over most peoples' heads.

It's Dave Strider. You?

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I just don't care enough. It's the curse of my generation.

[Page flip.] I'm George. Georgia Lass.