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no_relation ([info]no_relation) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2012-11-06 00:23:00

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Reeling
It's been a few days since the police presence at the Brownstone, and there's been no word from the police, courts, or the Foundation yet. Jack more or less has been barricading himself in his room. With a keener awareness of the fact that he doesn't particularly need to sleep or use any other facilities, he saw no problem with this course of action. He's been in his costumed state the entire time. Eventually though, he gets hungry and pulls the furniture away from the door.

He pokes his head out of the door, looking up and down the hallway. He's not sure who he should expect to be waiting for his emergence, if anyone. He's equally unsure what he would say. He'll scurry up the wall and start heading to the kitchen via ceiling-crawl.


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