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{OOM: Take to the streets, but you can't ignore
That's the sound
That's the sound you're waiting for.}

-There is, rather suddenly, a speedster in the bar. And for a second, he considers going right out, but time will have stopped on the other side of his door and maybe a few minutes to regroup and figure out what the hell just happened isn't such a bad idea.

And thus, a speedster in one of the booths, absently tapping his fingers against the table. Catch him while you can, folks.

Tiny distracted tags: Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd, Jenny

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A flash of fear appears in her eyes. Jenny doesn't like this, she doesn't like that he's suddenly not talking to her again. They had gotten good at it, hadn't they?

"Bart?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure."

Sharply, "Bart."

Augh.

"I don't, okay? I don't know."

"Thought you could talk to me," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You had gotten good at talking to me."

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"I don't have anything to say, okay?"

"Something happened."

Like the dissappearence of that good mood she had.

"Otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this."

Srry about that, Chief.

HE HAS NOTHING TO SAY TO THAT.

"Well?"

"...I don't know, okay? It doesn't make sense and it might not mean anything and it might, but I don't know what and if it's bad I don't want to drag you into it, and I can't anyway even if I did want to."

HOW'S THAT FOR TALKING?

"But you're supposed to," she answers indignantly. "That's what this is about, isn't it? That's what the books say. That I'm supposed to help you as your girlfriend."

"You can't, always."

"Because you won't let me."

"There's nothing you can do."

Jenny stands from the table at that, hands on hips as she scowls. "Because you won't let me."

"Because there's nothing you can do."

"I'm a Generation 5000 soldier with centuries worth of militaristic knowledge in my head - not to mention a Time Lady in training - and you say there's nothing I can do?"

Anger getting the better of her, Jenny bangs her fist down on the table. It shakes as she continues to glower at him. A few seconds more and she turns on her heel towards the backdoor.

"Maybe I should just find a boyfriend who'll actually let me help," she mutters to herself, albeit loud enough for him to overhear. "And one that'll talk, too."

Edited 2009-01-14 01:36 (UTC)

...He opens his mouth to call something after her.

Then closes it, and with a frustrated growl towards the bar, speeds through his Door.

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