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Post by Roger Davis on Mar 6, 2006 0:55:14 GMT -5
Roger slumped onto the couch, his acoustic guitar in his hands. He began to pluck at it tentatively. This was his way of relaxing. His way of being introspective. Some people wrote in diaries, Roger wrote on staff paper and with chord progressions.
Roger's fingers slid down the nylon strings as he hummed softly to himself.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 16, 2006 11:34:11 GMT -5
Angel walked up to the door of the loft where two of her best friends lived. She was currently dressed in a fashionable mini-skirt, similar to what Mimi might wear, and a tight white shirt. When she reached the door, she knocked on it, hoping that Mark would be home.
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Post by Roger Davis on Mar 16, 2006 15:07:57 GMT -5
Roger was startled out of his zone by a knock on the door. It wasn't Mark, Mark would just let himself in. Mimi wouldn't bother to knock even if she did use the front door, which she normally did not. Roger stood up, depositing his guitar on the couch he had just vacated and opened the door.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 17, 2006 18:34:37 GMT -5
"Hey Roger, is Mark here, I have something to talk to him about." Angel walked in the door when Roger opened the door with a confused look on his face.
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Post by Roger Davis on Mar 18, 2006 1:01:57 GMT -5
"I-uh...he's not here," Roger replied. "Why? What'cha need?"
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 19, 2006 20:07:07 GMT -5
"Nothing really, I just had an idea for a new documentary." She informed him as she sat on the couch, "is it okay if I wait here for him, or is he going to be gone for too long?"
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Post by Roger Davis on Mar 19, 2006 22:56:15 GMT -5
Roger shrugged.
"Come on in."
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Post by Angel Schunard on Apr 1, 2006 1:27:34 GMT -5
"Thanx," Angel said, putting her handbag on the couch next to her,"so what are you doing?"
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Post by Roger Davis on Apr 1, 2006 11:16:02 GMT -5
"Nothing of any importance," Roger replied with a bit of a smile.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Apr 3, 2006 16:19:54 GMT -5
"That sounds......fun." Angel said, feeling a little out of place now, since she had never really gotten to know Roger all that well, besides the normal meetings of the whole group for dinner at the Life Cafe.
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