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J Daniel Atlas ([personal profile] first_rule) wrote in [community profile] now_you_dont2015-03-06 01:09 am

Let's get down to business

If Daniel had thought the last year had been a whirlwind, it was nothing like all that changed the moment they stood before Dylan in the park. A lifetime of hardwork, a year of risking prison and failure, and now he had come to the pinnacle of all he had ever wanted.

And it wasn't even close to over yet. Packing wasn't hard, and leaving behind his life had already been done. They had no idea where they were going, or what was coming next.

He did know that McKinney didn't stop making whatever sound that was at the ungodly hour of not even four in the morning, and he was about ready to scream if the coffee maker didn't go faster.
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[personal profile] the_highpriestess 2015-03-06 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Henley, taking a break from packing herself -- really, there wasn't much to pack, their life on the road over the course of the last few months, but she wanted to make sure they had everything, nothing left behind where ever they were headed for fear that they would never see it again and need it later -- wandered into the kitchen to check on the progress of the coffee. It wasn't done, unfortunately, and more so, Daniel looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Typical, but ...

"It's not gonna go any faster if you keep staring at it, Danny."
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[personal profile] personalcorkscrew 2015-03-08 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Humming. It's humming, Daniel, and he wasn't even doing it that loudly. Besides what exactly do you have against the wonderfulness that is smooth jazz?

He's just efficiently packing up the clothes he has and the toiletries. Trying to make sure that he's not leaving any obvious traces of himself behind.

Though he'll be pleased when the coffee maker finishes and Daniel stops projecting irritation everywhere he looks.
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[personal profile] the_death_card 2015-03-22 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Daniel, you're surrounded by morning people. Jack's been up for a while, now, and out on the balcony. He's likely the most excited to get out of here, considering he's been stuck in the suite with that whole "supposed to have died in a fiery crash" thing going on.

"Not sure mentalism works on the coffee maker," he offers helpfully, as he comes back inside, kicking the door closed behind him.