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[jammingwith]

[Here we see Edward sleeping peacefully in her new bed in her new home at 951 Beulah Street. As morning dawns, she wakes up, and yawns, very cat-like, stretching and wriggling around in her bed. It's at this point she reaches out and knocks the phone on her bedside table off the hook.

At first, she doesn't notice that she's in a completely new place.

Then, she starts to notice. But she takes a while to wake up, so it doesn't really compute.

And finally it hits her. She sits up quickly, looks around, and GASPS.]

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

[She leaps out of bed and notices that she's actually wearing a nightgown, which confuses her further.]

WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?

[Ed just starts looking around the room, under the bed, in every nook and cranny she can find, opening drawers, shuffling through clothes and generally making a mess of things as she looks around. It looks like she's looking for something in particular, but she's not, really, she's just looking.]

WHERE IS EDWARD? WHAT IS GOING OOOOOOOOOOOON?

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whoops ignore the post with the horrendous spelling

[legberjack.livejournal.com]

[lost irony is lost]

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU'RE THE ONE WAKING THE NEIGHBORHOOD, YOU TWAT

ignoring!

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[THIS IS NOT HELPING HER SITUATION]

STOP YELLING AT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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[legberjack.livejournal.com]

[WHO CARES, I'M AN ANTAGONIST]

YOU STARTED IT

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[legberjack.livejournal.com]

...

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[legberjack.livejournal.com]

...Nice nightie, lady.

Maybe Mayfield ain't so bad.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Oh man now you're really pissing her off. She glaaaaaaaaaaares and picks up the lamp from her bedside table, ripping the socket out of the wall.]

GO AWAY.

[legberjack.livejournal.com]

OI, LADY! You're the one hangin' her junk out the window!

Speakin' of, they got a name?!

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STARTED SHOUTING THROUGH THE WINDOW!

[She brandishes the lamp. She's not afraid to use it.]

[legberjack.livejournal.com]

[Pfft try me, lady, I spent my life fighting dudes who turn into guillotines]

YEAH WELL I WAS HERE FIRST

I GOT SENIORITY IN THIS SHITTY TOWN

[Well, a day more of seniority, but you don't have to know that.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[She's a self-made bounty hunter. She probably couldn't kick your ass, but she'd put a pretty damn good fight.]

DON'T CARE DON'T CARE GET OUT OF MY WINDOW.

[legberjack.livejournal.com]

[P. emasculated right now anyway, lacking abilities and powers and all.]

Oi, you're the one gonna get the indecency charge, you know?!

WELCOME TO THE FIFTIES, LADY.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[bwahaha maybe she has a chance then 8D btw this is the best conversation ever]

NO. I AM DOING NOTHING WRONG. I AM STANDING IN THIS ROOM. YOU ARE STANDING OUTSIDE STARING AT ME.

[legberjack.livejournal.com]

[brilliant tard battle gooooo]

NO, FUCK YOU, YOU WOKE ME UP.

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING BORN WITH TITS

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey there's a shade. This problem could be solved really easily. She leaps forward and pulls the shades so that he can no longer see her and she can't see him. SO THERE.]

GO AWAY.

[legberjack.livejournal.com]

[Well that isn't any fun, how is he supposed to get under-aged jollies now?]

Giving up, eh?

Good girl.

[Aaand back off to the house, VICTORIOUS only not rly. Time to hit the liquor cabinet and pass out again, as a productive and contributing member of society.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, finally. Now to get back to scouting out the room.]