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[centurybaby]

[ the view is obscured by an exhale of cigarette smoke, until jenny lifts a hand to wave it away. the gesture is unremarkable, except it's irritable somehow. the camera is sitting on her bedside table, angled a bit carelessly, because when she moves away from it, she doesn't seem to care if her face shows or not-- but she's visible from the middle down, pacing and smoking. ]

Hey.

Has anyone seen Julian Keller?

[ another exhale of smoke. then she moves to sit on the cot. ]

He sent me something. So I just wanna know if anyone's fucking seen him or not.

[ she lifts a hand to run through her hair. it's getting long now. but she's quiet. quiet for a while. then irritably, she flicks her cigarette to floor and grinds it out. hard. ]

Happy fucking holidays.

[ then she turns the feed off. ]

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[waiting]

[ what does he say to that? "sorry, life sucks?" she already knows that. ]

Just 'cause a person's gone doesn't meant they're not with you.

[ as yoda-esque non-sequiturs go, he could have done better. ]

[centurybaby]

That's some cliche bullshit, Bradbury, and you know it.

[waiting]

That doesn't mean it can't be true.

[centurybaby]

It's not the same thing. When they're gone, they're gone.

[waiting]

I hear that depends what universe you come from.

[ ... Not a great time for shitty jokes, huh. ]

Seriously, though. If it were the other way around, what do you think he'd do?

[centurybaby]

Find me somehow. Dad always found a way.

[waiting]

[ Except the last time, he thinks. ]

He'd have to know to look for you first.

[centurybaby]

[ it's annoyed, when she answers: ]

Can we stop talking about my dad now?