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[pen taps after he's finished doodling all over the place; then a pause and a recorded gasp as he realizes he's been sitting in a completely different room for the past 10 minutes] ... Holy crap. Where the hell am I?! [sound of hurried footsteps as he goes to look outside his window]

((ooc: I'm back! In time for this plot :D Also, these lovely doodles were made by my boo Emmy ♥ Also I forgot that the plot began at midnight LMAO))

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What?! [DOES NOT LIKE THAT] Do we still have losses?

... I hate all of you.

I... guess? It's hard to tell right off the bat.

Where are you?

No. No, anything but this. I hate being normal.

In some crappy apartment.

Normal isn't that bad. [HAS TRIED FOR YEARS] If it helps, it should only be like a week.

... like, the ghetto?

How am I supposed to make it up a flight of stairs, Claire? It's not fair...

It's just a crappy area. It's not that bad, just... I could be living in a trailer again, I guess. This is fine.

I'm a bartender.

Elevators and escalators.

Go find someone to live with. I'm sure someone will be willing to take you in.

Oh. That's not too bad.

You make it sound so easy.

I'm not accepting help from you rich folk. What are you, anyway? An heiress? A model?

Be a man, Kyle. Suck it up.

[doesn't want to say, wants to destroy all the horrible demos she's been finding] No...

What is it?

It's stupid.

Is it... embarrassing?

Nnnyes.

[draws a puppy with huge eyes. Its body is missing] Pleeeaaase?

... you can't continue to hate me.

[she hits play on the nearby CD player.... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eZX7JsopHU)]

[okay, not even half way into the song, and Kyle's already like laughing really loud and the laughter fades because he's walking away from the journal. HE HAS TO GET AWAY FROM IT, HE'S LIKE SERIOUSLY ON THE VERGE OF TEARS.]

[STOPS IT, rolling her eyes as she listens to him crack up. Then, loudly, so he can hear her:]

ARE YOU DONE YET?

[he's slapping his knee, Claire. And still laughing] OH MY AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAA GODGOD OW AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

KYLE. SERIOUSLY. IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY.

[there's like a minute pause of silence after the laughter dies down. And then a flush... 'cuz Kyle just peed.

Anyway, he comes back to the journal, taking a seat, sighing.] Ohman. That was the best.

[......................................]

My house is nicer than yours.

Yeah, but you're a teeny bopper princess pop star. And I'm a badass bartender.

I could buy you and your dingy little bar.

What? This? You can't have this, Claire. It's priceless. This is priceless. [is like running his hands over his chest as he says 'this']

You can have the bar. I'd love to see you perform on stage there, too. [wait... that sounds creepy since it's a strip club. OH WELL SHE KNOWS WHAT HE MEANS]

Are you running your hands over your chest? [CAN GUESS]

Sorry. I'm booked all week. I have to memorize a set list and shoot a music video.

No...

... A music video?