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undergrounds2016-08-30 06:40 pm
loveconquersdinosaurs) wrote in undergrounds2016-08-30 06:40 pm
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[Closed to Jean-Claude] Backdated to late night after Harris's party
Thomas got home. He was alive. He was very grateful to be alive, a bit annoyed that his suit was ruined, and a bit terrified that it had taken so little time for the hunters to come to Islington after they were kicked out of the Night Council. It made him wonder if they'd been itching to do that the whole time.
He had to get the word out. He had to let the others know that they were being hunted. And, honestly, after what just happened...he mostly just wanted to talk to someone. The question was, whose number did he have? Well, there was always Guilty Pleasures. He knew who he could get there. And so he picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello? I need to speak to Jean-Claude."
He had to get the word out. He had to let the others know that they were being hunted. And, honestly, after what just happened...he mostly just wanted to talk to someone. The question was, whose number did he have? Well, there was always Guilty Pleasures. He knew who he could get there. And so he picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello? I need to speak to Jean-Claude."
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He, of course, was more than glad to share this information. He didn't much appreciate being hunted in the street. He also was certainly going to keep an eye out for anything else that Jean-Claude might need to know, should he run into any trouble in the nights to come. For now, however, he'd focus on tending to his leg.
"I'll call you if anything else comes up. Goodbye for now."
And as long as Jean-Claude didn't say anything that might indicate he had more to say, Thomas would hang up. After all, he wanted to have both hands free to examine his wounded leg some more.