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Room 508 - Saturday Morning

Jan 19, 2008 08:03

Having slept alone in a bed for the past three years Private Dick Simmons was well aware of his bed partner the instant he woke up. He turned over (which was hard, considering he was fully armored for some reason) and looked at the person next to him. Girl. The girl next to him. Oh god ( Read more... )

not!annette, of a latino persuasion, au weekend, 508

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misshargrove January 19 2008, 13:23:26 UTC

June Carter blinked her eyes open, instantly aware that she should be in her bed alone. Fear struck her dumb when she looked at who was talking to her and she couldn't move. "I'm dreamin' ain't I?" she whispered in a very twangy southern accent. "If I'm dreamin' then I'm tellin' you I ain't your sister or this Tex, and please don't abduct me."

surferboy_09er January 19 2008, 13:30:25 UTC

"Oh, sick! Sister's not my sister," Simmons said. "Wait, what? If you're not them then who the hell are you? And where the hell am I?"

The southern accent threw him into a panic because the only person he knew with an accent like that was Sarge and if this chick was Sarge's daughter then he was a dead man.

misshargrove January 19 2008, 13:39:45 UTC

"I ain't sick either!" June nearly shouted because she was damn flustered. This dream was seeming all too real. She sat up, pulling up the covers with her. "I'm June Carter and I'm thinkin' you hijacked my bed with your scary self!"

surferboy_09er January 19 2008, 13:55:02 UTC

"I didn't mean to!" Simmons flailed, practically rolling out of bed. He was pretty flustered himself. "I'm not scary! I'm Private Dick Simmons of the US Army."

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