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Dec 15, 2008 13:03

Serena couldn't listen to another minute of it, the bickering and the tale-bearing. Wrenching free of the scene, she took off down the hall. Things came to her in bits and pieces: she had to get away, she couldn't listen to them. It was a good thing she hadn't taken off her coat, that she still had her scarf. Dan and Blair. If it had been more than ( Read more... )

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renegade_reaper December 16 2008, 02:25:15 UTC
Beat'd been jus' hangin' out, really. He wasn't a real big fan of the snow, an' he found himself havin' less to do because of it. He was almost glad for the break when the door was knocked on, an' it didn't take him long to head over an' go see who it was.

"Hey," he said, not surprised at all to see it. 'Course, then he noticed how she was lookin', an' it didn't take long at all for him to look worried. "Somethin' wrong?"

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turnthebadinme December 16 2008, 02:42:02 UTC
The answer sounded bad even to her. Rather than explain just yet, Serena just walked in and leaned her head against his shoulder. Not yet ready to drop her grip on herself, so restless it was nearly an ache, she still felt the need to be close to him. Somehow Beat always seemed to calm her when she needed it. "Can I stay here?" she asked, closing her eyes. "Just - I can't deal with Blair right now. Please?"

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renegade_reaper December 16 2008, 03:19:11 UTC
Beat was a little startled, if only 'cause it wasn't real often he'd seen her like she was. He eased his arms 'round her as soon as she was close, if only to give her some kinda comfort.

"Told you, you're always welcome here," he said. He'd deal with what happened after she calmed down. "Long as you want. Come sit down with me, aight?"

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turnthebadinme December 16 2008, 03:57:32 UTC
Serena nodded, already more at peace as she pulled back enough to walk over and sit. She didn't want to think about it anymore, and focusing on him made that a little easier to do. Brushing her hair back over her shoulder, she tugged at the hem of her skirt.

"Thank you," she murmured, glancing over. "I'm sorry, I'm fine, I just -" She pressed her palm to her forehead a moment, closing her eyes tight and giving a quick shake of her head. "I don't know. I don't know what to think. Everybody was fighting and I couldn't take it."

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