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[thenormalsquint]

Cinna is no longer in the City.

Passione will be closed until further notice.


[ooc: Shortest post I've ever written, I think, for obvious reasons lol Can't deal, won't deal, don't wanna deal is her motto. Action is totally cool if anybody wants to drag her out of the bathtub where she is soaking her sorrows away right now.]

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[hexuality]

What?

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[thenormalsquint]

He's gone.

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[hexuality]

[She doesn't know why she never thought he'd leave. But she did and he has and she feels rather sick about it.]

Angela, I'm so sorry.

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[thenormalsquint]

[Silly Angela didn't expect it too. After all, she left only to come back and here he was, still here, even after everybody else from Panem went home. She fooled herself into thinking they had a bit more time than just only a month.]

Me too.

[Because she has the strong feeling that now that he's back at home, he's not happy and something terrible will happen. Angela just knows.]

He left something for you. A letter.

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[hexuality]

[She does, too. She never got the full story from Finnick or Cinna about Panem, but she gets feelings and it reminded her of home and she doesn't want to think on it any more than she has to. And then— ]

A letter? [Oh, Merlin, she doesn't do well with goodbyes.] I'll send Sir Weatherby along to pick it up. Unless you'd like some company?

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[thenormalsquint]

I'm a mess right now.

[She can't lie to Ginny. Everybody else, sure, maybe, but Ginny, no. Not after all those times she rode Ginny about her own emotions.]

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[mintjulep]

[ Don't ask how he got your address, Angela. It probably involved medical records (which is CREEPY, McCoy).

He'll knock and wait for a few minutes. If she doesn't answer, he's letting himself in. ]

[valentineluke]

If you need assistance with any of it, don't hesitant to call on me.

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May have to call an investors meeting. Unlike myself, the others - Mr. Stark especially - will need informing.

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[thenormalsquint]

I'll honestly have to deal with that later. I can't do that right now.

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[valentineluke]

Understandable.

If any of them do broach the subject before then, just wave them off with a vague meeting date.

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[thenormalsquint]

[She doesn't hear the knock, even with the bathroom door wide open, but the dogs do and off they go running like the wind down the hall to the door. Finnick, for all he's worth, is barking as loud as he can. Angela bets he thinks Cinna is back, but the thought just makes her cry again because Cinna wouldn't knock, goddamn it. It's somebody else. Somebody else she really doesn't want to see right now, so she stays in the bathtub, head against the wall, eyes closed, though the tears still come.]

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[thenormalsquint]

If any of them broach the subject today, they really need a reality check.

[She's pretty bitey today, more so than usual, but it's understandable. Hopefully.]

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[mintjulep]

[ Oh. Dogs. McCoy is really hoping they aren't large dogs, especially since he didn't think about dogs and didn't bring anything to try and buy them off with. He'll just try the door and, if it's unlocked, hopefully not get bitten. ]

[orangetoughguy]

Hey. You want anything?

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[boutant]

i'm so sorry

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[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

[Listen, this kid? She never shows concern for people she doesn't know. No fucks given, all that. But Angela sounds upset so there's a small kid looking at you with concern and a bit of worry.]

I'm sorry your friend left.

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[thenormalsquint]

[Sorry, they are large dogs, but Biscuit and Finnick are the worst guard dogs ever. Even without snacks, a good scratch behind the ears will placate both of them enough to let anybody break in. They're really only good for company and keeping most of the ticking away.

Most. Not all. Angela's not looking forward to that again.

And yes, the door is open. She's been distracted, okay?]

[thenormalsquint]

Him back.

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[thenormalsquint]

me too.

[Not what she would usually say at a time like this but she knows what Cinna's going back to: nothing.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Sorry, Mindy. She is sticking to text for her own good.]

Thank you.

[She would say he was more than a friend, but it's too much to think about.]

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[boutant]

if you need to get out for a while, i'm always available

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[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

[Mindy can roll with that.]

You're welcome.

[orangetoughguy]

I'll give you my best but I got no time guarantees. You want anything I can grab in five minutes? I got movies.

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[mintjulep]

[ Well, that's okay, then. He'll let the both of them sniff him (he smells like Pink's cat and hospital) before scritching the both of them and telling them what good dogs they are. ]

C'mon, let's find Angela, huh?

[ Time to look. ]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Biscuit spends a little more time sniffing Bones than she should--Cat? Do I smell that? Yes! Smells like Mommy too! But no food?--while Finnick moves away from this stranger who turns out not to be Cinna. He goes to lie on his bed in the corner, looking sad as ever, if dogs can be sad.

Angela is human and can and is sad. Depressed and ripped apart on the inside. But the male voice she hears makes her jump up, splashing water everywhere because it's not one she instantly recognizes. Her device is clutched in her hand and dry and she's dialing the City cops already.

Not today, burglar. Please, just not today. Come back tomorrow.]