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  <title>Lee Jordan</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 22:58:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[complete]</title>
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  <description>*he was super comfortable and cozy -- that perfect place between perfect sleep and perfect morning -- and wanted to lie around in bed forever* * happily, he drifts awake, slowly, sighing contently when the body pressed next to him snuggles up closer, arm resting over his middle and head pillowed on his chest, and...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eyes fly open* *slowly, he lets his head fall to the side and realises who&apos;s actually snuggled up to him (naked at that!)* *softly* Angel mine? *oh man, oh man, this is...god, she feels good*</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 00:55:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>June 27: Brown Hotel, evening [complete]</title>
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  <description>*wednesdays are his nights off, so he&apos;s taken the opportunity to head out to the Brown&apos;s hotel to track down Angelina; his conversation with Leanne last night&apos;s been on his mind all day* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when there, he&apos;s directed towards Angelina&apos;s room, and knocks, determined to get to the bottom of this*</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 00:53:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>June 26: Lee&apos;s flat [complete]</title>
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  <description>Who: Lee and Leanne&lt;br /&gt;What: A discussion about Angie&lt;br /&gt;Where: Lee&apos;s flat&lt;br /&gt;When: June 26&lt;br /&gt;Why: Because they love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href=&quot;http://djslippyrec.livejournal.com/3948.html&quot;&gt;How&apos;s she been acting odd with you?&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 03:37:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>June 26: Lee&apos;s Flat [complete]</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*he was hanging out a bit before having to go to work, and by hanging out, that meant dabbling in a bit of mixing; he had an idea for a set he wanted to try out tonight, and so far, it was working well* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he&apos;s about to give it another go when there&apos;s a knock at the door* *slips his headphones around his neck and heads to the door, leaving the long cord trailing behind him* *opens, then beams* Leanne! Come on in, luv.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2007 23:11:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>*he&apos;s completely lost in the music -- he&apos;d been a lot more focused lately; part of him wonders if it&apos;s because without Angie around, it&apos;s quieter and easier to concentrate or whether he&apos;s trying to fill something he didn&apos;t or didn&apos;t want to accept needed filling* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at one point, he looks up to watch the dancers on the floor when he spots her* *at first, he&apos;s not sure it is her, but when she&apos;s given a happy welcome with hugs at the door, he knows it&apos;s her* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles, hoping to catch her eye*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 22:26:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>April 15: Lee&apos;s flat, early morning</title>
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  <description>*he pads down the hall from his bedroom to the kitchen, his pj bottoms riding low on his hips* *he walks by the hall clock, showing barely 8 o&apos;clock, and vaguely wonders how he can wake so early when his day job&apos;s essentially a night job* *the thought makes him yawn, and he rubs his face to help wake himself up* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in the kitchen, he pulls out the coffee decanter, starts some coffee -- decaf, natch -- and rummages for some breakfast; to most people, a weekend breakfast consists of crepes or eggs or bacon or all that kind of foods he loved but gave up a few years ago* *instead, he pulls out some granola and yogurt, and nods approvingly when he scores the last banana* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*once the coffee finishes percolating, he pours himself a cup, then leans on the counter* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he smiles when she walks up behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest as she places a kiss on the round of his shoulder* *he feels her skin on his back; looks over his shoulder at her, noting she&apos;d decided to not get dressed yet, thank god* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when she tugs him back towards his bedroom, he thinks he really fucking loves his job*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 21:47:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Owl Post</title>
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  <description>To: George Weasley&lt;br /&gt;From: Lee Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George of the Jungle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, mate. We should grab dinner or something sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope you like purple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Fred Weasley&lt;br /&gt;From: Lee Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred-Meister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday. If you ever want to grab some food together sometime, let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hope you like stripes.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 02:21:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>December 3: Angelina&apos;s flat, around lunchtime</title>
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  <description>*they&apos;d been avoiding each other pretty much like the plague lately, and he wasn&apos;t exactly sure &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; that was, except it drove him absolutely crazy to see her being mauled by strange men every night* *mostly, he hates this thing that&apos;s hanging between them, and decides to try and fix things a bit* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shows up at her door, carrying bags full of take away curry*</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2006 17:32:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>To: Angelina Johnson&lt;br /&gt;From: Lee Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m still not speaking to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I&apos;m sticking my tongue out at you, too. So, nyah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lee</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 01:42:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>October 28: Flint Castle, Party Time! [complete]</title>
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  <description>Who: Lee and Terence&lt;br /&gt;What: Neo vs. Agent Smith&lt;br /&gt;When: October 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href=&quot;http://djslippyrec.livejournal.com/1983.html&quot;&gt;MR ANDERSON.&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who: Lee and Alicia&lt;br /&gt;What: Seamus&apos; birthday party&lt;br /&gt;When: October 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href=&quot;http://djslippyrec.livejournal.com/1737.html&quot;&gt;Sounded like it was the grabby bit you didn&apos;t like too much.&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 02:48:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>October 28: Flint Castle, Party Time! [complete]</title>
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  <description>*he&apos;s taking a short break from spinning -- there&apos;s a whole set pre-programmed, so the dancing won&apos;t stop -- and decides to take a whirl by the bar, because clearly, he can&apos;t pass up free alcohol* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*as he threads himself through the crowd of people, he sees him -- he has to squint to even make sure, because christ, it&apos;s uncanny, but yes -- it looks like him* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*approaches, raising his fake gun* *with slow, deep and low diction* MR ANDERSON.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 01:44:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>October 28: Flint Castle, Party Time! [complete]</title>
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  <description>*spots Alicia across the room, and with a grin, approaches her dramatically, pointing a very fake looking gun* *very slow, exaggerated deep voice* Miss Spinnet.  Never send a human to do a machine&apos;s job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirks and laughs at himself* I&apos;ve been doing that to people all night. It&apos;s been brilliant.  *looks down at his Agent Smith costume*</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 00:47:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>October 23: Lee&apos;s Flat, evening [complete]</title>
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  <description>*he&apos;d spent the day at the market, picking up ingredients for the dinner he was planning for Angie -- he wanted everything to be nice since it&apos;s her birthday, and the whole being unemployed bit -- and then spent the early part of the evening making said dinner (he even made her a chicken dish to compliment all the vegetarian ones -- no tofu in sight)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the flat&apos;s very organised and tidy, if somewhat on the smallish side; still, he liked the location near the club and it suited his needs well* *he&apos;s jus finishing up the last touches on the fry up, and checks the rice*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Oct 2006 00:28:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>October 05: Pub near Angelina&apos;s flat, evening [complete]</title>
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  <description>*he&apos;d been on the the telephone all day with the shipping company to make sure all his belongings would arrive in one piece (yet alone arrive at all -- at this point, he wondered if he&apos;d ever see his turntable again), so he was entirely ready to spend some down time with Angelina; of course, he&apos;d relax even more if he had a job, but one problem at a time* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks in to the pub, and scans the room for Angie; he grins when he sees her already sitting at a table, with some pints* *heads over* Angie! Woman of my dreams! *fondly, drops a kiss to her cheek* You look ravishing. Tell me you&apos;re available. I&apos;ll duel whoever I have to for you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 02:50:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>October 3: St. Mungo&apos;s, afternoon [complete]</title>
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  <description>*he&apos;d been flat hunting all morning, and he&apos;d happily found one just minutes ago -- he&apos;d be able to move in by the end of the week, thankfully (especially since his Mum&apos;s already driving him nutters)* *content to have that elephant off his back, he decides to head over to St. Mungo&apos;s; he&apos;s not sure if it&apos;s even visitor&apos;s hours or not, but fuck &apos;em -- he&apos;s going anyway*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at the hospital, he stops off in the little gift shop, wincing and making faces at the stock they carried -- tacky was definitely a word much more generous than he really wanted to use -- but he found a few t-shirts he could work with, and by work with, he meant get rid of the tacky kittens and puppies and replace with something awesome* *with a wave of his wand, he  redesigns the t-shirts to read: &quot;Digitally Remastered&quot;, &quot;Eager Beaver&quot;, and (his personal favourite) &quot;I&apos;m lost, I&apos;ve gone to look for myself, so if I get back before I return, Please ask me to wait.&quot;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heads off to ward 49, and is pointed towards Katie&apos;s room* *with a grin, knocks on her door and pokes his head inside the room* Oi. I heard there was this sexy redhead lounging about over here. Thought, I&apos;d come by and check her out.</description>
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