Who: ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
iknowthings - Robert Downey Jr, in_flames - Bob Bryar
Where: Downey Enterprises
When: November 17th, 2008
( You didn't punch me out. )
Who: weather_girl - America Ferrera, in_flames - Bob Bryar
Where: America's apartment
When: Immediately after this.
He can't even hold his phone; Bob's hands shake and burn into the plastic of his sidekick. He feels feverish and sweaty, which is odd because he never feels either of those things, and the only thing he can think of is to go to Mer's apartment, leaning against the door frame as he knocks. ( Mer. Mer, lemme in. Please. )
Who: weather_girl - America Ferrera and in_flames - Bob Bryar
Where: America's apartment
When: A couple of days before this.
( What's with the candles, babe? Trying to conserve power? )
Who: weather_girl - America Ferrera, in_flames Bob Bryar
Where: Bob's apartment
When: Current
( You're totally hired )
iknowthingsFrom: Bob <bcbryar@gmail.com>
To: Robert Downey <downey@downeyenterprises.com>
Subject: none
( I'd email you my balls as proof. )
Who: weather_girl - America Ferrera and in_flames - Bob Bryar
Where: America's apartment
When: October 2nd, immediately following Patrick fixing Bob's hands.
( Hell hath no fury like a pissed-off-Latina-girlfriend )
Who: iknowthings - Robert Downey Jr and in_flames - Bob Bryar
Where: Downey Enterprises
When: October 2nd
( What'd you do? What happened? And *why* the fuck didn't you tell me? )
Who: weather_girl - America Ferrera and in_flames - Bob Bryar
Where: Bob's apartment
When: Current; Roughly 2 weeks after this
( There's a sense of unreality, like everything around her is moving in slow motion...herself the slowest of all. )
Who: pwrinfinite - Milo Ventimiglia and in_flames - Bob Bryar
Where: Bob's apartment
When: After Jessica "comes out" to Bob, here.
Bob's still trying to process the fact that his cat isn't really a cat. And that he's not going to get her back, Robert made that very clear, as if Jessica's some sort of possession, rather than a living thing. Fuckin' Robert Downey Jr. At least he's still got Boris, who's discovered he likes climbing up the side of the couch to divebomb Bob's head while he slouches, feet up on the coffeetable, beer sweating easily on a coaster, watching Hostel. Again. So gross. But so awesome.
Milo had his little moment last night. He's still a little tired from it; hell, he hadn't used that much power before. And it also gave him a clear head. He's finally going to figure out where Jessica is. Three weeks, and not a sign of her, not a peep, and he misses his friend. Yeah, he'd become attached from two meetings, silly he knows, standing in the park looking at the painting. Milo sighs, putting his hands in his pockets and heading for the apartment complex he had seen her disappear into from time to time. As he walks up the steps he noticed the button pad with the little names on it and paused. That means he would have to ring the bell and wait. As he scans the list of names he pauses, it was Bob, he thought, so he hit the button that says "BC Bryar", buzzing the door and waiting.
( Let's just say I pack a punch. )
Who: weather_girl - America Ferrera and in_flames, Bob Bryar
Where: America's apartment
When: Current
( It's early. Really early. Like, ungodly early. )
To: "Cupcake" Downey@downeyenterprises.com
From: "Shaggy" bcbryar@gmail.com
Subject: The shit that happens
Date: A few hours after this.
( Exterminated, like they're pestilence. )
Who: iknowthings - Robert Downey Jr, famineinyrheart - Jessica Stam, and in_flames - Bob Bryar
Where: Persephone
When: September 2nd, 2008
( This is Jessica. You've met, actually. )
To: Downey@downeyenterprises.com
From: bcbryar@gmail.com
Subject: Algernon
Mr Downey
Where's my cat?
Bob
ps, thanks for dinner, it was really awesome. give america a raise because she's beautiful.
Who: weather_girl - America Ferrera, iknowthings - Robert Downey Jr, notsoevilgenius - Billy Zane and in_flames - Bryar
Where: Persephone
When: Slightly backdated; Happens pretty soon after this
( I look like a fat kid going to prom )
Who: Bob and slithermyway, Gerard Way
Where: Bob's apartment
When: After this and before this.
Bob has seriously stared at the phone long enough; long enough that Algernon's rubbing around his ankles vying for his attention. After the email he'd received back from Gerard, maybe it's about fucking time he actually called him and did something about this whole America-Robert-Bob weirdness. He needs a suit, he needs a haircut, he needs some fucking advice on how not to look like an idiot and ruin Mer's career. Okay, fuck this. Instead of using his phone, Bob pulls out his sidekick, grabs a beer from the fridge, and flops back on the couch to dial Gerard's number.
( A hedgehog in a tie. )
Who: in_flames, Bob Bryar and weather_girl, America Ferrera
When: A couple of days after Robert's building is damaged.
Where: Robert Downey Jr's office, sort of.
When they won't let him in, he calls America's desk from his sidekick. "Hey, Mer? It's, uh. It's me. Bob, I mean. I just- I wanted to see if you wanted to grab a burger or something, but they won't let me in." And no wonder, the place is looking a little bit... renovated. "I'm across the street at Starbucks..." This time, it's his turn to feel awkward and a little nervous, but judging from the result of the last time something like this happened, maybe he should be feeling anticipatory, instead. At least (hopefully, maybe) this dinner-date won't end up with Bob in a suit, sitting across from Mer's boss, trying a) to keep his hands to himself and b) trying to act like he's got some kind of class at all.
( Retarded and Overprotective. )
slithermyway, Gerard Way[sent immediately after this.]
From: BCBryar@gmail.com
To: "Lizard King" [gway@skeletoncrewonline.com]
Subject: I AM GOING TO DIE.
GEEWAY THERE IS A GIRL. AND I HAVE A DATE WITH ROBERT DOWNEY JR. I REALLY LIKE HER. I NEED YOU TO MAKE ME NOT LOOK LIKE A SLOB. UNDORKIFY ME. I NEED TO IMPRESS HIM. HAAAALP.
love,
Bob
Who: Bob and weather_girl, America Ferrera
Where: Bob's apartment
When: Happens a couple of days after this
Okay. She's put this off as long as she figures she safely can before Robert takes things into his own hands. The thought alone makes her shudder. So, this is why America's at Bob's door with a package of Mama's tamales and a box of cat treats - she's hoping it'll soften him up so he won't be too pissed. A deep breath and she's knocking, for the briefest of moments hoping he's not home...which has her rolling her eyes at her own cowardice.
( I tried to talk him out of it! )
Who: Bob and America
Where: Bob's apartment
When: Current-ish, happens after this
( I made lightning and nearly killed my boss )
Who: Bob, Gerard, Frank
Where: Bob's place
When: Backdated to early February
Bob's not doing much more than dicking around on the sound editing software on his computer when his buzzer, well, buzzes. "Yo." Algernon makes a little meeping noise from the inside of Bob's hoodie, and he pets her head, leaning over his monitor to press the "listen" button.
"It's Frank. I got company. Let us up, you shithead." He's got his arm around Gerard, who's barely conscious, and he's more than worried. He's scared. He's fucking terrified. When the door opens, he tugs Gerard in, onto the elevator (oh sweet, blessed elevator, better than the stairs at Frank's place), and up to the seventh floor, where as soon as the doors open, Frank can feel the heat from Bob's apartment. "C'mon. We're almost there. You're gonna like Bob, I promise. He's weird - I guess, like we are - and his place is always warm." It's the only way Frank can apologize without actually coming out and saying I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry I brought you here, and now you're dying.
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