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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2008 16:57:52 GMT -5
Need to buy some flowers for a special someone? Want to a place to sell some papes guaranteed to be busy?
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Jul 24, 2008 22:48:47 GMT -5
Evie had finally gotten things taken care of, acting out wouldn't solve a thing but maybe if she was smarter than her brother-- that might help. Sighing she buried her nose into the blossoms, the smell calmed her.
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Post by sarahjacobs on Aug 13, 2008 23:57:14 GMT -5
*New Day*
Sarah stopped by the flower cart on her way home from the park. Their aroma is what drew her to them. The air around them smelled sweet like the air does right after a Spring rain.
Sarah loved flowers. No single kind in particular stood out to her. She loved the way all the different types and colors blending together, so she usually gathered more than one breed.
((are different kinds of flowers even called breeds, lol? it makes me think of a dog, but it's the only work i could think of))
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Post by ivan on Aug 17, 2008 16:15:08 GMT -5
OoC;;
XD I don't know what different sorts of flowers are called but "breed" doesn't sound quite right to me.
BiC;;
It wasn't his best day. People weren't paying up like they usually were to see his tricks... perhaps it was best to throw in the towel while he still had something resembling dignity left. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat (a ratty old thing; he could afford a small apartment but he couldn't pay for a coat). A frown sat upon his usually joyful face, contorting his features and making him look a little older than his sixteen years.
Perhaps some flowers would make him feel better? The Loon had always been fond of flowers and he needed an excuse to brighten up his dismal apartment. This could have very well been the thing he was looking for! With a bit more spring in his step he made his way toward the flowers, pausing to look at each individual one and every-so-often asking the price. It was hardly in his price range for more than maybe two of them...
he turned, glancing at the girl near him and, assuming she had something to do with the selling of flowers, decided to ask her about the price of a particularly interesting group of flowers he hadn't seen before. "S'cuse me miss... what kind've flowers are these and um... how much d'they cost?" Hopefully she wouldn't ask why he wanted them... he was always embarrassed when he admitted to liking something that was less than manly.
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Post by sarahjacobs on Aug 18, 2008 21:07:06 GMT -5
Sarah looked at him with a small smile. "Azaleas, those are Azaleas, though I'm not sure how much they cost. You'd have to ask the owner."
Sarah bought flowers often, but every person sold theirs for different prices.
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Post by ivan on Aug 18, 2008 21:53:46 GMT -5
Ask the owner? He stared at her, trying to figure out what exactly she meant, until it finally clicked in his brain and he grinned. Even if he was a bit slow on the uptake it was always good to at least show when you understood you were wrong, wasn't it? "Sorry, thought you worked here."
The Loon leaned over to sniff one of the Azaleas and his smile widened. "I've never seen those before. Mostly all I see're the really common ones and I dunno the names of all those, either. Well... most of them I do but some of 'em I just know by colour. Like those," he said, motioning to a daffodil, "I've heard the name before but I c'n never remember it. 'S kinda fun to makes ones up, though, until you learn the name."
He tended to do this, where he would babble on about one subject and stop himself much farther down the road than he had originally meant to.
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Post by sarahjacobs on Aug 19, 2008 20:43:16 GMT -5
"I might as well," Sarah shrugged, grinning. "I'm around here enough anyway.
She watched him smell the flower she had just recently identified for him, amused at how the scent of it could bring him such joy; not amused in any way that was superior or snobbish, but more admirable. It wasn't everyday she saw a guy who was interested in flowers.
Sarah liked daffodils as well. They reminded her of a cup and saucer. She pointed at the flower next to it. "I like these -- daylilies." It was a large orange and red flower that bloomed beautifully. "They smell really sweet, but..." Sarah searched the cart for a second, smiling when she found what she was looking for. She grabbed one of the two red roses and put it up to her nose. "Roses are my favorite. It's like each petal was hand placed."
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Post by ivan on Aug 19, 2008 22:14:09 GMT -5
"Daylilies?" The way he said it, slowly and almost syllable by syllable, made it seem as if he was testing the word. It was a funny name for a flower, but most of the flower names were funny and at least this one was simple. Just two words he could put together. "... they're colourful," he admitted, tilting his head to the side to see it from a different angle. "Like fireworks."
And they really did look like fireworks in a way, if the petals were the explosion and the orange happened to be the lighter stuff in the middle of it. He continued to admire the daylilies, turning only when she mentioned roses.
"Aren't those expensive? I've tried to buy a couple but I c'n never get more than maybe two... but you're right, they're nice."
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Post by sarahjacobs on Aug 21, 2008 1:10:26 GMT -5
She hadn't noticed before but the daylilies really did look like fireworks right in the midst of exploding.
"Very," she said, answering his question about the price of roses. "I can afford two if I'm lucky. I usually save up enough just for one at a time, though."
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Post by ivan on Aug 21, 2008 17:19:28 GMT -5
He nodded and turned back to the daylilies. Those would definitely bring some colour to the apartment, even if it wasn't much. Then again, anything that was a colour in the lighter portion of the spectrum was bound to brighten it up, and most flowers were bright...
"I know y'don't work here and everything but d'you think you could give me a suggestion or something?" The Loon looked hopefully at Sarah, since to him she seemed to possess all the flower knowledge there was to be had. "See, I'm trying t'brighten up my apartment but I dunno which'd make it look... happier, I guess..."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 24, 2009 0:04:06 GMT -5
(New Day))
There were days that Brian Russo, Commonly called Bumlets by his friends, had a piece of mind about him that others couldn't understand. Skits had in his way and the loss of his friend had more often then not cause Brian a melancholy mood. To be honest Brian wasn't really the kind of person to be always happy but Specs could get him going and if Itey hadn't been giving people hell this morning there might have been nothing for him to write about now.
He sat on the ground on the side of the flower cart, writing in an old note book he'd gotten from his mother for the recent holiday. He rarely got gifts and ones that meant much at all to him were rare. His mother was the kind of woman he wished other women could be like. There was nothing like that to him, his mother's smile even when she was sick she as happy.
Strange, he had a mother and a sister but girls-- he didn't like them often. Sweets, Mabel and on a rare occasion Manhattan were about the only girls he could tolerate for long periods of time without them turning into clucking, annoying chickens. He wrote now because Mabel had made the suggestion. She'd always tell him he was smart and he should try harder. He guessed she was probably right at that moment.
"Write the news.." he finished writing his article and set it in his back pocket. How many people had that TB outbreak taken, and how many people actually knew about it. If it wasn't in he papers it didn't happen but his friends deserved to be remembered.
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Post by manhattan on Apr 27, 2009 12:29:23 GMT -5
Manhattan walked around Harlem. She hadnt been here in awhile and she missed the familiar streets. Working at tibbys had been taking up her time and it was starting to annoy her. She smiled as she neared the flower cart and saw Bumlets writing.
"We gonna see each othahs name in print some day?" She asked.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 27, 2009 23:55:29 GMT -5
Bumlets looked up to see a chicken... then after a moment it became Manhattan and a small smile settled on his face and he nodded.
"Hopefully sooner rather than later... I finished sellin'... so I figured I'd do what Mabel said.."
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Post by manhattan on Apr 28, 2009 20:05:30 GMT -5
Manhattan smiled and offered him her hand.
"I concur." She said. "I give her credit, she gets you to see a woman before the chicken." she smiles knowingly " and to write."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 28, 2009 20:11:14 GMT -5
He smirked a little bit, at least she did understand his personality to a point. He took her hand and stood up, grabbing his broomstick and using it like a walking stick as he nodded.
"Yeah, I guess she does. I've-- always been very fond of Mabel." He handed her his article. "It's about the friends we lost in the TB outbreak... and how it hit things hard. I wanted to immortalize them somehow.."
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