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Post by Prince on Jul 25, 2007 4:30:05 GMT -5
Many people walk the paths, perhaps they could use a pape?
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Post by scaper on Dec 2, 2007 20:24:09 GMT -5
((New Day))
Clarence was back on the job. Being away from being a cop had left him beyond bored. He strolled up and down the paths, looking for any signs of troublemakers. So far only a few people had been out in the park. It was Brooklyn though, and there was bound to be a crime being committed somewhere. Now that he was back, he was itching to get his arrest rate back up. Clarence enjoyed arresting people, it was the fun part of his job.
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Post by adelle on Dec 2, 2007 23:16:17 GMT -5
Walking down the path was an older looking woman, her eyes were as blue as the blue sky. She was a Lady, that was the truth about the matter and her clothes spoke for her. A woman of the upper crust, she made her way down the path, her hat tilted elegantly on her head. She lifted her head, "Oh! Sir!" her accent was that of the Louisiana south, but pristine with French blending in. She caught sight of Clarence. "Officer, I was hoping you could assist me.."
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Post by scaper on Dec 3, 2007 16:00:36 GMT -5
Clarence had seen the lady begin to approach him from a distance. She wasn't one of the ordinary run of the mill women either. He could tell from her stature and the way that she was dressed, that she was an honest-to-goodness lady.
Although he had had an itching to break up a fight, or maybe start one, it was his job to assist the people.
"Hello ma'am, what is it I can help you with?" He smiled brightly, putting on his best "cop" smile.
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Post by adelle on Dec 3, 2007 22:45:22 GMT -5
She held herself that way, she lifted her chin. "I was hoping you'd point me in the direction of Queens.. I seem to have lost my way." That southern sound, she was a lady and not like any other.
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Post by scaper on Dec 4, 2007 14:33:02 GMT -5
Clarence could tell that the lady wasn't from New York or anywhere in the North for that matter. To him, she sounded as if she came from the deep south somewhere.
"Well, ma'am, if you leave the park just through that exit up there and head east about 3 blocks then turn left, about all roads should take you to Queens." He smiled. "Catching a taxi would probably be the easiest. Those cabbies can take you anywhere you need to go in New York City." He rested his hands in his pockets.
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Post by smokey on Dec 31, 2007 17:35:41 GMT -5
((New Day))
Smokey walked along the paths peeling a potato with her pocket knife. Each strand she peeled off, she would stick it in her mouth, using the knife as an eating utensil. She ignored the strange looks she was receiving from those walking passed her.
A little boy even asked his mother as they were passing by, "Momma, why is she eating like that?" to which his mother replied, "It's just the way of those Irish".
Smokey had to smirk at this, for she had not the slightest bit of Irish ancestry. Her father was Russian and her mother was Italian. She simply liked the taste of raw potatoes.
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Post by 8chips on Dec 31, 2007 19:53:02 GMT -5
8chips watched the girl, she could not help stairing as she ate the potato, she had seen her brother do that many times before, but had no idea that ather people did that to.
She hated the taste of raw potatoes, but mabey it was just because she rembered her uncal eating them all the time.
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Post by smokey on Jan 1, 2008 4:11:45 GMT -5
Smokey cut off another slice of potato and was about to stick it in her mouth when she saw the girl staring. "Got a problem?"
It wasn't a challenge nor a threat in any way, just a simple question.
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Post by 8chips on Jan 1, 2008 8:42:10 GMT -5
"Oh, no, I'm sorry," 8chips spit out. She hadn't really noticed the girl had seen her. "I just saw you eating that way, I just mean, umm, my brother used to do that." She said, though she was not quite sure what she had wanted to say, she could be sure that that wasn't it.
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Post by smokey on Jan 1, 2008 11:42:10 GMT -5
Sticking the slice in her mouth, Smokey nodded. "Fahget about it." She stopped walking while she peeled back another piece. "You like it?"
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Post by 8chips on Jan 1, 2008 19:54:10 GMT -5
8chips removed her cap and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Uh, no." She said quietly hoping she was not being offensive. 8chips always worried about stupid little things like that.
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Post by smokey on Jan 2, 2008 3:26:01 GMT -5
She shrugged, flipping her pocket knife closed and sticking it back into her pocket. She then took a bite from the, now, completely peeled potato as if it were an apple or orange, and continued on her way.
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Post by pockets on Mar 12, 2008 15:51:15 GMT -5
((New Day))
Squints rubbed the back of her neck and sighed. She looked around the park slowly careful to take in all of it. She was trying to remember where every tree and bench where, where each path led and mentally decide where the best places to hide where, should she need to. The park was extreamly crowded, so she figured it shouldn't be hard at all for her to pocket one of the older white rich men. She had been starving for the past few days, selling wasn't going very good she barely had the money to buy any papes.
All she had to do was "bump into" one of them while she was running, once she did that, it was as easy as taking candy from a baby to get their wallet from them without them knowing, but just in case, she was remembering where everything was so she could make a speedy escape.
Squints pulled her cap down farther and leaned up against a tree her face hidden but she could still see the people that were walking on the path. Now, she just had to wait for the right opportunity's
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Post by flanna on May 17, 2008 15:05:44 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Flanna sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she walked along the paths. Work had been a bit harder as of late, given that she had to change her hours every week. She knew Nicholas was around, scaring her to her core. But she couldn't let it rule her life, so she kept trying, not willing to give in.
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(c)Red