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Post by cupid on Aug 20, 2008 12:19:16 GMT -5
"Shur... uh I would like dat."
He smiled at Dice. "Ya shoah? I just don't want ya ta keep gettin sad and thinkin' of yoah sistah when yoah wit my sistah. 'Cause, like I said, I don't like seein' ya sad." Looking into her eyes, he squeezed her shoulders with his hand.
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Post by dice on Aug 20, 2008 12:23:33 GMT -5
"Ya shoah? I just don't want ya ta keep gettin sad and thinkin' of yoah sistah when yoah wit my sistah. 'Cause, like I said, I don't like seein' ya sad."
" No its ok, I don't really remember my sista that much soo.. it won't make meh sad." Dice looked bvack into his eyes then down at the ground then back at his eyes.
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Post by cupid on Aug 20, 2008 12:34:58 GMT -5
" No its ok, I don't really remember my sista that much soo.. it won't make meh sad."
"Oh, ok." Looking out around the park, Cupid noticed that not many people were here, and he didn't know why. Taking his pocket watch out of his vest, he saw that is was 12:30. "Whoa. Hey Dice, do ya wanna go get some lunch at Tibby's?"
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Post by dice on Aug 20, 2008 12:42:05 GMT -5
"Oh, ok. Whoa. Hey Dice, do ya wanna go get some lunch at Tibby's?"
"Shure I would love ta." Dice herd her stomach grumble and when she herd it she blushed a ton. Dice took Cupid's hand and stood up.
( do you want to meet me at Tibby's?)
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Post by cupid on Aug 21, 2008 16:48:48 GMT -5
( Sure )
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 3, 2008 16:26:06 GMT -5
<New Day>
Daisy wandered down the path in Prospect Park, an apple in her hand, her thoughts not on her steps as she walked aimlessly. She was using her day off from the pub to get some air and out of her tiny apartment. She could admit that she was lonely there, she much preferred the company of others, found it reassuring, even in a city as big and varied as this one. Her thoughts weren't on one single topic, instead filtering through many, thinking of her friends and dreams and hopes she might have once had.
Absently she pushed a lock of unruly hair out of her eyes as she took a bite of the apple, her steps slowing as she smiled to herself, thinking how much difference a year had made and how despite what others might have thought...she just might be finding her way in this sprawling city.
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Post by mark on Sept 22, 2008 18:31:33 GMT -5
*New Day*
He had his hands in his pockets, his face turned downward towards the ground, and he was shuffling along the paths. Mark hadn't seen Perch for a few weeks, still confused about what happened before. Sighing, he kicked a rock down the dirt, but it didn't go too far. Sniffling a bit, he thought he was starting to get a cold, but he really wasn't sick. He was a softy, and had been crying the night before and his nose was still stuffed up.
Wiping his eyes with his hands, he walked over to the tree and sat up against it, under the shade. Glancing around, he saw many people and was happy he was in the shade, it was burning that day. Leaning his head backwards, he looked at the pond and got lost in it's depths.
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Post by mark on Sept 23, 2008 5:46:26 GMT -5
He looked up at the voice and shook his head, as well as sniffled. "No, I am not crying." Turning around, he looked at her more.
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Post by mark on Sept 24, 2008 12:34:50 GMT -5
Mark gave her a small sad smile and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so..." Looking up at her, he held out his hand. "I'm Mark. Pleased to meet you."
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Post by Joe on Oct 12, 2008 15:07:32 GMT -5
"You from Brooklyn" Joe asked as he came up to mark and punched him in the face. "Den stop acting like youse from Queens. Now stop bein a girl and get over it." Joe curled his lip at the tear streaks on the guys face, lit a cigarette and walked away.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 13, 2008 13:36:50 GMT -5
Fighter, having seen what had happened walked up to Joe with a smirk on her face. "Beatin' on the boy, Joe?" She laughed and pushed her hair back before turning to glance towards Mark. She had felt bad for him when she had met him at the bar, but then again she'd also been two sheets to the wind and bored. "Why's he cryin' anyway? Doesn't he know he's giving Brooks a bad rep?"
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Post by Joe on Oct 13, 2008 21:39:29 GMT -5
Beatin' on the boy, Joe?
Joe raised his eyebrow at Fighter. "Not too early in da morning is it?" he asked pullin a face like he was seriously worried about it then scoffed. Taking his cigarette from behind his ear he cupped his hand around it as he lit it and looked over his shoulder at the boy on the ground. "Boy? i wouldnt even call 'im male. Maybe ise bin 'way too long but i thought if youse from brooklyn ya had ta have balls." he turned his back to the kid again. Adding insult to injury.
Why's he cryin' anyway? Doesn't he know he's giving Brooks a bad rep?
"Do i care?" Joe asked. "Nope dont tink so. Not my problem."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 15, 2008 9:02:23 GMT -5
"Not too early in da morning is it? Boy? i wouldnt even call 'im male. Maybe ise bin 'way too long but i thought if youse from brooklyn ya had ta have balls."
Fighter couldn't help but smirk at Joe's comments, this was one of the reasons she enjoyed being around him. The comments that came out of his mouth were exactly what she was thinking and it made her laugh. "Well you have noticed how Brooklyn seems to have up'ed in popularity lately. Looks like anyone and everyone is finding their way in when they should be finding their way to Queens."
"Do i care? Nope dont tink so. Not my problem."
"I suppose it isn't," She turned to Mark and raised an eyebrow. "Unless someone caught off a part of your body you can't live or have kids without, I wouldn't be crying." She shook her head at him, not understanding it. All she knew was that if this was over that girl the boy had to be slightly out of his mind. It was more than a bit immature to cry over someone walking away from you. "Grow a spine kid...or a pair."
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Post by Joe on Oct 15, 2008 23:57:39 GMT -5
everyone is finding their way in when they should be finding their way to Queens
"We could always give dem directions." Joe suggested as he cracked his knuckle and he grinned rather crookedly, evilly one might say. Joe was itching for a fight. A good full blown, challenge of a fight. And he was itching for one badly.
Grow a spine kid...or a pair
"Is dat even physically possible for him...sorry her." Joe smirked and took a drag of his cigarette before he handed it to her and lit another. "i just dont see it happenin." Joe shrugged.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 16, 2008 19:45:25 GMT -5
"We could always give dem directions."
Fighter watched Joe and could tell he was itching for a fight as much as she had been lately. She would love to be the one to kick the pansy's ass but would enjoy watching it just as much. "I wouldn't mind showing the way meself."
"Is dat even physically possible for him...sorry her."
With a shake of her a head and sinical smirk on her face Fighter crossed her arms. "I doubt it, if they aren't there by now I don't think they'll be showing up anytime soon."
"i just dont see it happenin."
"I have to agree with you there." Fighter almost laughed but bit it back and accepted the cigarette, inhaling deeply. She may not have realized it before now but she had genuinely missed being in Joe's company while he was gone. The fun they'd had at the bar and the fun she was having now was something she'd definately missed. She'd just had too much on her mind lately that she couldn't bring it out anymore without a little help.
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