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Post by Prince on Jul 23, 2007 3:24:44 GMT -5
Boats are parked here, and also this is a great place to put a boat into the water. Or just jump off the end and go for a swim.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Jan 19, 2008 13:44:19 GMT -5
The tune was hard to place; a complex melody that seemed only recognizable to the girl that was whistling it. Even then, she might not have known exactly what it was, but she probably had a good idea. It was a nice day, cool but not so freezing that she had to scrounge around for a coat of some sort. It was sunny, and warm enough that she had pulled her hair back with a piece of black ribbon found in one of her pockets.
Cheater was in a relatively good mood today and it showed as she danced along the dock, twirling with her arms outstretched. Sometimes she would topple over and the embarrassment was obvious because her face would turn a light red. However, embarrassment aside, she would get up and begin her commute to the end of the dock.
Upon reaching her destination, the girl looked about and produced a match as well as a cigarette (one of her last ones). She struck the match on a nearby crate, waiting for the flame to die down a little before lighting the cancer stick and inhaling. As the smoke drifted out between her lips a smile formed and she plopped down upon the dock, quickly untying her shoes and sticking her feet into the water.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Feb 5, 2008 18:41:04 GMT -5
Backlash had snuck into Manhattan to get some selling in, he'd gotten some more money boxing so that didn't bother him to much. He raised a brow at the girl with her feet in the water and the smoke, water and fire rarely mixed but he made his way over and dropped down beside the girl on the docks.
"Got a light?"
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Post by suander on Feb 29, 2008 3:23:27 GMT -5
(new day)
Sariah was fresh off the boat. She been wandering around taking in the sites. It was all so much, the city that is. She was a daughter of a dirt farmer and hardly seen such buildings, and the amount of people in one spot was astonishing.
She was enjoying the sight of the small boats and the movement of the water. You would think that she would have enough of the boats, and water. Yet, Sariah always had the passion for any body of water. Her father always had told her that water was liquid magic. Of course she knew better, but she couldn't help herself believing in such a thing. After all those were the last word her father said to her.
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Post by criol on Feb 29, 2008 3:27:43 GMT -5
There was skitter of shoes on the wooden planks as a dainty blond ran down the dock. "Oh, oh, Benji you can't be so dense!"
With no sign of "Benji" it was obvious the girl was in a rush, she took a step and tripped on her skirt, hitting the wood. Her books and glasses going flying she let out a shout of frustration and anxiety. "Oh, mon deiu!"
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Post by suander on Feb 29, 2008 3:34:43 GMT -5
Sariah was dressed in clothing obviously way too big on her. She was wearing boys clothing, a brown pair of slacks, a large buttoned coat that went to her knees, and a cap that she shoved all her long red hair in.
With a smirk on her face she went over to the mess on the ground and started to pick up scattered books. "Well, that was a horrid fall." she said with a thick Irish accent.
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Post by criol on Feb 29, 2008 3:37:05 GMT -5
She growled and plucked her glasses back on her nose, a bright smile coming to her face even though it was hard to tell if she meant it, or if it was just reaction. "Mon deiu! Forgive me, mon chere.." she reached for her books and then her smile warmed considerably. "Oh you sound like Daisy!"
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Post by suander on Feb 29, 2008 3:39:02 GMT -5
A shocked look came to her face. "Excuse me, but I am a Saunder." She said trying to deepen her voice.
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Post by criol on Feb 29, 2008 3:43:18 GMT -5
She giggled and waved her hand, "Non, non, mon chere. Daisy is from Ireland, a dear from of mine that lives in Brooklyn." She didn't respond to the name, there were plenty of girls around that pretended they weren't girls and she was not one of them. Most of them lived in Brooklyn. "I'm Alanna.."
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Post by suander on Feb 29, 2008 3:51:13 GMT -5
Sariah stared in disbelief. "Uh.. Aye.. Nice meeting you." she said giving up the facade. "I am sorry.. I really am Sariah.." she quickly added.
I guess I am over my head.. I was sure this would work. The worried thought ran through her head.
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Post by criol on Feb 29, 2008 3:57:12 GMT -5
Alanna grinned and shook her head, "Well you dont' have to worry about real names, mon chere. There are many girls that go by other names around here and some of them rarely give their real ones.." She winked as she adjusted her hat and her glasses to make sure they were on straight. She smiled as she asked, "You just get off the boat?"
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Post by suander on Feb 29, 2008 4:03:49 GMT -5
"Yeah." she said as she handed the books to Alanna. "To be honest I am a little lost." she muttered while looking at her feet. The unfamiliar surrounding was a little unnerving, but oddly enough she was started to feel more at ease.
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Post by criol on Feb 29, 2008 4:07:31 GMT -5
Alanna took her books and smiled, "Are you? Well, where are you trying to go?" She had such a sunny disposition no one would ever believe what she'd gone threw, or that she had six older brothers all with their own vastly different personalities. She was far to lady-like, but that was possibly due to her mother.
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Post by suander on Feb 29, 2008 4:12:33 GMT -5
"Well..." she paused while she looked at the skyline. She frowned, "It would not have mattered now... So, I guess, nowhere..." If she saw through me, then they would too...
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Post by criol on Feb 29, 2008 4:14:26 GMT -5
"You have a job?" she asked, no money in New York City was like being stuck in an alleyway in the middle of winter.
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(c)Red
