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Post by peem on Jun 28, 2008 15:57:42 GMT -5
Peem shrugged. "Where did she go?" He smiled. "I know the feeling mate...its...oh we're all a sorry lot, us males..at the mercy of a good smile and a sweet demeanour." He knew he was making light of it, but his own life had been unlucky in that spot. He kept thinking he found the best girl in the world, and she'd always disappear in smoke.
"For your sake, hope your gal reappears."
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Post by peem on Jul 5, 2008 10:29:38 GMT -5
Peem read the letter carefully, sighing. He finally looked up, handing the letter back to Johnny. "Do you want my honest opinion, or would you like something more soft?"
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Post by peem on Jul 6, 2008 21:43:20 GMT -5
"You can't hold onto a girl who ain't ever going to come home, Johnny." Peem sighed. "Or you can't hold onto a maybe...believe me, I've tried. No matter how perfect the girl is..if she was perfect..she never would have written the letter..she would have come home to tell you this." He shrugged. "It's none of my business..and all the words I say ain't gonna make you feel better..I'm sorry."
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Post by peem on Jul 11, 2008 11:48:03 GMT -5
Peem laughed. "Hey, its what I do. It's just fine." He looked out at the water. "Move on in your own time--don't listen to people forcing you to go faster.so don't worry." He looked back at Johnny. "And you're welcome. My mom's making Haggis tonight..want to come over?"
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Post by peem on Jul 19, 2008 22:51:16 GMT -5
Peem grinned and clapped his hands. "Well great! And I'll tell you right now--my brother will probably pester you with a lot of questions--he's always curious when he meets new people." He stood up, offering the other man his hand. "But he's harmless, I swear."
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Post by peem on Jul 28, 2008 18:37:52 GMT -5
(sorry, I've been sick!))
Peem laughed. "Oh be careful what you say...you'll run out of there screaming if you don't ever tell him enough is enough." He grinned, gesturing towards the path. "See? Even though you are still a bit down, I bet, you get a warm meal out of the deal"
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Post by fibs on Aug 16, 2008 22:28:29 GMT -5
<<NEW DAY>>
Strolling along the shoreline, shoes in her hands and trousers rolled to her knees, Fibs kicked at the foamy surf. The sun was low in the sky and the sea was particularly calm--unnervingly so, actually. Calm before the storm and what not. Pausing, Fibs let her feet sink into the sand, feeling the rush of the tide pulling at her slightly.
Tugging her feet from their sandy graves, Fibs continued down the shoreline, wrestling with feelings of intense boredom and incredible apprehension.
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Post by ivan on Aug 17, 2008 20:07:08 GMT -5
"C'mon... justa couple cents?"
"I wouldn't give 'em to you if y'did a HUNDRED backflips."
"I could do it, y'know." A grin, inviting, hopefully showing more confidence than he had in his ability to do backflips more than maybe ten times.
"Oh yeah? Do it."
The Loon braced himself, then sprung backward, bouncing up and doing yet another backflip. He got to seven before he found himself falling off a ledge and onto the sand, landing face-first and consequently getting the wind knocked out of him. He lay there for a few moments, keeping his mouth closed until he was sure he could sit up and then getting slowly to his feet, brushing off his clothes and finding a few coins pressed into his hands by the laughing man.
"There y'go kid. Get yerself a decent job or somethin'."
Well, money was money.
"Thanks mister," he said brightly, slipping the coins into his shoe along with a few other pennies he had made earlier in the day. His head spun a bit as he moved down the shore, but after a little while it stopped. What didn't stop was the strange sensation that a warm liquid was coming from his nose.
It took him a moment to understand that his nose was actually bleeding and with a few muttered expletives he searched for a handkerchief of some sort, finally pulling out a scrap of fabric and putting it up to his nose in hopes of stopping the flow.
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Post by fibs on Aug 18, 2008 22:38:44 GMT -5
"I wouldn't give 'em to you if y'did a HUNDRED backflips."
Turning her attention from the horizon to a nearby pier, Fibs furrowed her eyebrows at the exclamation. She couldn't quite see what was going on, but she most certainly saw the young man fly off the pier and face-plant in the sand. Eyes wide, Fibs rushed over, slowing her gait when she saw the boy get up, seemingly unharmed.
Cocking her head to the side, Fibs crossed her arms and spared a moment to watch the odd young man. Seeing he was bleeding, Fibs tugged a handkerchief from her pocket (a nice embroidered one she had nicked earlier that day) and approached him. He already had a cloth of some sort, but it didn't seem quite up to the task.
"That was something," She remarked, holding out the handkerchief to him. She could always steal another if she needed to.
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Post by ivan on Aug 19, 2008 19:51:23 GMT -5
The Loon looked up and grinned from behind the bit of cloth. "Well it got a reaction an' that's all I was looking for," he said truthfully, before noticing she was holding out a handkerchief to him. With his free hand he reached out and took it, putting it up in front of his nose instead and putting the dirty one back in one of the pockets on his coat (he had many, and there was no point in wasting something he could attempt to wash).
"Thanks, by the way," The Loon said it almost as an afterthought, as if he hadn't considered saying it at all until he remembered his manners. He went cross-eyed for a moment, inspecting the thing catching the blood, then stared back at the girl. "... I take it this was 'donated' t'you? You sure you didn't need it or anything?"
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Post by fibs on Aug 20, 2008 14:56:31 GMT -5
"Well it got a reaction an' that's all I was looking for,"
Fibs nodded with the ghost of a smile; she understood, like most kids growing up on the streets, that you did whatever was necessary to pocket a few coins-... even if that meant flying off a pier. This man had clearly found a more fantastic way of making a live, though--far more exciting than pushing papers, anyway.
"Thanks, by the way," "... I take it this was 'donated' t'you? You sure you didn't need it or anything?"
Fibs shook her head with a soft chuckle, shoving her hands into the pockets of her trousers, "No, don't worry about it--you can keep it..." And then the lying tick kicked in, "Belonged to the mayor, it did-" It had belonged to some well-to-do man strolling Webster Avenue. "Gave it to me after I was nearly run over by his wagon... s'terrifying." She remarked seriously. "Nice man, actually... but he should probably hire a new man to drive his wagon. The next person might not be so lucky."
The whole compulsive lying and fanciful story telling was still an enigma to Fibs. She couldn't explain why she did and nor could she control it. For whatever reason, it just felt right to lie.
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Post by ivan on Aug 21, 2008 17:29:26 GMT -5
The Loon didn't say anything to that, in awe of her lies no matter how obvious they were. He was mostly interested in her ability to just pop them off like that and while he had a similar talent his was used more for acting and he could rarely conjure it up at random times throughout the day.
"Well that definitely sounds like an adventure most people would've wanted to forget... or remember... if he gave you th' handkerchief anyway. It's nice," he said this absently, once again crossing his eyes to get a good look at it before he began to get a headache from either all the eye-crossing, or just the fall earlier.
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Post by fibs on Aug 22, 2008 18:47:49 GMT -5
"Well that definitely sounds like an adventure most people would've wanted to forget... or remember... if he gave you th' handkerchief anyway. It's nice,"
Fibs smirked and shrugged her shoulders, "S'nothing too special... they're easy to come by if you know where to look." Not realizing she had more or less given her lie away with the comment, she squinted off into the setting sun, burrowing her toes into the warm sand.
She returned her attention to him. "Did you hurt your head? That's quite a spill to escape with just a bloody nose... m'surprised you didn't break your neck." She chuckled slightly, running a hand through her tangled hair. "Is that what you normally do?-... I mean, jumping off piers and all that. S'kind of an odd way of making a living."
Odd thought it was, it was an honest living. Much like her lying tick, the ever-familiar urge to pick-pocket was rearing its ugly head for Fibs. At least her one theft of the day was going to good use--after all, the young man's nose seemed in dire need of the handkerchief.
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Post by ivan on Aug 22, 2008 22:57:31 GMT -5
Ah ha. So it had been a lie all along. The Loon merely nodded, for once not feeling like pointing out her little slip-up which would most certainly lead to his asking her how she got so wonderful at lying and where, pray tell, could he acquire such a skill? It felt like the blood wasn't coming quite as quickly now, which was wonderful because he was now constantly having to switch arms because one arm would start to ache and then he'd let it down for only a moment before having to bring it back up.
"I don't normally jump off've piers," he said with a grin, "I just do performing stuff. Like tricks. Usually people're more willing t'pay than he was but like I said, it got a reaction! 'Sides, I think I'd get bored with another job." It wasn't as if he hadn't wanted to be a newsie, he really had tried when he was younger, but the waking up early every morning, having to sell stacks of papers and then barely get enough to pay for food and lodging...
it sounded sort of like what he was doing now, but he was in charge of his own hours. Sometimes he'd wake up bright and early and stay out till mid-afternoon and other times he would wake up late and stay up into the wee hours of the morning. Not exactly performing the whole time, but he was up none the less.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 12, 2008 17:31:49 GMT -5
Lucas had been basically brooding and when he nearly tripped over the little girl. She was-- young and was alone. He lifted a brow at her, "Where is your dad, sprite?" It's what he'd call his sister's children when they were small. They were like little sprites all over the place.
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