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Post by woflsbain on Oct 12, 2008 19:45:02 GMT -5
His brow lifted and he was staunchly reminded of his young niece, with a half smirk and leaned over what she was doing and inspected it. "What are you working on?"
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 12, 2008 20:52:42 GMT -5
He made a sound of approval, it would probably damage his reputation if people saw him now. Being a gentleman with a little girl but being the youngest of a family of girls made Wolf a bit different when confronted with children.
"You are very talented, they are very pretty.."
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 12, 2008 21:12:02 GMT -5
He smiled at that and considered saying no, but the way he'd been feeling lately he decided why not. Wolf had nothing to lose speaking with a child, and it was at least one of his few good points that he actually liked children.
"I think I would like that very much. My niece, Katia makes things like these with twine and pebbles.."
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 12, 2008 23:25:59 GMT -5
He looked down at her and smiled just a little, "My name is Lucas... it's nice to meet you Cipriana. Should I walk you home?" He didn't think she really should be walking around alone-- he'd been hearing things about children disappearing.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 13, 2008 2:27:03 GMT -5
Heather would have a series of small heart attacks if she saw him now but he took the little girl's hand and nodded his head in understanding. He generally didn't take to children often, after awhile he got frustrated with them but this little girl reminded him of his niece, Bella. And Bella adored him.
"Do you live with your nanna, Cipriana?"
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 13, 2008 13:52:40 GMT -5
"I happen to live there myself," was the man's reply. Truly he had little desire for anyone he knew or had known to see her like this. The little girl was a gem though, her family should he proud of her manners.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 13, 2008 20:44:48 GMT -5
He one day hoped to have children of his own, truthfully he wasn't the kind of many many trusted. One of the many gangsters in the city that leaned on the darker edge of life but most of them had families. He'd thought he'd had a good one going but-- seemed he was mistaken. Eventually things would work out again-- but for now it would be as it was.
Lucas said nothing as he walked, wishing as he often did that he'd trekked out at night instead of the day. He was a creature of the moon. Followed it like he would the sun if he were another kind. But he wasn't. The sunshine wasn't foreign to him just not his normal prowling grounds.
"You need to be a little bit more careful, Cipriana.." there were dangerous things in the city that would pray on an innocent child.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 13, 2008 21:55:59 GMT -5
He ran his free hand over his face and sighed, there was little to be done about it. But he nodded, "Do me a big favor next time? Wait for your Nanna?"
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 13, 2008 23:19:13 GMT -5
Lucas hadn't heart Italian in a long time so it took him a moment before he nodded his head with a half smile. His own accent was a little foreign. He was from the dark lands of Eastern Europe and it was hard to say exactly where from just listening to his voice. He was from everywhere.
"Thank you."
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Post by sophia on Mar 31, 2009 2:48:38 GMT -5
((New Day))
Sophia was a million things and whens he put her mind to it she could be anything she wanted. But the core of it was she was devious and never held her tongue. she was above most and below none and that was how she liked it.
Sitting on a blanket in the sand watching the waves lick the shore, her servant not to far away building sand castles she lifted her chin and just watched as she steadied her parasol over her shoulder, spinning it lazily as she enjoyed the sun on her toes.
So Evangeline, their little mouse had stepped away from their life of privilege to be a store clerk, Catherine was being a strumpet as always (Sophia wasn't fond of her) And low and behold there was still her brother Henry and that Robert to consider. Snorting a little she shook her head.
And where was Mitch? She hadn't seen him the last couple days and not seeing him always turned her mood sour to be sure.
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Post by robert on Apr 8, 2009 18:50:04 GMT -5
Robert walked along the beach, hands in the pockets of his tattered suit jacket, when he saw the familiar face of one sitting on the beach's sand. It was the taut face of Sophia Aragon, someone Robert had known from his days as a social. There weren't any fond memories. As beautiful and elegant as a white tiger, she was, and twice as deadly.
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Post by sophia on Apr 8, 2009 20:51:38 GMT -5
He was a wise man to know that about her, she was dangerous her eyes turned to see Robert, an elegant brow lifting as she watched him. What had happened to him to make him tumble? No one really know but Sophia was not above asking. She lilted her head back and watched him down her nose in a come hither kind of way. "Robert.." it was a greeting, and coming from Sophia it was like the spider welcoming a fly to the parlor.
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Post by robert on Apr 8, 2009 21:35:38 GMT -5
Robert didn't particularly like Sophia. She was, in harsher terms a termagant social climber, though not a parvenu. Still he stalked toward her, staying only close enough for the two to talk without having to yell. In the same blandness of her greeting, Robert returned evenly, "Sophia...fancy meeting you here."
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Post by sophia on Apr 9, 2009 0:20:31 GMT -5
"As it would seem," she replied with her chin lifting. She was haughty, and a social climber she wasn't. to her, she was at the top of the food chain looking down at all the meat to feast on. Everyone was a pawn in any game she wished to play.
"I'd heard you'd died."
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Post by robert on Apr 9, 2009 1:06:06 GMT -5
Robert smirked, somewhat amused. Even he had heard the rumors that had spread about what happened to him. All of them, of course, being untrue...well, most of them.
"Dead I may well be. That is, to those who matter. Is that not right, Miss Aragon? Seems you, on the other hand, still carry that golden spoon in your mouth," he said somewhat bitterly.
"How has this life been treating you?"
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