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Post by chance on Aug 16, 2008 12:49:23 GMT -5
"My stuff in a museum?" Chance blinked at the girl before shaking his head, his hand settling on the papers by his side. "It's nice of you to say, but I just do it because it's something I love. I'm not sure that they are worthy to hang beside some of the greats." He had been to museums before, back West when he and his family had been on good terms. He'd marveled at what he'd seen, hoped that maybe someday his work might hang there too. That dream had died the day he decided to leave home.
"I'll bet you have hidden talents that you don't even know," Chance commented, his blue eyes steady on the other man. He couldn't say why he thought such things about the other man, he just did.
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Post by perch on Aug 17, 2008 2:31:42 GMT -5
Perch smirked when she heard chance's words. "But dats exactly it, you love what you do" she said glancing at the papers, "dats what makes dose drawins have such feelin. Dats what makes a drawin come to life, and makes em special. ya know? A good picture tells a story dat draws you in and everyone can enjoy dem, not just the artist. Which is 'o course da point of museums and da pictures in them."
She smiled shyly when peem commented on what she had quoted. "whaddya mean?" she said instantly when he said other than niceness he didnt know what else he had going for him. "i'm sure there's something, ANYthing, that you do better than most. Think about it, gotta be somethin" she pressed.
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Post by peem on Aug 17, 2008 14:48:53 GMT -5
Peem nodded. The girl had some sense in her. "Maybe you should apply for a job at a museum at least. Get a start there...I mean everyone's got to start from nothing, right?" He shrugged. He was making assumptions about what Chance did; he probably shouldn't.
Peem blushed as both pressed him again, he put up his hands. "Honest to god, I'm just a normal guy." He laughed. "But thank you both for trying to convince me otherwise."
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Post by chance on Aug 17, 2008 15:00:35 GMT -5
Chance shrugged, unsure what to make of Perch's praise and Peem's suggestion. "Something worth considering I suppose. I'm not exactly sure I'd be what they are looking for." He looked down at his hands, covered in the dirt and grime and stained with the lead of the pencils he used to create his art. He'd fallen a long way from where he'd been, but most days he found he didn't mind. But Peem had planted something of a seed and it was giving him pause. He flashed the other man a smile, "It is a thought."
"Everyone has a little bit of greatness in them," Chance said softly, considering Peem for a time, wondering what made the smaller man think he wasn't special. "And for what it's worth...normal ain't a bad thing."
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Post by perch on Aug 19, 2008 1:35:13 GMT -5
"yea dats a good idea, den you could make a decent livin and get to be around art all day" she pointed out,"and i;msure someone'll see yer drawins at some point and realize how good they are.""
" just normal." Perch stated with a slightly mocking edge to her voice. "and what exactly is 'just normal?'" she asked him trying to keep her tone far from harsh. She wasn't sure what was with her today, she tended not to really care about things unless they directly affected her but for some reason, this was bugging her.
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Post by peem on Aug 19, 2008 22:51:07 GMT -5
Peem shrugged. "It's all one day at a time." Maybe he if saw him again, he'd offer him a bit of help. As his mother said, every stranger was a potential friend.
Peem smiled at Chance's comment about being normal wasn't a bad thing. "My thoughts exactly...." When Perch commented, he shrugged, shutting off a bit. "It's just...normal. I am who I am, I'm me. I don't really know how to explain past that."
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Post by chance on Aug 20, 2008 17:41:50 GMT -5
"I've learned it's better not to manage more than one day at a time," Chance said with a smile before turning his attention back to Perch as she pushed Peem a little more. "I think if the man is square with who he is, then that's alright too..." He said, hoping to way lay a little of the tension that seemed to have appeared in the air between them. "Just being you is just as important as anything else."
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Post by perch on Aug 21, 2008 1:31:46 GMT -5
Perch bit her lip and her forehead creased ever so slightly. She hadn't meant to sound so harsh and she knew that she would pay for it. For once she was getting along with people and of course she had to go and ruin it. She wrapped her arms around her legs and lay her head on her knees. "ahh damn it." she said whispered quietly.
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Post by peem on Aug 21, 2008 17:51:24 GMT -5
Peem smiled at Chance. "Thanks." He was about to say more, when he realized Perch had started to look upset. "Hey--I..I didn't mean to sound harsh, hun." He reached over and pat her shoulder. "Sorry, I just..I dont explain things about me well...okay?"
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Post by chance on Aug 21, 2008 20:02:10 GMT -5
Chance smiled back at Peem for a moment before following the other man's gaze to Perch, who looked a little upset and like she was blaming herself for something. He frowned slightly and watched as Peem spoke to her, tried to reassure her...Chance lifted a hand and ran his fingers through his dark greasy hair. "You were only trying to help," He offered softly, giving her a tiny smile before returning his gaze to Peem. "No harm done."
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Post by perch on Aug 22, 2008 2:34:46 GMT -5
Perch looked up at peem slightly surprised. She wasn't used to apologys. She shook her head at him, "no im da one who should be sorry. I just, i dunno." She paused, "I'm real sorry." she added realizing that she hadnt said it yet. She smiled weakly, "normals good." She thought about what he'd said to chance for a minute and then her smile intensified. "what about that?" she said, "you're good at that." After a second she realized they might not know what she was talking about. "the advice thing i mean."
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Post by peem on Aug 24, 2008 16:33:27 GMT -5
Peem nodded, shrugging. "Eh, I like giving advice...but its not one of those things I really try to hand out--giving out opinions too much can cause trouble." He grinned, laughing. "And don't be sorry. It ain't anything to really be sorry for."
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Post by chance on Aug 27, 2008 19:15:31 GMT -5
"Seems to me...you might be pretty good at it," Chance commented softly, a light edging into his dark eyes as he watched Peem. His hand lifted to his greasy hair again and he felt suddenly self conscious, running his fingers through it before settling his hand in his lap. Most days he accepted his situation, knew it was the life he had come to find himself in and he could live with that. But sometimes he realized just how far he had fallen and the reality of it smacked him in the face. At least he was happier now. He had that, if nothing else.
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Post by perch on Aug 31, 2008 14:14:23 GMT -5
Perch laughed with Peem. "I suppose to much opinion-givin could end badly..." she smiled, "But you said you liked it. Seems ta me dat you'se an insightful kinda guy." She folded her arms around her knees after setting her book down next to her. "So dats somethin right dere, definetely somethin special for a guy to be insightful" She chuckled and then glanced at Chance adding quickly, "Present company excluded."
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Post by fibs on Oct 12, 2008 18:37:53 GMT -5
[NEW DAY]
If there was one thing Fibs did not like, it was an ill-tempered cop. Thus, it was not surprising that the increased police presence was unnerving for Fibs. She had already been eyed by two cops that afternoon despite keeping her itchy little hands out of passerby's pockets.
Ducking into the park gazebo, Fibs lowered the newspapers that had been protecting her from the cold drizzle. Frowning, she peered out at the dismal, grey day. The park grass was muddy and the often lively place was desolate and quiet. Wiping her face on the back of her over-sized sleeve, Fibs sighed and sat herself down.
These tumultuous times did not bode well for Fibs. Trouble always moseyed its way onto her proverbial doorstep and the last thing Fibs needed was a run in with the law. She was too old for that.
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