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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 19, 2009 22:14:01 GMT -5
A slight sneer crossed Scars face but he remained silent. He had nothing to say to this kid and he would never take a cigarette from him. Scar shook his head and glanced around the room hoping the smithy would make an entrance, he wanted to take care of business and get a pint before it got too late.
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Post by Joe on Apr 22, 2009 20:29:29 GMT -5
Joe's lips twitched god he found this amusing. Taking a drag he took up his knife again and started to make a figure out of the wood. Slowly it began to evolve into a dancing figure with a skirt twirling around it. He took a drag every now and then and more often than not just let the cigarette hang in his mouth. Beneath his hands the figure began to resemble a rather life-like version of Brook, though miniaturized and made of wood. it was a piece that had a sense of sadness about it though looking at it one wasnt quite sure why.
"Do you have an idea of where he went mon Cherie?" Joe asked Brook his focus on his knife and cigarette.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 23, 2009 0:07:57 GMT -5
Brook was blinking and looked up at Joe, what was going on? Her eyes slipped back to Scar and she folded her arms. "Well, he should be back soon-- and I was just lookin for Mason, mon choux... he works here too.." The apprentice blacksmith.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 23, 2009 9:39:26 GMT -5
Scar leaned back against the wall, crossing his arm and eyeing Brook. "Gods your a beauty, eh?" He smirked and gave her a wink before letting his eyes close and tilting his head back. He was hoping the blacky showed up soon, he didn't want to be here all day.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 23, 2009 22:38:32 GMT -5
She looked between them and then at the figure in Joe's hands her eyes widening. She'd never seen her likeness that way before, in wood or otherwise. She smiled then even though Scar's comment gave her a slight start. A beauty? her? "It's lovely, mon choux.." she commented regarding the figured.
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Post by Joe on Apr 27, 2009 11:53:42 GMT -5
Joe blew on the piece twirling it as he blew. "There is a sadness, mon petite, but its you." He slipped his knife away and handed it to her. "Give it to someone who can cherish it, or you." Joe didnt know why but Brook touched a softness inside of him. It didnt make sense but her soft accent and way made him want to find someone that would cherish her. He sure as hell couldnt. He smiled in self-deprecation and pushed away from the wall. Taking a deep drag of his cigarette before he dropped it and ground it under his boot. "Adu mon cherie."
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 28, 2009 19:15:33 GMT -5
Brook looked at Joe as he readied to leave a bit stunned by his gift and she nodded slowly, "Swènn-toi..." Take care, she was a creole but she understood french and she offered him a soft smile when he did. He was an interesting character, Joe could be dangerous, mean and brutal but he'd always been kind to Brook. "Aurewar.. mon choux..."
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