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Post by Prince on Jul 23, 2007 3:33:00 GMT -5
Apples, bananas, oranges, even some random pineapples, when their in season. Good luck eating them around their spikey outsides though.
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Post by misery on Nov 27, 2007 20:31:14 GMT -5
Smirking Misery walked lesiurely along the sidewalk, her hands twitched with sensation. Smiling she looked around as the streets were lined with people during the lunching hour, the perfect time to go mischief hunting. Looking she notcied that the people were too busy to notice the streetrat make her way towards the Fruit Vendor stand. She could almost taste the apple in her mouth as she continued to stay out of view.
Her hands continued to twitch with anxiety as she finally reached the stand. Staring she noticed the guy was giving food to a customer and she took this chance to steal an apple. Smiling innocently she looked around, everyone was still too busy to notice. Sneaking a bananna this time she smiled wickedly, she knew better than to push her luck but being from Brooklyn and raised by the very own Spot Conlons she knew that she needed to get what she could. Rasing her hand over the counter she gently went passed the apples and oranges, reaching for a fresh batch of strawberries she could feel their soft texture underneath her callused fingertips. Catching a tiny hint of the green leaves she gently pulled in a batch towards her with victory glowing in her eyes. "HEY!" All movement ceased and she looked up slowly to see the vendor staring at her, eyes red with rage. Standing up she smiled guiltily,
"See ya!" She shouted before taking off fruit in hand. She ran down several streets as a group of people followed in pursuit. Smirking and laughing she was home clear until, 'OUCH!" she ran into someone, 'HEY! WATCH WHERE I'M GOING!" she shouted rubbing her head.
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Post by siyotsu on Nov 27, 2007 22:12:42 GMT -5
*Risk was going for his usual walk after drinking, sort of a cool down for him. He had a craving all of a sudden for a cig, so he crammed his hand into this pocked and pulled a pack of cigaretts... Only to find that it was empty.*
Damnit!
*Risk swore aloud. Just then he had a thought, this was something rare for Risk, he would steal some. So he scanned the area hoping to find some cigs and some whisky...... nothing. Just fruit...*
Well that'll have to do... but i want watermelon.......... only a fool would steal a watermelon.
*Risk thought this aloud with a devilish grin on his face and making a bee-line to the apples and oranges. He looked around making sure nobody was around, and found everyone was preoccupied. So he took his chance, he grabbed one of the bags hanging off of his waist and stuffed it full of oranges and apples, then looked around. Still nobody has noticed, so he took another bag and did the same thing. Still nobody noticed, but he wasn't satisfied, so he went to the bananas. Once again nobody was paying attention. but he had one problem.... both sacks were full. so he took a couple bananas and tried to fit them in there. It worked... to an extent. but he still wasn't satisfied, so he stuffed a bunch under his shirt, and to his amazement, STILL nobody noticed. Then he spotted the pineapples. Now risk isn't usually one for pineapples, but he was hungry, and he'd take anything. so he took two and stuck them under his shirt, and just as he grabbed the third one, somebody spotted him.* "Hey you! Put back my pineapple!! I'll get you for this!!" *The man sounded PISSED... it appeared he only noticed one being stolen.*
Uhoh... Caught!
*Risk shouted and started running. A couple of bananas and a pineapple flying behind him as he ran. He ran until he began to white out, his legs carrying him as far as they would go. As unattentive as Risk is, he wasn't paying attention AT ALL. He looked up to see if he was in the clear, only to so see a young woman running toward him.*
Nononononono! Stop! Stop!
*He shouted in a panicked voice, and tried to stop, only to run into the young woman, knocking heads with her. Rubbing his head tenderly he heard her shouting at him. And of course, stubborn as he is, he had to retaliate.*
WATCH WHERE YE-UR GOING!?! WATCH WHERE I'M GOING!! Hey, there aint noone followin' me no more now is there?
*Risk looked behind him.*
Kay good, they's gone...
*Risk began to feel real full of himself, so he decided to reveal his trophies. Grinning he held the bags in-front of him.*
Yea, I'm Pretty good at this game...... What was ya runnin' from?
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Post by misery on Nov 28, 2007 12:17:41 GMT -5
Misery rolled her eyes and a slight snarl appeared on her face, 'Oh yeah yous sooo amazin'ly touch ain't ya." she said, sarcasm dripping off of every word. There was something about this kid that really got on her nerves, she was sure it was his cocky attitude and smartass comments. Growling she picked up her three things and stared at him in fury, "Way to go scabber!" she shouted calling him one of the most harsh names in New York language. She stared at her apple as it lie there on the ground, bruised and smashed. Her bananna had been smashed to pieces from a cart that drove by after she fell and worse all but one of her strawberries landed in a puddle near the side of the street. Sighing she felt tears cloud her vision and she picked up the lone strawberry and finally turned her anger upon the boy.
"Who do you tink you are?! So yous stole some food? Does that make you somethin' great? Face it, yous a streetrat! A Scabber! An orphan! A Nobody!" she shouted all her pent up anger finally being released, "At least in Brooklyn we's care about each udha, seems like here yous ain't got no family at all! Not even your friends seem to care!' Her eyes burned bright with fury as she continued to yell, "You may have been da one who got more food but I'm da one whos got a family that cares!" she screamed. "Why do you keep running into my anyways? What do you want from me!?" Her voice shook with the anger as did her entire body. She was sick of being treated like crap by guys who thought they were better than her, standing up, her clothes were soaked with mud and dirt, even a little blood from the scrapes she managed to collect from falling on the ground. She stared at him for a second,
"I was running for the same reason you were, cept...for me it appears I wasted my time." she stood up and began to wipe off the droplets of blood and dirt and suddenly a warm liquid touched her scrape....water....she looked around to find a cloud but there were none...touched her cheek she gasped...she was crying...for the first time in years...she, Antoinette Benten, was crying. Snarling she slammed her hand down against the coblestone street, "Damnit." she swore and continued to get rid of the junk on her.
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Post by siyotsu on Nov 28, 2007 21:47:57 GMT -5
*Risk looked up at Misery with tears brimming in his eyes. She was right.. He had no family... nor any friends really to speak of. Risk stared at her with a blank, hurt expression upon his face.*
Ye-ur right............ I am anobody
*Just then two tears dropped from his face.*
Ya know, ya really know how ta hurt a guy........ How ta hit a guy right here.*Points to his heart* And to think that all i wanted was to ask you to be mine. I guess not. Maybe I'll see ya 'round......... Or not... ye-ur choice. But for the record, I just wanted to ask you to be mine that day under the bridge. But aparantly the flirting wasn't enough fer you to notice. Well.. goodbye I guess... ooh an' 'ere, you can have these..... I don' need 'em....... I don' even deserve 'em, I'm nothing, a nobody. No real point in me keepin' them. I may as well sit under a rock and die fer all any-un cares!
*Risk gave her the bags and began walking in the other direction in tears, then began to run, the white-out effect begun to set in, and he stopped before it took over.. finding a comfortable spot, he sat and cried.. until he cried himself aleep.*
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Post by misery on Nov 29, 2007 22:01:39 GMT -5
Misery sighed and shook her head, so that's all he wanted to ask her. Running a hand through her messy hair she growled and attempted to think about what to do. Suprise took over her as he gave her the food he stole and she stared at him sadly, mouth open. Then he ran, 'Oh not this again.' she said simply before taking off for him. She searched for him for a while and finally saw him lying in the grass not far from the lodging house. Walking up towards him, she held the bag in one hand and her hat in the other. Gently nudging him she sighed, "Listen...can we talk...?" she asked gently. Her voice seemed to soften and she stared at the boy, sliding down next to him she smiled, "Look...I'm not exactly accustomed to having people yell back at me. I didn't mean that, what I said, about you bein' a nobody. I was jus' mad ya know?" she said simply, "I woiked hard to get that food and then it was gone..." She kept her head down as she spoke, she knew he was probably still sleeping but it helped to say something when no one was paying attention.
"Look, as for me being your goil, I ain't exactly much ya know. I mean ders gotta be odda goils out there for ya. I ain't one a dos pretty, smart, poirfect dolls, I'm mean, I'm hard to get too, I ain't sweet at all, I's jus' one a dos goils that ain't never gunna get a guy like you. 'Sides you can do bedda." she whispered softly. Honestly that was how she saw herself, back when she was yelling at him and calling him those names, she never meant him...she meant herself. She was the nobody. Gently placing the bag next to him she sighed, "I ain't dependent on anyone, cause dey never stick around long enough to care." She stood up and looked down at him, "Yous'll find yourself one a dem dolls, but I broke a long time ago, I ain't going back.' Misery put her hands in her pockets and headed for the bridge. She would never admit it but she was secretly pleased he wanted her to be his...but...she couldn't be...Misery may love company, but company only sticks around for so long...
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Post by siyotsu on Nov 30, 2007 23:56:27 GMT -5
As soon as she got up, Risk got up and ran to beat her to the bridge. Stumbling over himself as he ran, quickly regaining balance. This time he allowed the white-out effect to set in. Soon he didn't even know where he was going, only so much as he was going toward the bridge........ and taking a shortcut.
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Post by moira on May 17, 2008 15:39:48 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Moira coughed into her hankercheif, trying to ignore the nasty eye the vendor was giving her. She was looking over the fruit, trying to decide on an apple or an orange. They all cost a bit more than she wanted to spend, but she knew she probably needed some fruit to get rid of this cold, so she was willing to take a chance.
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Post by criol on May 17, 2008 16:42:11 GMT -5
Lanna leaned over and smelled the fruit, grabbed an Orange from the basket and smile over at Moira. She'd come over once she'd seen her, the pair of glasses set on her nose and books were in her arms. "Moira I got a new book from the library--" that was Lanna for you, jumping in. She frowned a little. "Are you-- alright, chere? You look a bit peaked..."
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Post by moira on May 17, 2008 16:57:01 GMT -5
Moira smiled, giving the man money before getting a orange, using her slender fingers to work at the peel. Alanna was her best friend. "Well you went through the other one quite fast, didn't you?" She coughed again and took a bite of the orange, it feeling good on her throat. "Oh I'm fine, Lanna, don't fret on me."
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Post by criol on May 17, 2008 17:19:08 GMT -5
Lanna frowned, but she always worried about Moira ever since that--- well that time last year. "Moira, cher, of course I'm gonna worry." The little French in her inflection was still there but she rarely lapsed into French anymore, to much time around so many different people. Though being around Peem got her to say lass and lad more then she'd ever admit. Paying for her own orange Lanna shrugged her shoulders and blew a golden hank out of her eyes.
"And I did go threw it, so many things to learn Moira I'm up to my neck and I want more. My teacher says I'm not far off from my teaching certification at this rate--"
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Post by arianette on May 17, 2008 17:33:15 GMT -5
"You're just as bad as Sam, you are." Moira shook her head smiling. "I really am fine, it's just a cold. Of course I got it after the allergies...and that head cold." She headed towards a bench, sitting down. She envied Lanna a bit, wishing she could go to school a bit, but reading was enough for her, really. "You'll be a wonderful teacher, Lanna. You've been working so hard."
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Post by moira on May 17, 2008 17:33:47 GMT -5
"You're just as bad as Sam, you are." Moira shook her head smiling. "I really am fine, it's just a cold. Of course I got it after the allergies...and that head cold." She headed towards a bench, sitting down. She envied Lanna a bit, wishing she could go to school a bit, but reading was enough for her, really. "You'll be a wonderful teacher, Lanna. You've been working so hard."
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Post by criol on May 17, 2008 18:04:15 GMT -5
Lanna smiled and then she shook her head, "Moira, cher, I have to worry for you and so does Dodge, he worries because he loves you and so do I..." She touched her friend's hair softly. Moira was taller than she was by a good lot. "And Peem too I'd imagine... you're my best friend, mon cher. It's my duty to fret.." And about being a teacher, she just blushed. It was her dream, her realistic one. She had always wanted to be a teacher or be on stage. Being a teacher she could almost do both..
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Post by moira on May 17, 2008 18:30:14 GMT -5
Moira looked down at Alanna, blushing slightly. "And you're mine. I just...I really don't think anything is wrong with me." She coughed into her red hankrcheif, eating a bit more of an orange. "You going to teach here, or go back home?"
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