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Post by chance on Sept 3, 2008 21:33:57 GMT -5
"Gives me a little faith in the world," Chance said softly, tossing the apple core on the ground beside them, determined to pick it up and dispose of it later once they got up to leave. He watched with interest as Peem's face radiated at the mention of his brother and he felt a nostalgic tug on his own heart as he thought of his niece and nephew left behind in California. "I'm sure he appreciates that, or will some day. You're a good brother, Peem."
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Post by peem on Sept 3, 2008 21:36:10 GMT -5
Peem grinned. "Hell, you haven't met him yet--I could be really mean to him for all you know." He shrugged, running a hand through his golden hair. "...so do you have a story Chance?" He put up his hands. "You don't have to tell me, honest--I'm just a curious little Scot."
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Post by chance on Sept 3, 2008 21:49:44 GMT -5
"Everyone has a story I suppose," Chance considered for a moment, looking away from Peem before pulling off his hat and running his fingers through his hair, mussing it thoroughly. "Grew up out West with my family and then things got...messy. I decided it was probably just better for everyone, myself included, if I left, so that's what I did. Spent three years working my way across the country. Ended up here sometime last year and been dirtying up these streets ever since." He flashed Peem an easy grin then, shrugging his shoulders lightly.
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Post by peem on Sept 3, 2008 21:55:52 GMT -5
"Shame." Peem shrugged. "But are you happy? Or I guess...more happy than you think you would be if you had stayed?" He smiled. "I'm sure your life is a lot harder...but if you are able to be happy, to be yourself a bit at least; its something, isn't it?" He really didn't judge people. He was lucky that his mother and brother accepted him for who he was; but he knew many that weren't that lucky.
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Post by chance on Sept 3, 2008 21:58:24 GMT -5
"Without a doubt," Chance replied immediately, rubbing his hands over his thighs, thinking back on the life he left behind. He was hungrier now, thinner, dirtier, but he was able to be who he was, and that's what mattered most. "They couldn't accept who I was, wanted me to bury it and follow the path they'd set out for me before I was even born." Chance turned to look at Peem, found his eyes and held his gaze for a moment. "That's not who I am."
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Post by peem on Sept 3, 2008 22:00:07 GMT -5
Peem nodded. "Ah...so you were rich." He smirked. "Most richboys would have run back by now--glad you have some soul and merit within you. You have more heart than you probably would have been given if you'd stayed." His golden eyes glittered for a moment as he blushed, looking away. Bad, bad. No.
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Post by chance on Sept 3, 2008 22:06:32 GMT -5
"No use in going back to a place you're not wanted and that you don't want to be," Chance replied, catching the look in Peem's eyes that sent a twist through his stomach. He tore his gaze away from the other man and stared instead at the ground beneath their feet. Had he....no. No. "I learned early on that I can't be something I'm not. I might be cold and wet and alone...but at least I'm me."
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Post by peem on Sept 5, 2008 17:57:36 GMT -5
"Well, I'm glad you see that." Peem grinned lopsidedly. "But still, having a roof over yoru head--why haven't you thought about selling papers?" He shrugged. "I mean, they have a place you can sleep at least."
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Post by chance on Sept 5, 2008 20:57:12 GMT -5
"I've thought about it," Chance replied, grinning a little at Peem in response. "But selling isn't my strong suit. With my art, I can let it do the talking..." He drifted and then shrugged, Chance wasn't a chatty sort by nature, in fact he couldn't remember the last time he'd talked to someone as much as he had been talking to Peem...at least not about the personal details of his life.
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Post by peem on Sept 6, 2008 14:27:33 GMT -5
Peem nodded. "But..." he shrugged. "Living on the streets has to be hard." He put up a hand, laughing embarassedly. "But what do I know. I'm not trying to tell you anything, really." He fingered his bag. "Look, do you want to come back with me? We can get you a bath, and I can make sure my mom can cook for 4."
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Post by chance on Sept 6, 2008 19:04:21 GMT -5
"I get by," Chance replied with a smile, aimed to put Peem more at ease. He didn't mind Peem's questions, he'd gotten them before, but something about the way Peem asked them, made Chance not mind answering. He paused at Peem's last question, the offer of a bath and a belly full of warm food was tantalizing and irresistible. "If you're sure that wouldn't be a problem....that would be real nice," He said softly, dropping his gaze away and staring at the ground.
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Post by peem on Sept 7, 2008 21:26:29 GMT -5
Peem smiled and stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder, offering his hand to Chance. "Well then, we best get going, then." He didn't really care what Chance had been before her got here, or what he had to do to live on the streets. Peem judged him by what he really was--the man inside. His family would as well.
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Post by chance on Sept 8, 2008 10:43:51 GMT -5
Chance looked at Peem's offered hand, considering it for a moment before sliding his inside of it and allowing the other man to pull him up. Kindness wasn't something that Chance had come by easily, usually shoved aside and forgotten by most of society, but this man was looking at him, really looking at him, and it touched Chance to know that. "Thanks Peem." He flashed him a smile, then pulled on the brim of his hat. "Lead the way."
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