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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2007 1:59:55 GMT -5
Hungry? Come on in and get some cuts. You can take a seat and eat at the tables that are provided inside.
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Post by chizzle on Dec 1, 2007 15:44:07 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Chizzle sat at a table in the corner of the Deli, munching happily on his recently acquired sandwich. He had a free day to himself, where he could do just about anything he wanted. Next to him sat a thick book of white paper, filled with sketches, drawings and blueprints.
He wasn't working, and was quite fond of company when he wasn't in his shop. But when he was working, or if he was sketching or making calculations, it was best not to bug him. He flipped the thick sketch book closed and propped his feet up onto the chair in front of him. He hoped someone would join him, as he would enjoy someone to talk to.
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Post by 8chips on Dec 1, 2007 15:57:17 GMT -5
"Hey twich" 8chips said to the boy. "Oh, Im soo sorry I-I ummm just thought you were someone else, sorry I bothered you, or something like that" 8chips had had kind of an off day all morning.
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Post by chizzle on Dec 2, 2007 7:48:17 GMT -5
Chizzle raised his eyebrows, "Its no problem...You in a hurry? You wanna sit down?" he asked, removing his feet from the chair in front of him. Company was welcome at this point and Chizzle liked talking to people. He hoped he wouldn't scare her away though by asking if she wanted to sit with him - as he was a complete stranger to her.
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Post by 8chips on Dec 3, 2007 15:28:56 GMT -5
"Oh, well umm al-alright" 8chips pushed her hair behind her ear, she was kind of surprised, but gingerly sat down. "soooo, well then, uh" she stumbled for something to say "Oh, right, I'm 8chips" she stuck her hand out, drew it back, and then stuck it out again, she couldn't ever make up her mind.
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Post by chizzle on Dec 4, 2007 7:17:15 GMT -5
Chizzle smiled at her, "It's ok, I dont bite." he sai winking at her.
He grasped her out stretched hand in his worn and callused one, and said, "Nice to meet ya 8chips. My names Chizzle." he said kindly.
He looked at her trying to figure out how old she was. Maybe 13..? 14..? Maybe it was best to ask. "How old are ya 8chips? Do you work?" he asked, trying to make conversation.
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Post by 8chips on Dec 4, 2007 15:38:25 GMT -5
"oh, right, um, I'm 14" She said again, pushing her hair back, "And I'm a newsie, a Brooklyn newsie to be exact, and what about you got a job, Chizzle?" She wasn't really used to common kindness, and the whole the was out of the blue.
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Post by chizzle on Dec 4, 2007 16:59:26 GMT -5
Chizzle smiled warmly at her again. He was right - 14.
"Yeah - I work over at the carpentry shop in Queens. Only one there - cant miss it. I own the joint. The owner died when I was 16ish...And Ive still got it today, 3 years later - and its still mine." he said in answer to her question, not trying to be cocky - but to inform her of the reason he owned it. He had no idea why he was telling her that - It just seemed the thing to do a the time.
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Post by 8chips on Dec 5, 2007 15:29:44 GMT -5
"Oh, really? Should have guess it just from the name. My father used to be a Carpenter, he used to carve me little ponies out of scrap wood" 8chips said with a grin.
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Post by chizzle on Dec 5, 2007 16:23:46 GMT -5
Chizzle smiled at this bit of information and said, "You should stop by the shop some time - Maybe I'll carve you a pony." he said with a wink. "No charge - A gift to you." he added - knowing that this girl most likely wouldn't want to come and buy a pony when her dad would give them to her. So, as a token of friendship, Chizzle would give her one of the small ones that hadn't been sold yet.
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Post by 8chips on Dec 6, 2007 15:31:05 GMT -5
"ha, maybe, I will." She said letting her grin spread across her face. "so, are you any good, at carpentry I mean, I don't think I'd be good for it at all!" she said with a laugh.
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Post by chizzle on Dec 6, 2007 16:47:47 GMT -5
Chizzle laughed wit her, "Well, you gotta have a whole lot of patience...And it pays off when youve been instructed by da best of da best." he said winking. "So," he continued, "Yeah - I guess I am pretty good at. Else I wouldn't have me own shop, would I?" he said grinning at her.
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Post by 8chips on Dec 7, 2007 15:29:08 GMT -5
"When then, I suppose not, do you live all on your lonesome?" She asked, suddenly not suer if this was the right thing to ask. "Oh, um, I mean.. nothing, I mean nothing" she stuttered.
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Post by chizzle on Dec 7, 2007 18:12:15 GMT -5
"Hey, its ok." he said as the girl, 8chips, stuttered, thinkings that she had asked a bit of a TOO personal question. "Yeah - It's just me in my little apartment above the store." he said quietly. He stared down at his half eaten sandwich and thought for a moment; He WAS alone... He had been since he was 16. He'd never had a girl in his life - he had always been to busy - but those times were about to change. He was hiring help - and now would have a little bit more time on his hands.
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Post by 8chips on Dec 15, 2007 9:20:49 GMT -5
"Oh, well umm, me too!" 8chips said with a smile, "Well, actually, me brother is with me a lot though" 8chip let her grin spread all over her face.
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