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Post by Prince on Jul 25, 2007 4:58:43 GMT -5
Everything from Malted Milk Balls to Malts and Milkshakes. All sorts of sweets and chocolates, ice cream, soda, and everything for a sweet tooth.
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Post by Avalanche on Nov 28, 2007 1:15:56 GMT -5
Avalanche ducked into the candy shop. Sure... it smelled great in here! But the thing was... he wasn't all that hungry. There was nasty snow comin' down outside, and he just wanted to come in here for a bit. He wanted it to calm down before he ventured out again. In the mean time he started to walk around the shelves, looking for something sweet to eat. Might as well, while he was here.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 28, 2007 1:21:13 GMT -5
Lucky had been hiding out from the snow, she had her pack of smokes sitting on a shelf and she was trying to dry them and growling because it was her last pack and she was doomed without anymore. She glared, she was down to her last dime, there was talk of some gambling she could get into but with Sneaks vanished somewhere she wasn't sure he'd be alright with her running off and getting involved.
She blew her hair out of her eyes and looked around a bit, this stank.
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Post by Avalanche on Nov 28, 2007 1:29:09 GMT -5
Avalanche caught sight of the girl at the table, attempting to get some cigarettes to dry. "You look a bit ticked," he said with a smirk. He came up beside her and offered her two cigarettes. "I'll trade ya... two of mine... for two of yours... deal?" he asked.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 28, 2007 1:31:05 GMT -5
She blinked up at him, that good old Brooklyn cynicism settling over her. "Are you mad? What's the catch?"Two perfectly good dry cigs, for two sopping wet ones? He was either a lunatic or thinking he was going to get something from her.
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Post by Avalanche on Nov 28, 2007 1:35:50 GMT -5
He shrugged. "Well... if you don't want 'em... you dun hafta take 'em," he said with a shrug. "Just an offer..." he looked back to her... hard shell kinda girl huh? Must be a Brooklyn native. "Ya want 'em or not?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 28, 2007 1:42:21 GMT -5
She raised a brow, giving him that look. That you have to be insane look before she held out her cigs, waving for him to hand over his two. "I want em, I want em, hand em over.." she was muttering, her need for smokes over riding. If he wanted anything, she'd hit him with the chair she sat on.
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Post by Avalanche on Nov 28, 2007 1:45:47 GMT -5
He chuckled and took her two soaked cigarettes and pocketed them, and handed her two dry ones. "You from around here?" he asked as he pulled out a dry book of matches too, incase she needed those as well. Chances were if her cigs were junk so were her matches.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 28, 2007 1:50:41 GMT -5
She reached out and snatched the matches like a pro, quick hands practiced in gambling halls before she lit her cig, tossing the matches back. "Aye, though I suppose I grew up all over Brooks and 'hattan.. but Brooks is my home." Has been, there will always be a part of her in Brooks, a part of her that was brooks.
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Post by Avalanche on Nov 28, 2007 1:58:32 GMT -5
He pocketed the matches again and sat down at the table beside her. "Sounds good ta me. M'name's Avalanche," he said offering a hand to her... though he wasn't entirely sure she'd accept a hand shake, he figured it was at very least worth a shot.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 28, 2007 2:03:34 GMT -5
She stared at his hand, "Are you for real?" she asked with a half smirk, she shook her head and took a drag from her smoke, letting the smoke calm her. "They call me Lucky.."
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Post by Avalanche on Nov 28, 2007 2:10:22 GMT -5
He took his hand back. Didn't think she'd accept it just yet. "No... I'm completely fake... but it's nice to meet you lucky," he said nodding in respect to her. "How long you been around Brooklyn?" he wondered why they didn't know eachother.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 28, 2007 2:15:24 GMT -5
She frowned as she thought about that, why did he care? But whatever worked, he'd given her smokes she owed him that much. "I lived here most of my life, grew up in the slums not far from here.. moved away for awhile and then came back. Live at the lodging house with my cat..." And want to move out with boyfriend.. if boyfriend ever comes back.
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Post by Avalanche on Nov 28, 2007 2:21:59 GMT -5
Oh that was why, she wasn't always a newsie. That would explain it. "I see..." he said with a smirk. He leaned back in the chair a little bit. He was trying to figure her out. What made her so defensive... what ws it that made her want to keep her gaurd up. Why was she so rough... wait that was easy... she's from Brooklyn. Not that he wanted to pry, he knew better than to venture into someone's past. He blinked and thought for a moment. "So, I assume you like Brooklyn then," he said.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 28, 2007 2:28:37 GMT -5
She raised another brow and nodded, "Aye. It's my home. Always has been.."
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