|
|
Post by salene on Feb 9, 2007 12:00:35 GMT -5
Salene blinked, realizing she'd said something that she shouldn't have she sighed and touched the girl's hand. "This Deliah girl, she's been watching over you lot awhile.." She nodded, she really could see that. There was a girl watching over the sisters and she felt the same thing around Murder. She moved back, "So, you think they'd pay me nice coin to read their palms?" she asked changing the subject. "Think they would really like to hear it all..?"
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Feb 9, 2007 12:06:59 GMT -5
Murder flashed her a quick smile. "I know...I just miss her. More than anything. I know she's still around." She chuckled. "...I do believe they would. We used to have a pretty gypsy girl who read cards...she was always busy."
|
|
|
|
Post by salene on Feb 10, 2007 0:03:07 GMT -5
Salene propped her chin on her hand and tapped her finger against her bottom lip as she thought about this possibility. "Hnn.. I'll have to think about it. I'm selective about the palms I read.." Which was true, since she tended to see a bit more then was there in the lines.
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Feb 10, 2007 0:13:19 GMT -5
Murder smirked. "More selective, more you get to charge as well..since your readings will become a premium..." She chuckled, always the one for money schemes.
|
|
|
|
Post by salene on Feb 10, 2007 0:36:37 GMT -5
Salene watched the girl and a quick smile crossed her face, "Are you sure you're not part gypsy?"
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Feb 10, 2007 13:07:32 GMT -5
Murder chuckled. "...no. Mob daughter." Her eyes flashed. "Not too much difference. Family. Money. Rules. Mystic."
|
|
|
|
Post by salene on Feb 10, 2007 20:45:20 GMT -5
Salene chuckled a bit and finished off her third slice, "Only difference is the motivation. Mobsters tend to want to own the land.. and my people.. think it belongs to everyone.. " She smiled a bit. "The bane of the nomadic life.."
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Feb 11, 2007 10:59:14 GMT -5
Murder smirked. "Ah, yes...that is a grand difference. WE take what we can...and rape it if we can." She shrugged. "...I'm not my father."
|
|
|
|
Post by salene on Feb 11, 2007 15:32:38 GMT -5
"I didn't think you were, " Salene responded. "You are more gypsy then mobster.."
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Feb 11, 2007 21:43:23 GMT -5
Murder smiled. "Thank you...thats a great compliment coming from a grand gypsy as yourself." There was sincerity in her voice.
|
|
|
|
Post by salene on Feb 12, 2007 0:40:47 GMT -5
Slene chuckled, "That's a grand compliment in itself." She smiled a bit and looked around them a moment. "I hear an illness as hit the city.." And historically at least she hadn't blown into town earlier. She might have gotten blamed.
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Feb 13, 2007 8:38:47 GMT -5
Murder nodded. "Tuberculousis...its taking out people left and right." She sighed. "Lucas has it...but he's a strong and stubborn bugger--nothing is going to happen to him.." She chuckled lightly. "...I all honesty I should be with him..but sometimes he gets all pouty and stubborn about things."
|
|
|
|
Post by salene on Feb 13, 2007 14:22:53 GMT -5
Salene chuckled, "Well here's to small favors. That stubbornness will save his hide I'm sure." She took a drink from her glass of water. "If you need to go to him, we can get together some other time.." This was possibly one of the few times, Salene had someone to talk to that she didn't feel wasn't a waste of air.
|
|
|
|
Post by muder on Feb 13, 2007 16:07:50 GMT -5
Murder smirked. "It's saved him more than once already." She shook her head. "I left him sleeping...there is some food in the apartment...I'm sure he'll be fine for another half hour or so.." She chuckled. "...unless you have somewhere to go."
|
|
|
|
Post by salene on Feb 14, 2007 2:35:50 GMT -5
Salene laughed, "I've got no where to be. Though I'll eventually have to find somewhere to sleep, it's winter here and I'm not sure I'd survive sleeping in the train yards.." She smiled and took a drink from her water, she grinned. She could always sneak into one of those lodging houses..
|
|
