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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 26, 2006 8:50:50 GMT -5
Eating the rest of his slice, he reached over and poked her in the side of the head to get her attention, ruffling her hair lightly. It was his way of letting her know without words, that it was all right. He lightly tapped her nose, and held up his own card he had made for just this purpose.
'Smile'
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Post by muder on Jul 26, 2006 8:58:10 GMT -5
Murder lightly bapped him on the head for ruffling her hair. She was straightening it when she saw his card and grinned in spite of herself. Damn you, Ace She smirked and held up her "___ you" Card and laughed.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 26, 2006 8:59:30 GMT -5
He chuckled, holding out his hand, silently. we do this together? His face was serious, but there was a sparkle in his eye that hadn't been there a moment before. He wanted to help her, he truly did, if there was anything to help her with.
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Post by muder on Jul 26, 2006 9:10:34 GMT -5
Murder put her hand in his and shook it firmly. They were a team. If she was willing to help him, she had to accept that he wanted to help her. She also thought he deserved to know her whole past for what he just told her, but she just couldn't.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 26, 2006 9:15:59 GMT -5
He grinned, pushing the last piece of the small pizza at her. "Eat up." He said gently, head cocked slightly to the side. He wanted to know her whole story, but he realized that would happen in time, if it happened at all. It didn't really matter....He had friends who would help him, and he realized that, maybe... He had a problem.
He had so many people behind him... And that was a risky move indeed. He thought briefly of just calling the whole thing off, but knew that would shatter many a person's trust in him. Besides...
"...You might as well fight. I will not allow you to do this alone....brothers don't do that to eachother."
He couldn't very well do that to Sneaks again, now could he?
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Post by muder on Jul 26, 2006 9:27:46 GMT -5
Murder rolled her eyes and ate it happily. It wasn't five star cuisine, but it was damn good. Seeing that he was losing himself in thought again, she snapped her fingers in front of his face, shaking her head. She held up three fingers and made a sort of sword flurish, a small smile on her face. He wasn't about to get away with doing this alone.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 26, 2006 9:29:15 GMT -5
Ace came back to reality with a blink, watching her make her little threat. He raised his hand and drew it across his own throat. Im not stupid. You all would kill me
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Post by muder on Jul 26, 2006 9:38:05 GMT -5
Murder sighed, blowing her hair out of her face, shaking her head. She would kill him if he did that, but that wasnt what she meant. Sometimes her hand gestures didn't work, and she simply wrote down on a sheet of paper. "Three Musketeers."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 26, 2006 9:39:15 GMT -5
Ace made a little 'o' with his mouth. "Okay, im witcha. Sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck. Well he couldn't understand her all the time, no matter what. Sometimes things got lost in translation, as it were.
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Post by muder on Jul 26, 2006 9:56:03 GMT -5
Murder put a hand to her chest and shook her head, as if to say it was her fault. She knew she was difficult to deal with at times, but this was the way she was. It wasn't going to change anytime soon.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 26, 2006 9:57:48 GMT -5
Ace just shook his own head, "Not your fault, either. I just need a little more practice in reading you...no biggie." He winked, "I'll get bettah, dont worry about it."
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Post by muder on Jul 26, 2006 10:07:58 GMT -5
Murder smirked and nodded. This was the most animated she had been since she left her father's. After finishing her glass of wine, she shrugged. What now?
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 26, 2006 10:09:28 GMT -5
He leaned back in his chair, sipping at the rest of his own drink. "I dunno, really...Its still early, i doubt the kids would have all headed back just yet." Ace always had a habit of calling his newsies, his kids.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Aug 30, 2006 9:47:46 GMT -5
((New Day))
"Hey Aqua, we've got some dirty dishes at table two." Someone yelled, and Cheater emerged from the warm kitchen, mumbling to herself about nicknames.
Walking over to table two, she picked up the dirty dishes, making sure to smile at the customer before leaving. Just as she did so, one of the other employees exited, yelling over her shoulder for "Aqua" to waitress.
They aren't paying me enough for this...
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Post by nicky on Aug 30, 2006 20:34:30 GMT -5
Nick sat at a table with one of the butter knives in his hand. He tapped the tip of it gently and lightly on the table. He was scouting. Looking for someone who would be interested in making an extra buck. He was looking for a newsie, but he was always willing to take an employee as well. He kept his eyes open for any potential "investments."
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