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Post by jackle on Sept 21, 2006 10:29:52 GMT -5
Jackle nodded a goodbye at Isabel and walked over to the girl at the clothes racks. "Might i help you with anything Miss."
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Post by sprite on Sept 21, 2006 10:37:29 GMT -5
She glanced up at him and dropped her hands from the dress quickly as if she had been doing something wrong. "No..."she said. She felt a little embarressed though she didnt know why. "I'm just....looking." she said
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Post by jackle on Sept 21, 2006 13:08:36 GMT -5
"Alright." He smiled. "If ya need anything i'll be behind the counter." He walked back to assume his postion behind the register.
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Post by sprite on Sept 21, 2006 13:30:37 GMT -5
She nodded and smiled to him turning back to the dresses once he walked away. She sighed looking at it again for a moment before walking back over to the hair combs and picking up the butterfly ones and walked over to the counter. "How much for these?" she asked him.
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Post by jackle on Sept 21, 2006 19:31:00 GMT -5
Jackle smiled at her. "That'll be 25 cents."
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Post by sprite on Sept 21, 2006 22:32:10 GMT -5
She nodded and bit her lip diggin into her pocket. She pulled out some coins and then grinned. "here ya go."She passed him the correct change.
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Post by jackle on Sept 22, 2006 19:19:42 GMT -5
Jackle smiled. "Thank ya miss and have a nice day." He handed her her the combs.
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Post by sprite on Sept 23, 2006 13:50:16 GMT -5
"thank you."She smiled as she took them and headed for the door glancing one last time at teh dressed befor leaving.
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Post by Skittery on Sept 26, 2006 15:37:05 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Skittery walked in looking as foul mooded as usual. His hat was pulled low to avoid recognition because, well sometimes he just hated talking to people. He looked around the store a bit counting change in his hand. Fact was he was in need of a shit, there were only so many holes and patch jobs one could withstand.
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Post by jackle on Sept 27, 2006 17:14:29 GMT -5
Jackle walked up to the boy. "Might I help you with anything sir." He looked at the boys shirt. "Ahh what size might ya be sir."
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Post by Skittery on Sept 27, 2006 20:24:45 GMT -5
((*slaps face* i wrote shit instead of shirt! that really amuses me haha sorry bout that))
Skittery looked up somewhat surprised by being called 'sir' while he looked so dingy. "What?" he asked dumbly before relizing he already knew what he was there for. "How much is one first?" He said with some sass "Its gotta be worth skippin' dinner an' lunch.."
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Post by jackle on Oct 2, 2006 12:32:16 GMT -5
Jackle chuckled. "About 1 to 3 dollars but seein' as you are a newsie Ise can give ya a discount." He was still waiting for him to tell him what size he was. He liked the newsies. "What color would ya like cause that also depends on how much the shirt is. and the style as well."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 2, 2006 13:14:39 GMT -5
Skittery eyed him a minute then sighed throwing one arm up. "Fine...I don't really got a choice.." He motioned to the shoulder which was a mess of sloppy patch jobs, obviously done by himself. "Whatevers cheapest...an' nothin' pink I already get enough 'bout that..." He grumbled. The union suit sleeves were showing as his shirt sleeves were rolled up halfway. "Size medium I thinks.." ((yeah i have No idea how means shirts are sized...))
After a moment of silence and raised an eyebrow. "Discount fer newsies? Thats a first...why?"
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Post by jackle on Oct 4, 2006 12:21:24 GMT -5
Jackle smiled pulling a white shirt off the rack and handing it to him. "Because i'm a newsie too." Was his reply to the question. "Try it on see how you like." He pointed Skitts over to a small dressing room.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 5, 2006 12:54:58 GMT -5
"oh.." Skittery took the shirt and smiled - wasn't quiet expecting the shop hand to be a newsie as well. He took the shirt and disappeared for a moment to try it on, it fit him well enough and he walked back to Jackle, still wearing the merchandise. "Ain't got much of a choice so I'll take it.." He shrugged, not quite wanting to part with his money for clothing when he could be buying a hot meal, "Skittery, by the way, one of Kelly's boys."
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