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Post by fancy on Aug 16, 2006 15:48:16 GMT -5
She raised her eyebrows. "Really? So your not hopless..." she laughed. "And what did you think of... I got nothin'!" she smiled, kissing his neck lightly.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 16, 2006 15:51:01 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, "Aiden...if its a boy." He chuckled, realizing he was a hopeless romantic, and he could really care less. "And Aisling if its a girl."
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Post by fancy on Aug 16, 2006 15:56:07 GMT -5
She thought for a moment. "Aiden and Aisling..." she smiled. "I like them... okay we've got ourselves a plan... so we won't be having to call our child 'hey kid' for any lenght of time..." she giggled, knowing he was a hopless romantic.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 17, 2006 4:50:04 GMT -5
"Thank God for small mercies." He teased, kissing her forehead as he carried her toward the apartment. "How're things while i was away, love?" He asked lightly. "Anythin i should know of, in particular?"
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Post by fancy on Aug 17, 2006 10:01:36 GMT -5
She thought for a moment, she hadn't been out much when he was away. "Theres not much to report... i mean i slept through most of the last few weeks." she told him honestly. "I talked to Cheater, helped Avalanche move something and had a little heart to heart with Dusty. But other than that i spent most of my time on the couch or my bunk or your bed... just sleeping." she told him, she was getting more and more tired as the days went on, but what would you expect. "You may want to ask someone who has a life that question..." she smiled, reaching a hand up to play with a piece of his hair, but taking it back in annoyance when it wasn't in its normal spot.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 11, 2006 10:13:36 GMT -5
<New Day>
Being a gypsy, reading cards was not Isabela's only skill. Infact, today she was on the corner of Myrtle avenue, along with her two brothers, Carlos and Victor. Victor had a guitar which he played in a quick rhythem, and Carlos played a forward flute. Isabela, in the mean time, had a tamborine in one hand and finger cymbals in the other. While the three of them made music she spun in cirlces and danced. Infront of them was a cooking pot in which was about a total of three dollars at the current time, well about three dollars and ten cents as a man walked by and tossed in a dime. Isabela waved to him and he tipped his hat in return before continuing on his way. It was beuaitufl weather for dancing, and Isabela was, honestly, enjoying herself.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 11, 2006 17:30:29 GMT -5
Lucky sat by and watched the preformence. Isabella reminded her of her mother in a strange way. She pulled the bowler hat tighter around her head as she watched. Wondering where the pickpockets were while the dancing was going on. She scanned the crowd, and made herself comfortable against the wall. Her mother had been a gypsy, her father used to talk about her all the time. With a vague smile she watched Isabella and thought of the mother she couldn't remember.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 11, 2006 18:25:03 GMT -5
Isabela gave a twirl and as she did she saw Lucky watching her and she smiled to the young girl. She added a wave to her into her dance as she spun around and motioned for the boys to end their song. They got the message and thirty seconds over the song stopped. The surrounding cloud clapped a little but mostly continued on walking towards their destinations, some throwing money into the soup pot that was sitting in front of the gypsies. The family decided to just take five for a moment and Isabela sat down to rest for a moment. The boys rested their mouths in the mean time. Isabela glanced up and waved at the girl again.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 11, 2006 19:33:30 GMT -5
Lucky shrugged and walked over, sitting down next to the girl who made her look mousey by comparison. She pulled her hat down a little more and looked at her threw, calm sea green eyes. ".. hello.." she said softly. She was normally a big talker, but the girl looked so much like her mom it was almost scary.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 11, 2006 21:50:28 GMT -5
"Hola," Isabela said with a spanish accent. "I saw you watching across the street. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, do you dance?" she asked the girl. Her brothers in the mean time were sitting behind her and talking amungst themselves in fluent spanish.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 11, 2006 22:33:52 GMT -5
Lucky shurgged a bit, her soft green eyes watching the other girl. ".. a bit.. my mama.. she used to dance.. and sing like you.." she wasn't sure why she said anything at all to the other girl, but being who she was she never took something back once it came out of her mouth. ".. my mama was from Romania.. a Romani Gypsy..."
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Post by Isabela on Sept 11, 2006 23:10:46 GMT -5
"Oooh, so I suppose watching me sing and dance reminds you of her?" she said with a soft smile. "Perfectly understandable." She stood up again. "If you'd like you can dance with me. I'd accept the company. You can play the tamborine if you'd like as well... I'm sure you'd be good at it. It's in your blood after all."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 11, 2006 23:20:01 GMT -5
Lucky nodded at the girl before she stood up, pulling her hat off her head allowing her thick choclate colored curls to fall around her shoulders. Her hat kept them hidden from view so she could pass for a boy, though she was fooling herself. She didn't look much like a boy at all.
".. I'd like dat.." she said, a small smile gracing her lips. "..I'd like dat a lot.."
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Post by Isabela on Sept 12, 2006 12:28:53 GMT -5
Isabela couldn't hide her smile as she stood up again. She handed the girl the tamborine. "Just feel the music. Enjoy the dance! Don't feel any pressure, have fun," she said as she slipped her finger cymbols onto her hand. "Victor, Carolos! Musica por favor," she said smiling to her brothers which meant "Music please."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 12, 2006 19:04:39 GMT -5
Lucky had always loved music, she grinned at the other girl and picked up the beat of the song. ".. m'name's Lucky.." she said looking at the tasmberine a bit, she shook it, finding she liked the sound.
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