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Post by Isabela on Sept 12, 2006 22:33:00 GMT -5
"Isabela," she said pronouncing it in the spanish accent she had, once again making it sound like "Ee-saw-bell-ah" "Very pleased to meet you Lucky," though it was hard for her to say, since they didn't have that 'u' in the Spanish. So it sounded more like "Looky," she giggled at her mispronunciation. "I'm sorry," she said as she spun to the music.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 12, 2006 22:44:11 GMT -5
Lucky's smiled widened. ".. how 'bout Miranda.." she said with a chuckle, she figured that would be easier to say and she honestly didnt' mind the girl knowing her real name. It was nice to know that someone could put it on her tombstone, instead of, that girl in the hat.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 12, 2006 23:57:13 GMT -5
"Miranda, beautiful," she said with a nod. And when Isabela said it, it did sound rather pretty. "Very pleased to meet you Miranda." She turned to her two brothers. "Ale! Ale!" she said urging them on. The song was too slow for her liking, so the boys stepped it up a notch. "Fantastico!" she said nodding before she spun around and kept in time to the quick music.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 13, 2006 0:04:08 GMT -5
Lucky smiled and let the music sweep her away, she liked the fast beats and Isabella had been right. It was in her blood, to dance and get swept up in the music.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 13, 2006 0:24:36 GMT -5
The song continued on for several minutes the two girls dancing and twirling as if they were professionals, and had done it all their lives. It was natural for them, and they were good at it. The two of them working together did a very good job and made more money than just Isabela herself had done. But that was no surprise. The more you had the more money you'd make, so it was a profitable afternoon for everyone. But Isabela soon motioned for the song to end, and not long after it did.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 13, 2006 16:15:09 GMT -5
Lucky smiled and dropped to a sitting position right where she had been standing. She leaned back on her elbows and tired to catch her breath. She was flushed from the excitment and she'd been enjoying herself more then she had in a long time. And she told Isabella as much then smiled at the girl's brothers and slipped very easily into Italian before she shook her head. ".. Tanks for da music.. I ain't had dat much fun in a long, long time.."
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Post by Isabela on Sept 13, 2006 20:24:37 GMT -5
"You're most welcome," she said nodding with a smile to her. "You're always welcome to come and see me. I have a tent. Coney Island, in Brooklyn!" she said. "You can also come and dance with me any time you like. You're a good dancer," she said nodding to her a soft smile playing across her lips.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 13, 2006 22:59:13 GMT -5
Lucky nodded. ".. I'd like dat. I was told once by an old fortune tellah you can tell you're futuah by readin' playin' cards. You think you could teach me?" she tilted her head idolly to the side, thinking about getting closer to her roots. She had the gambling thing from her dad, she wished she had soemthing from her mother. Maybe Isabella could help her that way.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 13, 2006 23:29:53 GMT -5
"Claro que si!" she said nodding enthusiastically. "I mean... of course," she said laughing now. "I'm sorry, I slip into spanish every so often. I would be happy to teach you to read cards. But it takes a lot of time, and a lot of effort, and you have to memorize a lot of things. But it's well worth it," she said with a soft smile. "Any time you want to learn just come and find me."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 13, 2006 23:40:17 GMT -5
Lucky nodded with a smile. Telling fortunes with the cards her father had taught her to gamble with. It would unite her parents in her mind. She jumped to her feet. ".. sounds good. I'm stayin' in Queens right now, I'll come see you tomorrow. If dats okay? Ise got some stuff ta do.." Get some food.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 14, 2006 12:22:13 GMT -5
"That will be perfectly fine. Remember, Coney Island, Brooklyn. My tent faces north," she added with a knowing smile. "You're welcome to come and see me any time, day or night. And I imagine that I'll be here every so often as well attempting to make some money dancing," she shapped her fingers a few times simulating the dance movements. She laughed again and waved to her. "Very nice to meet you Miranda."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 14, 2006 13:22:39 GMT -5
Lucky waved from across the street as she ran off, ".. Nice ta meet you to Isabella. I'll come see ya soon!" Unfortunatly she'd left her hat on the street corner where she'd set it down.
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Post by Isabela on Sept 14, 2006 21:56:47 GMT -5
Isabela waved back and saw the hat that Lucky had left behind. She picked it up and handed it to her brother Victor. "Esto es Miranda. Recuérdeme volverlo a ella." (Which means 'This is Miranda's. Remind me to return it to her.' )
"Sí" Victor said and took the hat and placed it in his back pocket. (Yes)
"Tocamos rápidamente, por favor?" (Play fast please?)
"Sí!" Carlos said with a quick nod as he started a fast paced song and Isabela began to dance again.
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Post by loveforlife on Sept 30, 2006 16:57:38 GMT -5
((New Day))
Trigger walked down the streets in Queens. Taking in everything. He rarely came to Queens, but it was a nice place. He walked at a steady pace, hands in his pockets.
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Post by lilshrimp on Oct 4, 2006 23:24:51 GMT -5
Shrimp wandered around, confused about what he was doing there in the first place. He was supposed to get things for Nicholas..He hadn't been doingso well lately but of course the fearless leader didn't seem to understand that. He was just a kid but Nick didn't understand that either. The man scared him..out of his wits for that matter. He wanted a new life but had no idea where to find one. He sighed, looking around for some answers..findnig a gypsy nearby.
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