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Post by irish on Oct 28, 2006 16:24:14 GMT -5
Irish walked towards the selling corner, and sighed when she looked at the guys. "Be good Gin." She said, patting her terrier mutt. Her bronze hair was tied back, and she stood a good 5 feet.
She continued walking, not at all afraid of a few guys. At the corner she wanted to keep walking, but part of her wanted to stop. She looked at the guys, pretty good looking, especially one of them. It was the one that made her want to stop. "I'm tryin' to find my way around here; anyone know any good places to eat." She asked. Normally she wouldn't ask for directions, and would try to find her way around, but she couldn't help herself.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Oct 30, 2006 4:14:32 GMT -5
"Well, that would depend entirely on how much money you currently have on you." Blaize grinned at her, reaching out lightly toward the dog, but stopped. "Does he bite?" He asked, british accent soft but still there.
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Post by irish on Oct 30, 2006 6:48:44 GMT -5
Irish shook her head, "I wish." She said, rubbing the dog's rump. "Nah, he's almost too kind for my liking." She shook her head, then looked back up to him, "I got enough for a good meal." She said, reaching a hand into her pocket. She felt a few dollars, "Something about 2 dollars." She said. She didn't look him in the eye, but looked more towards him than more at him. She rarely made eye contact, afraid someone would be able to learn too much about her by looking in her eyes.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Oct 30, 2006 13:47:22 GMT -5
"Hmmm." Blaize looked thougtful as he gently scratched the dog before him. "Well, there are a few places you can get a meal at. If we were in Hattan, I'd say Tibbys. But seeing as we are not..." Surprise surprise that the Queens newsie wasn't too familiar with the queens resteraunts. But then again, why should he be? He didnt need to go out to eat.
"Hah, I'm no help." Blaize rubbed the back of his neck ruefully, "Sorry." He noticed she didn't make eye contact with him, but he was too much of a gentleman to ask why.
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Post by newsieontheblock on Oct 30, 2006 14:55:15 GMT -5
Puck looked around as he ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly. Out of the blue he muttered, "My cat is back at the Lodging House." Puck dug his boots into the gravel before saying, "Sorry you reminded that I have to get back to Manhattan later..." Blinking rapidly he continues, "Sorry I had spaced out for a moment!" Puck turns back to Peem and says, "Yeah it is a long story."
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Post by irish on Oct 30, 2006 17:20:46 GMT -5
Irish smiled, "Well, It's easy to see I ran into a smart bunch a guys." She said sarcastically. Gin started licking Blaize's hand. "Gin..." Irish said to him, trying to get him to stop. "Oh, yeah, by the way; the name's Irish." She then picked the front half of the Gin. "And this is Gin." She placed him down, behind her, to keep him from annoying everyone.
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Post by newsieontheblock on Oct 31, 2006 7:11:08 GMT -5
Puck raised his eyebrow questioningly until he finally says, "Ha ha. I can't help that I was dropped on my head from time to time. So what of it?" Puck looked at her as casually as he could. His jaw twitched as it tightened. Trying to look his best at being insulted, yet hiding a smile from her.
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Post by peem on Oct 31, 2006 12:38:36 GMT -5
Peem had been watching casually, and finally spoke. "Molovios. Go there if you want a cheap meal, Irish."
He was quiet sometimes, when the mood suited him.
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Post by irish on Oct 31, 2006 14:55:57 GMT -5
Irish looked at Puck, noticing his jaw twitching and tightening. She was about to say something else when the other guy Spoke up. "I knew all three of you guys couln't be that clueless."
She gave a slight nod to Peem, "Thank you." She turned her head towards back where she came from, then back to the guys, "Um... If one of you could show me the way, I'll get you a drink." She said, trying not to be a real bother. She felt bad asking question after question... and even though she had only asked two, it still seemed like a lot to her. "Unless you're doing something, then I can just wander until I get there."
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Post by brigmal on Nov 8, 2006 15:40:18 GMT -5
*New Plot*
Brigmal walked through, kinda kicking anything in his path. He was a little bored, and was just wandering. He got to the corner and leaned against the wall, just looking around, whistling an old irish tune; The Minstrel Boy.
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Post by delaney on Nov 30, 2006 23:18:41 GMT -5
Delaney walked through the streets, arms folded. As she walked she heard a familiar tune being whistled from up the road. She began to whistle the same tune.
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Post by giselle on Jan 4, 2007 15:59:01 GMT -5
((New day))
Giselle was walking down the road on the way back to her apartment from work. She'd left her dance bag at the theatre and realized it midway home, so she decided she would leave it there. So she'd wear dirty tights one day... it wouldn't kill her. They were usually dirty anyway. She sighed and leaned against the wall of the building on the corner as she thought it out.. should she go back or should she just keep on?
A man whistled at her and she shot him a glance, though she had already been smiling. He came up close to her, too close for comfort. "How much for tonight?" he asked with a smirk. She glared at him... she wasn't any whore!
"Excuse me, sir?" she asked, probably only polite becuase she hadn't really been expecting that. "You heard me... now how much?" he asked. He smelled of alcohol, mostly beer but also a drink she couldn't place. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. "Look, I dont offer those kinds of... services." she said firmly.
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Post by scaper on Jan 5, 2007 19:48:13 GMT -5
Clarence had actually been on the way home. He had watched as the girl leaned up against the building, and an apparently drunk man had approached her. Clarence made his way over, having heard the conversation.
"Excuse me, what seems to be he problem here?" He looked from the girl to the man, the smell of alcohol making him breathe slowly. Clarence was still in his Officers uniform.
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Post by giselle on Jan 6, 2007 18:16:39 GMT -5
Giselle offered a slight smile at the man. "No, officer, I am just trying to convince this sorry excuse for a man that I am not a whore..." she said, sidestepping the man yet again to try to talk to the police officer. She was both surprised and relieved that an officer would have stopped to take the time to deal with this... on every occasion where this had happened previously, either a scene that she had the misfortune to have to watch or an instance where it had happened to her, it was brushed off simply as a domestic disturbance and was typically left alone.
The man straightened up some, though staggering still because of the alcohol. 'Good evening officer." he said, trying to be polite in hopes of not getting on the man's bad side.
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Post by scaper on Jan 6, 2007 20:01:35 GMT -5
Clarence smiled at the young girl "I see." It was all he said before turning to the man.
"Now sir, you're displaying public drunkenness and you are obviously disturbing the peace. I'll let you off this time if you leave here right now. The next time you're anywhere near this area or this fine young lady," he turned to smile at her, " I'll arrest you. Is that clear, sir?" As he was talking he had positioned himself between the girl and the man, just in case.
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