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Post by ambereen on Dec 15, 2006 20:37:28 GMT -5
"Figuratively or literally?" Blink winked at her, chuckling as he placed the hat back in his pocket. He was any age he chose, really.
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Post by moira on Dec 15, 2006 21:58:16 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes and shoved him, laughing. "...Figuratively you ass." She giggled.
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Post by ambereen on Dec 16, 2006 23:52:58 GMT -5
"Well, you see..." Blink laughed as she shoved him, a hand on the step he sat on. "I am any age I choose, milady."
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Post by moira on Dec 18, 2006 1:17:01 GMT -5
Moira snorted and leaned back. "...well you walking me back home, or do you need me to tuck you in?"
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Post by ambereen on Dec 18, 2006 12:04:44 GMT -5
Blink chuckled and stood on the steps, hand held out to her. "Waling you back home sounds good to me."
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Post by moira on Dec 18, 2006 13:07:03 GMT -5
Moira smirked. "So...you're playin' an adult tanight." She took his hand, standing up, brushing her skirt off.
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Post by frenchie on Dec 24, 2006 19:27:10 GMT -5
New Day
Frenchie hoisted herself up to sit on the stairs' railing. She swung her legs a bit and looked around. For once she actually looked like a vaguely normal person. Usually, she'd be flouncing about, scanning through an upside down book and crashing into various objects and, occasionally, people.
It was a relatively mild day out, and she was content sitting outside with just her jacket on (obviously she was wearing other clothes as well--sitting outside in winter with only a jacket on would not go over very well).
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Post by capn on Dec 27, 2006 0:16:50 GMT -5
*New Day*
After retreating from Brooklyn, Cap'n wandered around the city aimlessly not knowing what to do or where to go. Her best friend was missing, she didn't know if she could trust anyone to tell her how to find her pal from the Bronx, she really felt like sneaking back onto a train and going back to California. She sat down on a flight of steps, heading into what looked like some kind of apartment building. She put her head in hands, feeling like moving out here was the worst decision of her life.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Dec 27, 2006 23:51:52 GMT -5
Jack was heading back towards his room when he saw the girl sitting on the steps. "Why the long face kid?"
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Post by capn on Dec 27, 2006 23:54:22 GMT -5
Cap'n looked up at him, wiping away at the hot tears starting to form in her eyes. "Why do you care?"
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Post by Jack Kelly on Dec 28, 2006 0:49:48 GMT -5
Jack pushed his cowboy hat off of his head. "Well..yous sittin on the lodgin' house that I live in. And I lead the newsies that live here...so technically...gals crying on my poarch make me look bad."
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Post by capn on Dec 28, 2006 0:51:04 GMT -5
Cap'n lightly touched the black and blue bruise on her cheek where the Brooklyn girl had hit her. She clenched her fists and stood up, "I'll just go then..."
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Post by Jack Kelly on Dec 28, 2006 23:47:22 GMT -5
Jack rolled his eyes. "Hey...I'm not some mean guy, Girl...I was just trying to be funny, and apparently it failed...whats wrong?"
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Post by capn on Dec 28, 2006 23:51:09 GMT -5
"A lot, but 'd hate to bore you with the tragic details..." She brushed aside the string of beads dangling fron underneath her cap, looking at the boy.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Dec 29, 2006 14:38:07 GMT -5
JAck nodded. "Fair enouigh...you a newsie?" Better change the subject.
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thanks admin!