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Post by alleycat on Jul 28, 2006 15:05:50 GMT -5
Alley looked at her. "No it's okay i can walk" She wanted to keep some dignity. Well maybe just a little going through Brooklyn. God what was happening to her. She was brooklyn but never truely as brooklyn as many would think. For some reason her personality didn't make her seem Brooklyn then again no one had gotten her mad yet.
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Post by footloose on Jul 28, 2006 15:10:02 GMT -5
Footloose shrugged, "Well, if ya feel woozy, den tell me. I'se don' want ya passin' out on me. Ya'd lose yer baby dat way."
She glanced at the ground, a tiny thorn peircing her heart. Even if it wasn't her baby, Footloose knew what it was like to have a child. But to lose it...
Footloose shivered at the thought.
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Post by spotconlon on Jul 28, 2006 15:11:46 GMT -5
Spot walked into his bar and observed, he saw two girls he didn't recognize, although he had been quite allusive for the last month or so, the war had bothered him a great deal. He walked over to the bar and ordered a strong drink.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 28, 2006 15:15:02 GMT -5
Alley gasped as she saw Spot. She stopped and stared in his direction. "Wait a Sec Footloose." She got her baring straight and walked up to Spot she didn't care how she looked right now. She probably looked as bad as she felt. "Spot?" She asked with caution.
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Post by footloose on Jul 28, 2006 15:17:36 GMT -5
Footloose straightened her hat and quietly followed after Alley. She tucked loose strands of hair back under her hat, trying to occupy herself instead of eavsdrop.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 28, 2006 15:22:06 GMT -5
Alley realized he probably didn't want to talk. "Sorry." She turned to Footloose and walked out of the Pub on her own. ANd started walking towards Central Park.
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Post by footloose on Jul 28, 2006 15:25:50 GMT -5
Footloose frowned a little and shot another glance at the Brooklyn leader. She bit her tongue and quickly headed after Alley, thinking deeply.
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Post by spotconlon on Jul 28, 2006 15:49:03 GMT -5
Brought out of deep though by the two girls, Spot snapped his head up. "What?" Spot asked shortly, though not without some curiosity.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 28, 2006 15:52:52 GMT -5
(meet you outback at the lodgin' house if youdon't mind)
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Post by spotconlon on Jul 29, 2006 10:07:14 GMT -5
(me???)
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Post by Patrick Aragón on Aug 18, 2006 0:24:06 GMT -5
- new day -
Patrick slid onto a stool with ease, tapping the counter softly for a drink. He glanced around casually, expecting to find a few newsies in such a place...
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Post by slinks on Aug 19, 2006 0:45:18 GMT -5
A few stools over Slinks appeared, climbing onto the wooden perch and leaning on her elbows against the bar counter, usually wary eyes bleary and sleepish behind her glasses as she looked over the other patrons habitually.
Brooklyn was Brooklyn, and drunken thieves or pickpockets were interesting, but not something she felt up to at the moment.
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Post by Patrick Aragón on Aug 19, 2006 23:16:57 GMT -5
Patrick glanced over at the girl, a small grin spreading across his face. "Ello there miss, mind if I buy you a drink?" he asked in his charming british accent, sending her a brilliant smile.
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Post by slinks on Aug 21, 2006 0:11:05 GMT -5
Never one to turn down a drink - Irish to the bone - Slinks grinned slightly and nodded, waking up a bit with the motion. "Not 't all, not 't all, Mister...?"
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Post by Patrick Aragón on Aug 21, 2006 16:30:09 GMT -5
"Darcy," he said, turning slightly on his stool to face her. "But please, call me Patrick," he added with a subtle wink, taking another sip of his drink. "An' what might I have the pleasure of calling you?"
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