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Post by giselle on Oct 25, 2006 21:34:35 GMT -5
Giselle strolled into the bar, sighing slightly as she ordered a drink. She wasn't really one to drink beer often.. she was a wine or vodka person.. but tonight, thats what she was in the mood for. She saw a girl next to the fireside and was mildly apprehensive to go sit by her, but she was cold and felt like that was a good place to go. She walked over and offered a frienly smile towards the girl before sitting down.
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Post by flanna on Oct 25, 2006 23:41:22 GMT -5
Flanna quirked an eyebrow but didn't look overtly hostile to Giselle. "You are?" She never sounded that friendly, but it didn't mean she wasn't--she was just blunt.
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Post by giselle on Oct 26, 2006 7:11:34 GMT -5
"Giselle Dubois." She said. She found that many people in this city were, well, blunt, and had come accustomed to it. "And you?" She asked.
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Post by flanna on Oct 26, 2006 8:36:14 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged and took a sip of her beer. "Flanna." She smiled a bit. "Not used to Brooklyn, are you?"
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Post by giselle on Oct 26, 2006 10:05:08 GMT -5
Giselle shook her head a bit. "Not so much... I live in Queens." She said, also sipping her drink. She sighed and wondered if she was going to make things awkward, unintentionally, once again.
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Post by flanna on Oct 26, 2006 16:23:35 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. "I'm a Queens newsie, actually...I just live in Brooklyn." She shurgged. "Spot don't like me much, so I stay out of his way..." She smirked. "Unlike some people."
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Post by giselle on Oct 26, 2006 16:38:23 GMT -5
"Really?" She asked.. well, more said then asked. "Where do you, eh... board?" She asked. Giselle had only heard a little about this infamous Spot Conlon. She assumed, now, that he might be a ladies man, but was wondering if that was what Flanna was talking about. " 'ow so?" She asked.
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Post by flanna on Oct 26, 2006 17:01:51 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged. "Apartment." She wasn't forthcoming with information like that. "...Spot well...I had a run in with Spot a while back...fought him. Hasn't liked me since."
She finished her beer, snapping her fingers for another. "Sorry if I seem brash. I don't have a lot of 'people' skills." She smiled softly. "I'm nice, I swear."
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Post by giselle on Oct 26, 2006 17:07:12 GMT -5
Giselle returned the smile. She had asked because most newsies seemed to live in the boarding houses, and didnt know if there was one in Queens. Of course, there probably was, she just hadnt come across it yet. "I've got an apartment too.. and I believe you" she said. She was finding that more and more of the people who seemed a little rough were actually quite nice, once they decided that you werent the enemy.
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Post by flanna on Oct 26, 2006 17:55:17 GMT -5
Flanna sat up a bit, seeming to calm down. "So...what do you do, Giselle.." She shrugged. "I newsie...but I play the wildes and ride horses now and again.."
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Post by giselle on Oct 26, 2006 17:59:36 GMT -5
Giselle's eyes lit up at the mention of horses. "You ride? That sounds like so much fun... I am just a dancer... I just got a job at Caprice 'all." She said.
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Post by flanna on Oct 26, 2006 18:25:01 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. "I ride for my pleasure and mine alone...I come from a long line of horse theives.." She smirked wildly a bit, winking. "..but I gave up stealing voluntarily long ago."
She nodded. "Ahh..Aria is a very nice lady..."
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Post by giselle on Oct 26, 2006 18:30:13 GMT -5
Giselle was still mildly fascinated by the fact that she rode, and had stolen, horses. She continued to listen, though. "Oh, yes, she is.. I was very glad when I met 'er the other day, she was much nicer then anyone who I've tried to get a job for..." She said. SHe hadn't met Medda, but had met others who were not kind.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 26, 2006 22:16:00 GMT -5
Smalls walked into the bar and, deciding between a chair or a stool, quickly moved toward the fireplace and an open seat. Collapsing into it she sighed deeply, pulling out a cigarette and taking a long drag. She couldn't wait for Spot to get out.
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Post by flanna on Oct 26, 2006 22:30:30 GMT -5
"Yeah...she helped me when I was an utter basket case.." She smiled gently at Giselle.
Flanna raised an eyebrow to the girl who just sat down. "You own this place? Or ya just a bit rude." She smirked genially. "Sorry. This is Brooks. Spot's kids rule all." She had seen Small in fleeting glances, but they had never talked.
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