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Post by giselle on Oct 26, 2006 22:54:19 GMT -5
Giselle smiled back, then turned her attention towards Smalls. Giselle didnt know who it was, but the girl looked... stressed. Yes, stressed would be a good word to describe her.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 27, 2006 10:42:38 GMT -5
Smalls glanced at Flanna, an amused smirk playing at her lips. After slowly blowing out a puff of smoke she gave a small nod. "Yeah. We do." Glancing between the two girls she cocked her head slightly, feeling uncharacteristically garrulous. "Wheah ya from?" she asked, not even looking at them as she picked at something on her shirt. Raising her gaze once again she leaned back in her chair contentedly and put both her feet up on the small coffee table.
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Post by flanna on Oct 27, 2006 12:59:30 GMT -5
Flanna smirked back. "I work in Queens...I live here in Brooks, actually." She snorted. "But I stay out of Spot's way...we tried to soak eachother in during the wars. He don't like me much now. Don't know why...he won the fight then." She chuckled amusedly. It amused her to no end, really. She wasn't scared of Spot--she respected him, and didn't have an issue with him disliking her. He had a valid reason.
She finished a beer. "Flanna. I'm Flanna. I live with Razor--or did before his stupid actions got him arrested." She lit her own cigarette. "If his attitude don't change he can stay ther too."
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Post by giselle on Oct 27, 2006 15:43:49 GMT -5
Giselle waited patiently for Flanna to stop talking. "I'm Giselle... I live in Queens." She said. She didnt know if the girl had been talking to her, but she responded anyway.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 27, 2006 19:02:44 GMT -5
Smalls nodded, taking a gulp of the beer the wise bartender had assumed she wanted. "So you're Razah's broad huh?" She took another drag on her cigarette before continuing. "I wouldn't worry 'bout him, Spot already said he was gettin' out foist."
Glancing to Giselle she gave a small nod. "Both from Queens huh?" She narrowed her eyes knowingly, remembering her conversation with the Queens leader earlier. She'd promised her kids could hold her own, but Smalls was a little skeptical.
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Post by flanna on Oct 27, 2006 19:14:35 GMT -5
Flanna snorted. "I'm no one's anything really. I'm my own." She shrugged. "If they figure out Razor's real name he ain't goin' no where. What he gets for being stupid and not lyin' low."
She shrugged. "Just da place I ended up. I'm happier here. Cant stand da whimps in dat place. Sure, I aint tha toughest girl...but I wont run from a fight." She ordered another beer. She nodded towards the cane. "See you in charge now." She looked to Giselle. "That, girl.." She pointed at the cane Smalls had with her. "is Spot Conlon's cane...pretty much his 'crown' perse."
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Post by giselle on Oct 27, 2006 20:37:47 GMT -5
Giselle nodded with a slightly amused smile. "I'm not a newsie" she said "I work at Caprice 'all.. I guess I dont belong to anyone.. save maybe Aria." She said with a shrug.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 27, 2006 20:51:30 GMT -5
Smalls, ignoring Flanna's comment about the cane, raised an eyebrow at her previous statement. "So what they say is true 'bout da Queens kids?" She leaned forward slightly in her chair, her voice lowering nearly imperceptibly. "You tellin' me they's wouldn't be willin' ta fight?" The other girl, not being a newsie, was of little interest in her current train of thought.
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Post by flanna on Oct 28, 2006 10:39:39 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged taking a long drunk. "Ders me...I know maybe...one boy who would fight...da others..." She snorted. "I see dem avoidin' it all costs and havin' ta be prodded with a hot poker ta fight--but what da I know."
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Post by Smalls on Oct 31, 2006 22:45:30 GMT -5
Smalls stared intently at her glass as the other girl spoke, hoping she made the right choice. Still slightly bothered by this revelation that could make her job in the future very difficult she stood swiftly, setting her glass on the table with a strong bang. "See ya 'round."
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Post by giselle on Nov 2, 2006 0:03:06 GMT -5
Giselle jumped a bit when the glass hit the talbe; she hadn't really been paying attention. "What do you think that was all about?" She asked after the girl had left. "About Queens kids not really fighting?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 20, 2006 21:56:23 GMT -5
((new day))
Lucky curled up on one of the chairs and watched the fire play. She needed to buy a new hat since she'd given Dodger hers. Her ears were starting to get cold and that annoyed her.
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Post by sprite on Dec 9, 2006 14:47:11 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Sprite sat down on one of the chairs next to the fire and took a drink from her mug. She leaned back and stared into the hypnotizing flames. She just didnt have much to do lately, now that Denim had found a love interest or whatever youd like to call it. She sighed and took another drink/
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Post by coop on Dec 9, 2006 18:01:19 GMT -5
Coop rushed through the door, his hood pulled low over his eyes. He sat down in a remaining chair close to the fire and began rubbing his hands together. From the looks of it, it would appear that someone was after him, which wasn't true but it also wasn't false.
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Post by sprite on Dec 10, 2006 4:49:02 GMT -5
Sprite looked over at th eboy that just sat down next to the fire. He looked to be bothered or something she didnt know. She shrugged a bit and held out her mug.."Maybe itll help?"she said.
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