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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 2, 2006 19:14:44 GMT -5
Lukas was completely undone by his new found popularity. The one time he would love to have no one notice him, it seemed the world did. He squeaked a few times as he looked back and forth between the girls, the dog, and the boy. All the thrashing caused him to fall over, fully submerging him. He thrashed uncontrollably screaming when his head surfaced. Although the water was about 2 feet deep where he was it might have well been 8 feet. Finally he ran/fell/waded to the edge, not wasting a moment to glare at the wretched boy laughing at him. Without a word to anyone he stomped over to some trees, wiping his eyes when he thought he was out of view and searched for a long stick. He was going to do this without help.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 2, 2006 20:44:39 GMT -5
Dodger was having the time of his life laughing at Lukas's expence, he brushed the tears from his eyes and looked around at the girls, giving them a flirtatous smile before he watched the boy wander off to find a stick, He adjsuted the bowler hat on his head once more, almost elated that he'd gotten it. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face, it would be classic. "'ello Ladies!" he said with a smile.
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Post by perch on Oct 2, 2006 20:47:35 GMT -5
Perch looked at dodger and smiled when she heard an accent in his voice. She turned and looked back at lukas. "sure you dun want one of us ta jest get it?" she asked as he walked off to get a stick. She looked at dodger and smiled. "Hi" she said. "I'se perch" she said and held out her hand. "and you are?"
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 2, 2006 20:53:22 GMT -5
He bounced up, taking her hand and kissing it softly. Taking his hat off with the flurish of a cavalier he bowed low. "The artfull Dodger, at youre service."
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Post by perch on Oct 2, 2006 21:02:49 GMT -5
Perch raised an eyebrow at him. "nice ta meetcha" she said. "so, are ya from around heah?"
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 2, 2006 21:17:04 GMT -5
He winked at her a moment. "England orginally," he said was a broad smile. "Manhattan for the last few years.." He couldn't help being a flirt, it was just in his nature.
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Post by perch on Oct 2, 2006 21:26:02 GMT -5
Perch grinned. "thought so" she said. "accent gave it away." She turned back to look at lukas for a moment and tryed to think of somethign to talk about.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 2, 2006 21:33:07 GMT -5
He winked at her once more. "Ahh.. the sound of 'ome. Can't 'elp that now can I." he enjoyed his accent, because here, it was an accent, and only a few sounded like him. "That bloke, he's youre friend, ey?"
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Post by perch on Oct 2, 2006 21:35:21 GMT -5
"it's a nice accent" Perch said smileing at him for asecond before looking back in lukas's direction. " Him? nah i was jest walkin through the park and i saw him so i came ta see if he needed help but i don't think he wants any although he prolly could use some" she said smileing with laughter.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 2, 2006 21:37:06 GMT -5
Lukas found his "stick" - it was actually a branch, larger than he was, with leaves still hanging off of it. He struggled to carry his "tree" back towards the pond, muttering about the sticks and burrs poking the bottom of his feet. As he approached the pair he resisted the urge to smack Dodger with the branch and instead snapped "No. I dont want yer 'elp!" He snorted and went back to the bank to fish out his hat. His face was bright red with more embarrassment than anything.
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Post by irish on Oct 3, 2006 2:43:46 GMT -5
Irish didn't speak, but stood glaring at her dog, Gin. Her eyes shifted from the boy to girl, but they didn't stay on them for long. Gin watched Lukas pick up the stick, and went nuts. He followed the edge of the stick until his eyes caught sight of the hat. He picked it up in his teeth and carried it back onto shore. Irish walked to Gin and reached for the hat, but sighed as he ran out of her reach. Irish looked to Lukas, "Sorry." She said to him; her gray eyes relieved from under her hat. Irish looked at Gin, "Please, just give me the stupid hat back." She said, and was happy to see something click, because Gin dropped the hat at Lukas' feet. He didn't really listen to her, but it was close enough.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 3, 2006 4:49:37 GMT -5
"Ya don't seem ta be needin me help mate," Dodger grinned. He turned back to Perch and whispered, "To many folks now days put a lot of stock in 'ats. Take this one for example." He held the bowler hat aloft and smiled, flipping it up in the air to catch it with his other hand. "I 'appened ta spy a dear friend o' mine wanderin' bout town without this here 'at, and I wondered to meself, 'Dodger Mate. You must help her locate her dear hat.' And so I come ta find it in a gyspsy's tent I did." He grinned at Perch as he spun the hat around and placed it back on his head. Hhis grin never faded as he watched the dog and knowing that Lukas wasn't all happy with him, well that just made his grin grow. ".. so I'll return this here 'at to it's owner and claim me reward.." He chuckled to himself, he'd probably get nothing more then a swift kick in the rear for taking the hat from the gypsy's tent, since Lucky seemed to know exactly where it was, but it was all in good fun.
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Post by irish on Oct 3, 2006 10:59:31 GMT -5
Irish looked at Dodger and Lukas but shrugged. She wasn't one to talk much, that is, unless spoken to. She looked down to Gin, who was faithfully by her side, as if he hadn't run off like a foolish puppy. After Dodger said, 'Ya don't seem ta be needin me help mate,' Irish rolled her eyes, "Like anyone would need your help." she said under her breath. It was a bad habit of her's to judge people before they actually introduced them to her. She also didn't believe many people, so even if you gave a full description and history of yourself, she'd still make assumptions about you, based mainly on her mood.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 3, 2006 19:19:04 GMT -5
Lukas was relived that he didn't have to go into the water anymore but then again he thought dogs were dirty, smelly, and scary though he would never admit it. He looked down at Gin then at Irish his hands against his chest to stay away from the dog. When she handed him the hat he sighed and snatched it back quickly. As he inspected the hate for damage from the hairy little beast he glanced up at Irish then Dodger. "Yeah its fine....thanks" he mumbled as thanking someone was not his 'style'.
He glared at Dodger a bit longer, not amused in the slightest by the boy's cockiness that rivaled his own. He picked up a few small rocks and hurled them at Dodger, hoping to knock off the hat he was so proud of or something. "Jerk" He huffed then glanced at Irish to she if she approved or not, though it really didn't matter.
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Post by irish on Oct 3, 2006 20:27:42 GMT -5
Irish watched Lukas stand kinda awkward around Gin. She didn't think more into it; whether or not he feared Gin didn't bother her at all. She left her hand hovered in the air after Lukas snatched back the hat. She was used to the usual thank you, and usually waited for that before walking off. When it didn't came, it suprised her, she never cared for a thank you, but was very used to it by now; without a thank you it almost threw her off. Gin licked Irish's hand, and she soon started thinking about her stupid dog, the thought of no thank you pushed into the back of her mind, along with everything else she forgot.
She was soon startled by the fact that a rock suddenly took flight towards Dodger. Irish couldn't help but laugh a little as Lukas threw the rocks. She even smiled at the fact that Lukas had called Dodger a jerk. Irish had decided early on that she didn't like Dodger, so when Lukas started his rock brigade, she started to like Lukas. When she felt that maybe Lukas was done with the rock throwing she spoke, "The name's Irish." She said, her laughter gone and smile faded. Her eyes glanced back and forth from Lukas to Dodger; making sure Dodger didn't try anything funny. "This is Gin." She added as a side note, pointing to her dog.
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