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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 21, 2006 21:14:49 GMT -5
Lukas just shook his head at her. She was a peculiar one. Right then he decided she needed a good shock - this up-tightness/nervousness was too much for him, especially when his day had gone so good.
"Maybe..." he started slowly then quickly sped up his speech, "ya should finish sellin'!" And with that he snatched a few of her papers from her hands. He ran a few feet away, laughing, and started waving the papers around in attempt for a sale.
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Post by polly on Nov 22, 2006 16:08:29 GMT -5
Polly could have screamed. Really. She was taken by such surprise at the theft that she didn't even realize she should run after him for a moment. She stopped herself for another. She shouldn't chase him....what if she ran into some authority? She really needed the money, though.
"Come back!" she yelled, beginning to chase him. Her legs grew cold under her ripped stockings as the wind hit them. 'Why can't I just wear pants?' she asked herself and kept running.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 23, 2006 15:11:08 GMT -5
Lukas ran a bit further before jumping up onto a street lamp. He wrapped his legs and one arm around the pole, edging his way up a few more inches. "If ya want 'em come there right here!" He taunted waving the now crumpled papers in the air. The lamp post gave him a slight advantage over her in hight (for once).
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Post by polly on Nov 23, 2006 15:52:23 GMT -5
Polly reached the lamp post, a little winded, but fine. She was used to running, and this was nothing compared to her usual trails. Still, this was too much. She couldn't be seen chasing someone down the street. More so, she wasn't about to jump around wildly for her papers.
"Pole sitting is hardly a career," she told him in a shrieking whisper. He had to come down sometime.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 24, 2006 14:02:48 GMT -5
Lukas stopped waveing the paper and clung his other arm around the lamp. She had a point - a good one. Sending one good snort down to her he mustered up his strength and slid a few inches higher. He was in reach of the fixture now, and took hold of it in one hand to have a more stable position.
Lukas was now just trying to prove a point, a weak point. He never wanted to show that he was wrong about anything, like climbing a lamp, and descending meant giving the papers back and it was just too much fun not to.
"Well guess yer jus' gonna have to watch me pole sit." He called down lamely. His hands were begin to clam and he gripped tighter.
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Post by polly on Nov 24, 2006 16:21:15 GMT -5
Great, Polly though, he's still going. Why was this boy so determined to make her angry? It wasn't as if she had done something to him. Her father once told her that all boys were immature, and that she should avoid them at all costs. She found it hilarious that her father was making fun of his own gender, but let that go. She had just proven him right, after all.
Polly watched the boy's hands as they gripped the lamp post. They were shaking. If he fell he probably wouldn't get hurt, just get a bruise or something. But what if he landed on his back and hit his head? Was he really THAT high up?
"Get down from there!"
There. Maybe a little noise coming out of her would make him content enough to inch back down. She just hoped it was enough.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 24, 2006 17:02:58 GMT -5
"No!" He yelled back, " Yer soundin' like me mutter!" Why was everyone always ordering him around anyways? Lukas let out a few stressed yelps and grunts, the tiny bit of strength his body had was not quite capable of suspending his bony little body in the air.
His hand started to slip away from the fixture and in a state of panic he let go of the papers and hugged the pole. The newsprint fluttered to the ground, all out of order, crumpled, and a few even bearing a sweaty little hand print. The sweat on his palms was like grease and his body down the pole. Lukas let out a few pathetic squawks until he eventually hit the ground and tumbled into a dramatic blob at Polly's feet.
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Post by polly on Nov 25, 2006 14:46:10 GMT -5
"Oh my god...." Polly held her breath. She felt terrible. Even though he had fallen quite suddenly, she should have been able to help him. Her knees had locked together, but she bent them to the hard ground. Leaning over the boy, she hoped for the best.
"Are you alright?"
She didn't care to notice her ruined newspapers. This was more important.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 25, 2006 15:16:47 GMT -5
Lukas let out a little whimper. The fall hadn't been that bad, more because he slid down the pole. However he was a wimp and the scrapes bruises that the ordeal would cause would be a source or complaints even after they had faded. He moved his legs around, trying to get them underneath his limp body and thats when a real pain twinged through his body.
He opened one eye to gaze up at Polly before letting out and over dramatic wail. "Me leg! Its broken!" It wasn't..maybe sprained but broken was just so much more interesting. He stayed on the ground twisting his face up as if it was the worst pain a human had ever endured, occasionally letting a sputter of incoherent germanglish escape his lips.
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Post by polly on Nov 25, 2006 18:02:54 GMT -5
"No....no...."
Polly let out her wimper as she listened to his moaning. She wished that somebody would walk by and tell her what to do, but nobody came. Frantically, she wondered what to do. She couldn't heal him right there, but at the same time she could never be able to pick him up. Then, getting an idea, she reached her palms under his heads to lean it forward. She reached for some dropped newspapers and rested his head down on them. Then she moved to his legs and started pulling them straight, raising the injured one. She was suddenly disgusted at herself for touching him - that was fit for a woman of the night.
She (from the shock of the thought) dropped his leg.
"Oh god, I'm sorry!" she yelped, realizing what she had done.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 28, 2006 18:25:27 GMT -5
Lukas actually enjoined someone being so flustered with him so he soaked it up. He whimpered every now and again exaggerating the situation. It wasn't until she dropped his leg that he had another spurt of pain from his sprained joint.
His eyes both opened and he sat up quickly rubbing at his joint. "Jesus!" He snapped at her, "Watch how yer treatin' an injured man!"
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Post by polly on Nov 29, 2006 19:18:57 GMT -5
Polly, trying again to compose herself, lifted his ankle onto her lap, raising it off the ground. She had once been told that this would help. Still, why wasn't anybody helping? It wasn't her fault she didn't look quite as rich as them.
"I said I'm sorry," she snapped, flustered. She immediately felt bad, but ignored that fact. He wasn't exactly being a gentleman about all this.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 29, 2006 22:34:37 GMT -5
Lukas' jaw dropped slightly - surprised that Polly actually had some force in her voice. It was the first time since he had run into her that she had really spoken above a whisper. He watched her raise his leg, but didn't protest.
"But..but" He stammered "it huuurts" He pouted in his typical fashion.
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Post by polly on Nov 30, 2006 15:46:16 GMT -5
There were so many things Polly wanted to say to him, but she kept her mouth shut. It was dangerous to insult men nowadays, she remembered. Still, if she had been male, she would have told him to-
DING! DING!
Was it time for the Afternoon Edition already?
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Post by Lukas Berg on Dec 1, 2006 12:39:03 GMT -5
Lukas heard the bell and his face turned up into a little smile. He wouldn't be selling that today ha ha. After taking a moment to hum his happiness he remembered he was suppose to be in pain and immediately wrinkled up his face and let out a pathetic moan.
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*