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Post by bandit on Aug 20, 2006 15:53:01 GMT -5
"Hmm " he said thinking "well Ise feel like travelin' so maybe I'll check out Molivios' scince my cousin lives in Queens" he smiled for a minute "would ya like ta join me? Unless youse busy."
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Post by perch on Aug 20, 2006 17:03:13 GMT -5
Perch smiled. "sure i'll come, nothin ta do heah 'cept sit around" she said and got up. "i was actually thinkin of gettin somethin ta eat anyways" she walked over to him again. "besides, i haven't been ta queens in a while"
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Post by bandit on Aug 20, 2006 17:21:50 GMT -5
(( Ill meet you at Molivios what section?))
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Post by Smalls on Aug 22, 2006 13:33:56 GMT -5
- new day -
Smalls walked along the busy streets of Brooklyn, her hat pulled low and a tattered bag slung over her shoulder. As she neared the lodging house, an involuntary grin slowly spread across her face. She was home.
Approaching the door she contemplated knocking, but decided against it, shoving it open with her free hand.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 22, 2006 13:37:50 GMT -5
Smoke drifted toward the ceiling a bit from the cigarette held between two fingers. Holding a newspaper in one hand, reclined in his seat, Red blew a stream of smoke from his mouth, clearly engrosssed in whatever he was reading.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 22, 2006 13:44:48 GMT -5
"All this time and I find ya still jist sittin' on ya ass."
She smirked from across the room, the bag still over her shoulder and hat still so low her eyes were barely visible.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 22, 2006 13:46:56 GMT -5
Red started a bit, lowering the paper and pulling the cigarette from his lips in a startled, "Da*n." Eyebrow to his hairline, his lips pulled into a crooked smile. "Now, dat's a voice i remembah, and i betta too...considering i've hoid it raised enough at me to know." He got to his feet, laying the paper down, "Welcome home, Smalls."
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Post by Smalls on Aug 22, 2006 13:58:47 GMT -5
She stood there for a moment longer just smiling at him before she suddenly dropped her things and ran at him, leaping up to wrap him in a hug. A thanks could be heard, though muffled by his shirt.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 22, 2006 14:05:07 GMT -5
Red laughed, surprised, but in a good way. He hugged her back tightly, before gently setting her down with a soft, "Careful." He was still weak, and the last thing he wanted to do was fall on his ass in front of her.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 22, 2006 14:13:25 GMT -5
She stepped back, looking up at him questioningly, but the confusion quickly turned to concern and her eyes grew big with worry. "What 'appened?" she asked, giving him a once over with her eyes, searching for injuries.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 22, 2006 14:18:30 GMT -5
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well...nuttin really...it wasn't a big deal or anything..." He always stood like that when he was ashamed of something, and he was in this situation. He didn't really want to tell her, because she looked so happy to be back.
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Post by scaper on Aug 22, 2006 14:19:16 GMT -5
"Nothing, Red?" He said, leaning on the wall.
"You damn near died with some viral pneumonia or something. It was a huge deal," he said then turning to look at the girl.
"Yup all of Brooklyn was upset, Hi I'm Officer Carter." He came off the wall then, towards them.
"Nice to meet ya." He stuck out his hand.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 22, 2006 14:25:59 GMT -5
Smalls didn't move. She looked the guy up and down once, a bored expression on her face. "Pleasah," she said sarcastically, her eyes shining with distrust. Finally letting his words soak in she spun back to Red. "What?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 22, 2006 14:28:26 GMT -5
Red gave her his most innocent look, all the time glaring at Carter. "Thank you, Clarence." He muttered before looking over at Smalls. "Heh....yah..." He sighed and sat back down in his chair, "I got a little sick."
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Post by scaper on Aug 22, 2006 14:32:11 GMT -5
He stuck his hand back in his pocket and went back to lean on the wall. He'd just wait, because he loved to see Red when he was slightly embarrased, it was rare and yet funny everytime. A grin broke out on his face, this was going to be good. He wished he'd had some popcorn.
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