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Post by ramble on Jul 20, 2006 20:06:02 GMT -5
He smirked. "No, actually..." he laughed slightly and patted her knee again. "You are one... unique... girl" he told her, finding a nice way of putting it, but he thought it was nice that she wasn't exactly your typical newsgirl, either depressing or overly cheerful.
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Post by dazzle on Jul 21, 2006 9:56:33 GMT -5
"Unique?" Dazzle wasn't sure if she liked the sound of that. "Now is unique a bad thing or a good thing in dis case? 'Cause I could have just be complimented here," she smiled, and then frowning said, "or...insulted."
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Post by ramble on Jul 21, 2006 18:09:08 GMT -5
"No... i'm pretty sure that was a compliment!" he replied, with a smile.
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Post by dazzle on Jul 24, 2006 9:22:48 GMT -5
"Well, thank ya so very much, kind sir," she had to laugh at the last part. Kind and sir together to describe him that was funny. She looked over at the trains thinking. She had enough for a train ticket down, but not for food and a way back if she needed it. She didn't know what she should do.
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Post by ramble on Jul 24, 2006 9:51:46 GMT -5
"My pleasure fair maiden..." he stiffled a laugh. Looking at Dazzles eyes, Ramble could tell something was wrong. He sighed a bit, never knowing what to do. Besides he had met her maybe once before and didn't know her all that well.
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Post by dazzle on Jul 24, 2006 10:11:43 GMT -5
When he spoke, she snapped out of her thoughts. Looking back at him she gave him a small smile. "Sorry, just thinkin' of what a should do." She laughed then, "I know ya don't think I'm any more a fair maiden den I think your a kind sir."
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Post by ramble on Jul 24, 2006 10:53:43 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow with a smile. "You sure about that?" he teased, just being a major pain again. He chuckled slightly as he leaned backagainst the wall and surveyed her nonchalontly.
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Post by dazzle on Jul 24, 2006 11:56:48 GMT -5
"Oh aren't ya just da smart one," She smirked and then batted him with her hat, "One of des days ya gonna be a smart ass and ya ain't gonna get out of it."
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Post by ramble on Jul 24, 2006 12:47:05 GMT -5
He grinned. "To late!" he laughed, grabbing her hat and hitting her back.
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Post by dazzle on Jul 24, 2006 23:34:18 GMT -5
Startled Dazzle just looked at him for a minute. She blinked, once, twice, three times before she comprehended what had happened. "You hit me," she stated dumbly. She finally got her senses back and grabbed her hat back and hit him in the arm. "And next time it will be harder."
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Post by ramble on Jul 25, 2006 21:18:53 GMT -5
He opened his mouth to retort, but thought better of it and wipped hi own hat off his head and smacked her back. "And next time it will be harder!" he said smartly, using her own words back at her.
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Post by dazzle on Jul 26, 2006 10:01:58 GMT -5
That made Dazzle mad, she grabbed his hat and stood up. Hit him with his own hat and then stepped away from him. "Now ya don't have any hat," She smirked at him and kept her distance. She didn't plan on giving his hat to him any time soon.
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Post by coop on Aug 13, 2006 10:44:14 GMT -5
Coop stepped off the train with a large burlap sack on his back and a wooden pipe in his mouth. He squinted his eyes, trying to see passed the people in the bright sunlight. It had been two years since he left New York, but it seemed like an eternity. New York was his home and it was hard to imagine that he had been gone as long as he had. He walked through the busy train yards, hoping that his past wouldn't be here waiting for him.
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Post by muder on Aug 15, 2006 0:29:57 GMT -5
Murder saw a young man get off the Train, curious. He seemed a bit hesitant about things, as if he hadn't been back in a long time, and was worried about what may await him.
Interesting...
She followed him.
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Post by coop on Aug 15, 2006 8:26:11 GMT -5
Coop continued walking and looking around him cautiously, when he noticed a young woman behind him. He figured she was just walking in the same direction as him, but as she got closer to him, never passing, he thought otherwise. After a few more steps he was sure she was following him. He turned to her.
"Can I help you with something?" he asked a little more harsh than he intended.
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