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Post by Administrator on May 13, 2006 13:35:49 GMT -5
Many people walk the paths, perhaps they could use a pape?
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Post by gamble on May 15, 2006 17:39:42 GMT -5
Gamble struck her match against a rock as she strolled down the path. She lit her cigarette and took a long drag. Gamble exhaled through her nose and shook her head slightly. She started thinking about how she was. Why was she so bitter towards everyone? It ain't like it's their fault she's miserable.
Sometimes, Gamble felt like no one cared about her. She was just some girl dressing in boy's clothing who tried to get by on life by selling papers. She treated everyone like garbage. Gamble acted like she didn't care what people thought but inside it tore her apart.
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Post by fancy on May 15, 2006 20:49:26 GMT -5
Fancy sat on a large, boulder like rock and stared up towards the sky. At least Brooklyn was safe for her. She heard footsteps and looked towards the source of the sound. She had never met Gamble but had seen her around. She smiled slightly and waved.
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Post by gamble on May 15, 2006 20:56:36 GMT -5
Gamble smiled slightly at her. "Heya." She greeted. "I'se Gamble." She held her hand out to Fancy.
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Post by fancy on May 16, 2006 17:47:56 GMT -5
Fancy smiled "I'm Fancy..." she took Gambles hands. "Wow... i finally meet the ever elusive Gamble..." she laughed.
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Post by gamble on May 16, 2006 18:39:44 GMT -5
Gamble grinned and shrugged slightly. "Oh yeah.. You'se the broad datin' Red, right?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Gamble knew most girls took it to offense when they were called a broad. But that was usually how Gamble referred to women.Though, she got mad if boys called her a broad. .. Guess it's one of those things only a girl can say.
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Post by fancy on May 16, 2006 19:33:07 GMT -5
Fancy laughed and looked at Gamble easily. "No..." she grinned wildly "I'm the broad marryin' Red..." she looked down at her feet for a moment and stuck them out in front of her. "hopefully..." she added quietly, staring at her ring as the sun bounced off of it.....
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Post by gamble on May 16, 2006 20:48:17 GMT -5
Gamble raised both of her eyebrows. "Whattaya mean 'maybe'?" She asked, sitting next to her.
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Post by fancy on May 17, 2006 8:54:56 GMT -5
Fancy shrugged and looked over at Gamble. "Just a few things we need to sort out... and i haven't been the best girlfriend ever these past few weeks..." she tried to smile but couldn't. "At least we're on the same side of this war thing...." she stared at the ground again....
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Post by Skittery on Jun 5, 2006 13:00:59 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Skittery was returning to Manhattan, Brooklyn was the best bet to get home even if it did mean risking his neck. Prospect Park was out of the way but at least he was more concealed than walking through some of the main streets. All he needed to do was get to the bridge and he was home free.
He looked like hell. His pants were still damp from his swim, not to mention a few inches too short. His shirt untucked and void of a hat. He didn't care though - at least he had dry clothes waiting for him at home.
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 14:14:50 GMT -5
Fancy stepped out in front of him. "Heya Skits!" she greeted with a smile. She didn't care if he was 'the enemy' she wanted to be friendly with everyone.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 5, 2006 18:00:05 GMT -5
Skittery stopped and raised an eyebrow at her. Boy was she friendly for supposedly being his enemy. "Hey Fance.." He said curiously. "Ain't ya sappose ta attack me or somethin' rather than smilin' like dat?"
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 18:05:32 GMT -5
Fancy shook her head. "Me? Attack you?" she laughed. "Never..." she hated how everyone was obsessing over this war but she didn't let it bother her. "I won't, but Spot'll have my head if he finds out i didn't soak ya or summin!" she loved teasing Skittery, it was just so... easy!
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Post by Skittery on Jun 5, 2006 18:14:09 GMT -5
"Like ta see ya soak me..." Skittery huffed lightly. "An' no worry's bout Spot 'cause he aint gonna know I'se here unless you tell him - an' like ya said dat means yer head."
He started to walk again, fully exspecting her to follow along side. "So what ya doin' down 'ere anyways? Jus' waitin' ta jump out of da bushes at people?" The damp pants were clinging to his legs and every few steps he'd pull them away from his skin oh course not without a few characteristic grumbles.
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Post by fancy on Jun 5, 2006 20:46:01 GMT -5
Fancy laughed. "Naw... i waited all day just so i could scare you! I told people, they were all like 'Fance! Whatcha doin?' and i said to them 'I'm waitin to scare Skittery!' I did!" she smiled at him, then noticed his pants. "Looking very wet Skits!"
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