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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 12:00:18 GMT -5
Take a walk, feed the ducks, relax under a tree...
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Post by jewel on May 1, 2006 15:09:28 GMT -5
Jewel was nerly done selling her papers for the day. She decided she'd take a stroll through Central Park to see if she could find new buyers. She smiled in pure pleasure to herself as she walked down the long path through the park. It was so beautiful and seemed like a very nice environment. She took a seat on one of the park benches and decided she'd enjoy the afternoon for just a bit before selling off her last five papers.
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Post by windi on May 16, 2006 19:48:12 GMT -5
It was nice to see a little bit of the country in this giant city. Though it more resembled a trapped animal, then part of the country. In anycase Florence 'flo' Cohen was more then happy to set her dainty feet on the freshly mowed green. Although seconds later an angry garden rushed out brandishing a pair of hedge clippers and shouting infidelties which would have never been directed at Flo in the past. Clapping her hands to her ears she dashed away from the green coming to rest on a park bench. It was sweetly Ironic how nicely the faded, weatherworn wood of the bench blended so perfectly with the faded azure blue of her sundress.
"It was once brighter then a robins egg...."
She whispered softly to no one inparticular. What a foolish girl she was becoming.
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Post by hawkeye on May 16, 2006 21:05:38 GMT -5
Hawkeye sauntered through the park, staring up at the sky and not really watching where she was going. Eventually, she stopped walking and sat down in the grass, soon lying back against the soft green-ness and continuing to stare up at nothing in particular.
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Post by windi on May 16, 2006 21:14:02 GMT -5
It's a funny thing really chance meetings. They happen randomly, and most often awkwardly, but tend to lead to things far more interesting then meetings started with a simply hand shake. "Oh no it's him again...." The gruff gardener was slowly ambeling along towards the bench which flo was currently parked. She gave a small cringe and looked for a reason as to his expression, (which roughly resembled that of a squashed tomato with beady black eyes. Yes he was mad) it became obvious the gardeners anger a moment later by a sign which had been posted on the bench. 'wet paint' Flo gave a small moan. The gardener was closer she could almost hear his angry shouting now. In a one effort ditch she stood from the bench abruptly and began to run off towards the ground. So winded she was from her sudden flight that she didn't notice another girl lying leisurly on the grass, until she was sent careening forward, her sundress scrunched up awkwardly beneath her. "What in the world?"
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Post by hawkeye on May 16, 2006 21:27:12 GMT -5
Hawkeye sat up, "What the--" she got up, looking around until she spotted a thin, rather distressed looking girl sprawled across the ground, a few feet from her.
She walked over and offered her hand, "Hey, ya okay there?" she grinned, "Ya runnin' from a fire or somethin'?" She was certainly moving quick enough!
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Post by windi on May 16, 2006 21:34:31 GMT -5
Flo turned wide-eyed to the dark haired girl, she had an interesting accent. The catchy type which the majority of Flo's neighbors had, lately she'd been having to watch what she said the tendancy to let an R slipp was unforgivable in front of Alice. A fire? "Uhm... not quite....but..." A hoarse blubbering and spout of swears sounded out behind the pair, Mr. Tomato(the gardener) had appearently foundout that Flo's old dress had made the most undesirable mark on his freshly painted fence. "Cripes!" She retorted biting her lip. This truly wasn't her day, no not at all. Now this middle-aged-maniac (with hedge clippers) was tearing up the lawn in her and the other accented girls direction. Peeerrfect.
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Post by rose on May 17, 2006 13:22:06 GMT -5
Rose walked into the park looking for some time to relax. She noticed someone familiar and decided to walk up and say hi.
"Heya, Hawk. What do ya hear? What do ya say?"
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Post by hawkeye on May 17, 2006 13:41:04 GMT -5
Hawkeye turned to see what had made the girl's eyes practically fly out of her head. Angry gardeners-- never fun.
"I've seen 'im before," she jerked her thumb back toward the gardener, "I'd like ta say that he ain't all that bad, but I was taught that it ain't good ta lie," she laughed, "You must be new 'round 'ere, huh?" her answer was delayed by the still upset gardener.
She glanced back at him, then turned her attention to the girl, "Hey, let's get outta 'ere, ya know, before 'e chops us up with those hedge clippers," she extended her hand to help up the new girl, "I'm Hawkeye, by the way."
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Post by rose on May 17, 2006 13:56:07 GMT -5
Looked around to see a crazed gardener with hedge clippers running around, "Er- mind if I come with ya?"
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Post by windi on May 17, 2006 18:58:40 GMT -5
"Yah... that sounds like a good idea..." Flo followed hawkeyes gaze once more to the angry gardener grabbing onto her awaiting hand and pushing herself back up onto her own two feet. "I'm Florence Cohen... but please call me Flo" Hawkeye what an odd name.... As if by magic another figure popped up beside the two girls. Flo gave a startled shreik which she quickly muffled with her own two hands. "Wha? come with us...uh of course." She sputtered, after all concience wouldn't allow her to leave anyone behinds at Mr. Tomato's mercy.
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Post by hawkeye on May 17, 2006 19:12:50 GMT -5
Hawkeye laughed, "Nice ta meetcha Flo. And this is my friend, Rose, "she gestured to each girl, giving them a quick introduction to each other, "Rose, Flo. Flo, Rose. Well," she planted her hands on her hips and looked between the two, "Now that we all know each other, where to?" she paused then added, "Some war thing's goin' on with the boroughs, I'm not exactly sure what, but I think we'se okay in 'Hattan or Queens, from what I've hoid."
There was a moments pause, then Hawkeye abrubtedly turned to face Flo, "Where are ya from anyway?" she asked, a bit of suspicion behind her words.
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Post by windi on May 17, 2006 19:29:26 GMT -5
"Conneticut." Flo responded instantly, the words pushing forth from her lips automatically like a mantra long practiced. Of course she relised this was the wrong answer, or atleast that was what she could tell from Hawkeye's expression. She wanted to know where in the city Flo was from. "Oh... no I mean 'Manhatten' Sorry I only recently moved here with my mother." God she felt like such a child uttering those words, though she would never speak against her mother. Pursing her lips she jumped at the sound of heavy footfalls behind them. He was gaining the angry lout. "We should go...." She muttered taking a few frightened steps backward, her expression much resembeling that of a dear caught in headlights. Unlike stronger city girls, She had no idea how to deal with such a frightful looking man.
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Post by hawkeye on May 17, 2006 20:05:43 GMT -5
"Ah," Hawkeye smirked, "So you ain't from New Yawk at all, huh? Sorry 'bout bein' a little up-tight, it's jus' with the war, don't wanna get caught with the wrong people, ya know?" she looked back at the gardener, "Yeah," she glanced at Rose, figuring she might have a better idea of where to go, since Flo was new to the territory, "Quick, name some place 'round here that 'as no one like... 'im." she nodded towards the gardener, who had begun to shout again.
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Post by rose on May 17, 2006 20:08:39 GMT -5
Rose extended her hand to Flo, "Nice to meetcha, Flo. So ya new 'round here? Ya liking it so far?"
Rose looked up to see the garderner not too far away, "On second thought... we oughtta continue this conversation elsewhere. Why not head to Bottle Alley?"
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