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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 11:41:17 GMT -5
Come get your papes!
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 13:32:14 GMT -5
Jockey leaned against the wall next to the DO, smoke curling from her soft mouth. She threw the cigarette to the ground and snuffed it out with the tip of her boot. A sigh escaped her lips as she shifted her weight, impatient for the DO to open.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 14:14:29 GMT -5
There was footsteps and around the corner, pulling his hair into a ponytail at the nape of his neck - hat held between his teeth- came Red, dressed back in his newsie attire, dark pants with a billowing cream-colored shirt just thrown on.
Seemed like he was using his day off at the docks to go back in time and sell.
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 14:16:36 GMT -5
Jockey, hearing footsteps, glanced up from her brooding and noticed the tall boy. Her eyes stared from beneath the shadow of her hat. Boys were hard for her to trust at first, and this handsome speciman was no exception.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 14:21:22 GMT -5
Finally getting the elastic to stay, he brushed a stray crimson piece behind his ear and grabbed the hat, pulling it on sideways. His sharp emerald eyes caught hers and he grinned, "Hullo."
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 14:26:52 GMT -5
"Hola. Como esta usted?" She loved to use her Spanish on strangers. It was fun to watch their faces puzzle over the words and then have to ask her what she was asking. Plus, it was a way to stare without being rude.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 14:30:37 GMT -5
"Bien, gracias." He smirked a little, "E tu?"
Red was not without his own secrets. He knew enough spanish to get by. He wasn't a master by any means- but he was okay.
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 14:33:36 GMT -5
Surprised but impressed, her small smile slowly spread into a huge grin. "Muy Bien! ¿Usted habla español? ¿Es usted de España entonces?" Her eyebrow arched in question
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 14:37:24 GMT -5
He grinned and leaned against the wall, "No, no de España. Los amigos los míos me enseñaron." He shrugged a bit, "Todavía incurro en equivocaciones."
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 14:41:06 GMT -5
Jockey shrugged back and bit back a ready grin. This was a lot funner then asking one thing and then having to switch back to English. "Bien, no todos pueden hablar con fluidez. Eso es sólo para los nativos de España."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 14:44:14 GMT -5
He smirked, "Dont i know it." His little old American brain was hurting, so he switched back to English and held out his hand, "Im Red."
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 14:47:43 GMT -5
Feeling triumphant at her small victory, Jockey grasped his hand and smiled. "Jockey. Nice ta meetcha."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 14:50:11 GMT -5
He wiped imaginary sweat off of his forehead, "You gave me a run foah my money, i haven't spoke dat much Spanish in a while."
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Post by jockey on May 10, 2006 14:53:45 GMT -5
Jockey laughed merrily. "It's a game I play with people. Usually dey're so confused by da first question. I's from Spain originally so it comes naturally."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 14:56:03 GMT -5
He shook hs head, "Not me! Irish and Italian baby." He spread his arms and did a little spin, "Aint no Spanish anywhere on me."
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