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Post by Administrator on Apr 28, 2006 23:57:06 GMT -5
Need to warm up? Grab a seat about the warm fire!
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Post by spunk on May 3, 2006 19:58:33 GMT -5
Spunk walks into the pub and sits in a seat infront of the fire. She sighes and stares into fire and goes into her own little world.
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Post by fancy on May 3, 2006 20:12:22 GMT -5
Fancy sat down beside Spunk "Hey goil... hows it goin?" she asked her kindly...
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 13, 2006 14:57:25 GMT -5
((new day))
THe fire flickered in his eyes, a perfect imitation of how his heart felt. Blaize had no idea what was going to become of him. His mother had just died, he had used what money she had left behind to bury her- and he only had a dollar or two left to try and help him live. He supposed he could work at a factory...But that didn't seem all too welcoming.
Sipping at his tea, preferring it to any alcoholic beverage, he bit hit tongue and let his mind wander.
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Post by slinks on May 13, 2006 15:08:37 GMT -5
Looking over from her seat at the bar, Slinks noticed the withdrawn and lost air about the young man. Forgetting the glass that had just been placed infront of her, she got up off her stool and went to sit in another chair by the fire.
"'Ny thing botherin' ye, mate?" She muttered, staring, like he, into the fire.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 13, 2006 15:10:07 GMT -5
He jumped, nearly causing the tea to splash over the sides of the cup. Blinking his wide blue-green eyes at her, he ran a hand through his hair. "Uh... excuse me, miss?"
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Post by slinks on May 13, 2006 15:24:24 GMT -5
Looking over at him with a half-smile on her face, she repeated her question. "'Ny thin' botherin' ye, mate? Ye dun look so good,"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 13, 2006 15:27:55 GMT -5
He frowned, sighing as he looked back down at his tea, wishing he could just drown himself in its contents and be done with it. "Yes...You could say that."
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Post by slinks on May 13, 2006 15:36:48 GMT -5
"But 'paren'ly 's no' the only thing as could be said for i'." She said, leaning back in her chair and debating whether or not to continue the question. "Wha' 'appened?" Woops...kinda personal...
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 13, 2006 15:40:05 GMT -5
He winced, apparently deciding on whether or not answering was a good idea. Didn't really matter, he had nothing to lose. "I have nowhere to go." He said softly, "My mom just died, and i have no money..."
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Post by slinks on May 13, 2006 15:48:58 GMT -5
She swallowed. He'd at least known his mom first...but that made it harder to let her go. "Well...Go' a job? Like.." Letting her eyes wander, they hit a newspaper. "Are ye a newsie?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 13, 2006 15:50:02 GMT -5
He blinked at her, testing the word out. "New..sie?"
What was that? He hadn't heard of such a thing before, not home anyway.
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Post by slinks on May 13, 2006 15:54:47 GMT -5
She blinked. British..right..."Eh..You a news boy? D'ye sell th' news papers?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 13, 2006 16:22:45 GMT -5
"Oh...no, no i didn't." He shook his head to emphasize that, "So...that is what they are called here? These...new-sies?"
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Post by slinks on May 13, 2006 16:32:11 GMT -5
"Yep.." She grinned, nodding. 'New-see'. "Well then. Wha' do ye do?" She paused, then looked at him sharply. "Yer no' a fact'ry worker, are ye?"
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