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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 13, 2006 16:33:43 GMT -5
He paused, as if weighing his words, she didn't sound all too happy to ask that, and admitted, "I was thinkin about that."
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Post by slinks on May 13, 2006 17:06:01 GMT -5
"Well, I'd advise ye t' do somethin' deffrent. Fact'ry life 'as...It's no' good fer 'nyone." She said awkwardly, looking down at her boots.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 13, 2006 17:08:39 GMT -5
He gazed at her for a moment, "That sounds like advice from personal experiance, miss." Apparently it was his turn for questions.
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Post by slinks on May 13, 2006 17:14:13 GMT -5
"It migh' be tha' I know someone who'se no' doin' to well thanks t' fact'ry work, sir." She answered, returning his calculating gaze.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 13, 2006 18:26:32 GMT -5
((Sorry if I'm like... totally intruding... I needed somewhere to post... tell me if you want me to delete this, okay?))
Cheater sat down next to Slinks, acting like she had been there the whole time. "Don't work for a factory unless you plan getting kicked out." She said after a few minutes, taking one of her pills and smiling slightly.
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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 10:25:47 GMT -5
Peem looked around the pub and sighed. While it was late, he didn't want to head back home tonight. Davey and his mother were sick, and it would be best if he wasn't hacking up a lung tomorrow while sellin' papes.
Searching around for some kids his age, he saw a younger man and two girls sitting over by the fire. Running a hand through his unruley black hair, he cleared his throat, hoping his scottish brough wasn't too thick for them.
"Ouh..excuse me. I was wonderin' if I may join yous all rright now. I figured it be better to sit with older bairns like meself than with some of the rougher, older patrons here.." He realized he hadn't given his name. "I'm Peem."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 11:32:52 GMT -5
Blaize grinned slightly, running a hand thtough his hair nervously. As thrilled as he was to have people talking to him, he had no clue who these people were. "Im...Blaize." He murmurred, using the name his mother had given him as a nickname instead of his real name.
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 13:27:04 GMT -5
She offered her hand to Blaize with a nod and a cheekish grin, sending a nod in Peem's direction. "Nice t' meetchee, Blaize an' Peem. I go by Slinks, mos' a' th' time."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 13:28:20 GMT -5
He shook her hand poiltely, "Pleasure." Grinning a little, he looked at Slinks, "Most of the time? What do they call you the rest of the time?"
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 13:32:26 GMT -5
"Variations 'f th' name, Girl, Hey YOU! an' a few not fit f'r presen' comp'ny." She replied, grinning, as she leaned back in her chair, not missing a beat.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 13:33:32 GMT -5
He chuckled under his breath, more relaxed then he had been before hand. "Well, my real name is Michael."
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 13:40:09 GMT -5
She sighed. "Lucky one. Ye got yeself a name t' like." She grinned. Hers, she'd keep to herself for now. Not even Spot or the man who ran the Brooklyn Lodgings new her real name.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 13:41:28 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, staring off into the flames of the fire. "I want Blaize on my tombstone." He said softly, and then, realizing what he said, flushed and looked away.
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 13:48:48 GMT -5
Eyes becoming masked, she looked at him. "Ye're plannin' on diein' soon, mate?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 13:51:56 GMT -5
"What else is there?" He was talking to the fire, seeing himself burning away. "Im gonna either die on the streets or starve to death."
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