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Post by nicke on Oct 12, 2008 22:57:52 GMT -5
"You are the boss...'he gave her a mock solute. "Actually I dont mind. Yer sexy when yer bossy"He chuckled. Nicks hand moved to her back rubbing it lightly. "Well... Ill take care of you"he told her. "I am your bodyguard, afterall... but. I would either way" HE took the cigarette back, taking one last drag from it before flicking it out into the water. "Alright."He rubbed her arm. "We should get you to a warmer place..'He told her.
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Post by muder on Oct 12, 2008 23:02:31 GMT -5
Heather quirked an eyebrow. "Flirting with your boss? Isn't that against the rules right now?" She knew he would take care of her, actually. Nick had always been there for her, through all the changes in her life. She was lucky to have him. Even if she didn't always act like that. She pouted. "...but I don't want to go in. I'm not some stupid flower."
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Post by nicke on Oct 19, 2008 21:47:09 GMT -5
He grunted. "Mmm.. I suppose there will never be a time that you wont be my boss from now on eh?'he nudged her side gently. Tilting his head he watched her a moment and then shook his head. "no.. no yer far from being 'some stupid flower'" he licked his lips a bit. "though... you better not catch cold or something..."he said. "I dont want to face your dad when you get sick"
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Post by muder on Oct 20, 2008 17:51:19 GMT -5
"Mmm..maybe." She smirked, and laughed. "But you never know. All depends on things, doesn't it?" She snuggled up to him. "And my dad would just blame me, anyways." She smiled. "But yes yes, we can leave. I don't want to upset your sensibilities by getting sick."
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Post by Jim Turner on Mar 23, 2009 20:51:13 GMT -5
* New Day *
A loud slam echoed across the water, a sound Jim was used to by now. As he grabbed another crate and carried it to it's destination aboard a small ship he dropped it carelessly to the ground, sending a group of sea birds scattering into the sky. With a sigh Jim wiped his forehead with his sleeve, glancing up at the offending spring sun and longing for the bitter cold of winter (the bitter cold of which was his daily complaint in the former season). Making his way back down to the stack he was working on moving he sat down, resting his elbows on his knees and wishing he'd had the wits earlier that morning to have bought some cigarettes.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Mar 23, 2009 20:56:00 GMT -5
Evangeline wasn't there for any reason really, she was bringing a letter to someone on the docks from her neighbor. She wasn't on the up and up anymore, she had her own money know but she was very frugal with it. Though she still had her hat she was working and saving on her own. Selling books and finding satisfaction in the building she'd purchased and begun to work on her own.
She blew her hair out of her eyes as she walked past Jim and stopped before turning and watching him. She knew him right off--- she shouldn't but she did. They had bickered and fought awhile back but he looked crabby now. It would have been in her best interest not to go up to him but she found herself nearing him anyway folding her arms as she walked up.
"You look a sight this morning."
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Post by Jim Turner on Mar 23, 2009 21:17:32 GMT -5
Jim slowly, very slowly, lifted his gaze. He knew that voice. He rubbed an annoying hand through his hair before reclining back against the crates and shrugging carelessly. "Well I'm sorry ta displease ya highness, maybe I oughta get me one a them nice hats," he gestured toward her with a nod and an unpleasant smirk.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Mar 23, 2009 21:27:26 GMT -5
She knew it was coming and she tilted her head to watch him, her jaw locked as she considered it. Her arms were folded as she watched him for a moment, "You would look terrible in a hat, Jim." She shook her head and was about to wave him off.
Apparently she was a glutton for punishment, "I didn't know you worked down here.."
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Post by Jim Turner on Mar 23, 2009 21:43:16 GMT -5
He gave an exaggerated sigh and covered his face with his hands in frustration as he stood. "I didn't know you walked down heah, or I woulda taken a job shovelin' shit instead." His face contorted in a barely perceptible cringe, as if he regretted it, but he quickly got over it. It wasn't that he put an effort into being crass, it was just something that came natural for him when dealing with high class tarts, and he was in an especially foul mood. He lifted the crate he'd been sitting on and began working again, dropping it on the boat with a satisfying crash. Though he hated his job, physical labor did seem to help him get out his frustrations-- and they were many.
((hahahah, I couldn't resist. okay, NOW I'm going to bed ;P))
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Mar 23, 2009 21:54:28 GMT -5
"I don't live to far from here actually." she nodded her head down the street, she had moved into the Bronx and bought a small building. She'd managed with her inheritance to start a small bookstore, and make a garden on the roof. She was content and happy with her simple life but she still held herself with the kind of pride she'd always had. the kind-- that always showed that she came from a life unlike the ones most were subjected too but she was friendly.
"I was delivering a message for my neighbor.."
((lol I think she's used to him now XD)
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Post by Jim Turner on Mar 24, 2009 13:13:30 GMT -5
Jim groaned inwardly as she continued speaking, completely ignoring his vulgar comment. Usually such language earned him some peace and quiet.
"I was delivering a message for my neighbor.."
"Yeah? Well ya bettah get on with it, some of us woik for a livin'." With that he lifted another crate and carried it to the boat, dropping it as carelessly as the rest but with an entirely different result. Instead of a resounding thud the create fell with a sharp crack. One of the corners of the wooden crate had been splintered, and the impact left it broken and lopsided. "Son of a bitch." Jim let out his characteristic sigh and went to get another crate. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but this time he had only a few crates left to load, too few to disguise his mistake. Continuing to ignore Evangeline's presence he began shifting the already loaded crates around, creating stacks that surrounded the broken box.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Mar 24, 2009 15:38:43 GMT -5
She folded her arms and tilted her head as she watched him, well she had grown a little bit not to much that she wasn't insulted but she'd changed her station in life by her own mozxy. Though most people never took from living the leisurely life to living the life of a shopkeeper. But it was a change she made for all she had.
"And some people don't hide their mistakes that way," she folded her arms, giving him a bit of snark was just her way.
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Post by Jim Turner on Mar 24, 2009 15:44:39 GMT -5
He threw down the crate in his arms and turned, taking a few angry steps toward her and crossing his arms over his chest. "What, you gonna tell on me princess?" He nearly bit his tongue as he spotted his supervisor headed their way, but, not wanting to give Evangeline the satisfaction of knowing she could easily cost him his job in that moment, he managed to casually compose himself and turn back to his work.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Mar 24, 2009 15:47:57 GMT -5
She tilted her head up at him when he was trying to tower and lifted a brow, she'd seen worse. She'd been affronted with worse, watching him she did know she could cost him his job easily and she looked over at his supervisor that drew closer coughing into her hand as he gave her a confused look.
She could give him a little hell though, "Well honey I'm glad you liked lunch I'll be going now I'll see you at home.." for a man like Jim that was enough to ruin his reputation AND piss him off. She wasn't that docile.
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Post by Jim Turner on Mar 24, 2009 15:52:29 GMT -5
Jim stiffened, once again dropping the crate in his arms and slowly turning to face her. A few feet behind her his supervisor chuckled through his cigar, giving Jim a knowing look but continuing on his way. As soon as he was out of earshot Jim stepped toward her, a disgusted look on his face. "What the hell's the mattah with you?"
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