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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2008 22:46:59 GMT -5
Flanna grinned brightly. "I'm always a bit jealous of people with siblings." She wasn't completely serious of course. "I just had my parents and horses." She relaxed back. It was late, but she was always comfortable in the darkness. "So are you the older brother? Or the younger." She brushed her fingers through her hair. "Sounds like a good set up."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2008 23:01:04 GMT -5
Flanna smiled. "Well we're all a little different in some ways, arent we?" She crossed her feet. "Most normal people wouldn't be sitting on a bench in the pitch black night." She winked, sighing. "And good to be happy about it...what do you do, besides live with your family? Dock worker? Newsie?" She wasn't sure what else there was to do in Brooklyn. She hoped she wasn't asking too many questions, but it was nice to just shoot the breeze with someone.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2008 23:07:44 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged. "Newsie work mostly. Used to pickpocket, but got out of that a while ago." Her past was her past. She never felt the need to lie about anything she did. She was a truthful person. She looked at her four fingered hand. "Learned the hard way that sometimes what you're good at can also have serious repurcussions."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2008 23:16:18 GMT -5
Flanna actually appreciated his lack of outburst. Too many people tried to coddler her, or make a fuss about it. It annoyed her to know end. "I make my money the good way now..not as much, but I'm happy." She smiled over at him. "Even have me a horse in the stables. A gift." She paused. Maybe she should be quiet.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2008 23:27:40 GMT -5
Flanna smiled. "Mine used to be a trick horse. Stays at the stables and races occasionally." She watched him slightly, gesturing. "If you want, I can show you around Demon sometime. He doesn't get worked nearly as much as he needs." She laughed. "Food is more important in the long run."
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Post by flanna on Jun 14, 2008 21:42:15 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. "Yeah, dontcha worry 'bout me. Nice meeting you, James. See you around." She waved at him lightly, smiling.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 13, 2008 12:40:04 GMT -5
- New Day -
Smalls sat down in the middle of an empty bench, hoping to discourage various passerby of taking a seat beside her. Reaching into her shirt pocket she pulled out her last cigarette, absently rolling it in her fingers as she looked out at the green, stagnant lake.
It wasn't normal to see Smalls in the park, she wasn't really a fan of nature and felt more at home on the streets. Today, however, she felt an overwhelming need for solitude; and knew the park was a place free from guild members and strike discussion. She hadn't really spoken to anyone about the price hike yet, but she was livid over it. She wanted a strike, whatever the cost.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 13, 2008 18:38:58 GMT -5
Spot saw Smalls. He smiled slightly, wearily. He didn't want to talk about the strike, about Nicholas being back...he just wanted to see her. Even if that made him a bit weaker of a man.
Coming up, he sat down next to her without a word, allowing his arm to brush hers. A silent acknowledgement that he was there for her.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 14, 2008 1:24:36 GMT -5
She didn't have to turn her gaze to know who it was that sat beside her, but she did so regardless, her green eyes taking in what was imperceptible to most. He was tired, but she didn't fail to notice his slightly tense jaw that indicated his mind was plagued with thoughts similar to her own. If he wanted to talk about it she would oblige, she was just glad he was there. Glancing back down to her hands she noticed the cigarette she'd been fiddling with and held it up for him-- He could certainly use it more than she could.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 15, 2008 23:14:06 GMT -5
"Thanks."
Spot too the cigarette, lighting it, puting it to his lips. God, that felt good. Taking a long drag, he casually slipped an arm around her shoulders, about the back of the bench. He was still just barely touching her, but it was something.
"You okay?"
It wasn't a request for her to spill her guts, it was just a simple question.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 17, 2008 15:16:10 GMT -5
She shrugged, glancing over at him. "I should probably be the one askin' you that." Truth be told Smalls was just fine at the moment. She hadn't seen Maurader around in weeks and there was a good chance they were all about to go on strike. To most, the latter wouldn't exactly be considered something to look forward to, but Smalls wasn't like most. Every skipped meal, every fight with a scab, every trip to the refuge-- It pushed everyone to their limit, and she loved the challenge.
Sighing she shifted and sunk down a bit, resting her head on what she expected to be the back of the bench, but instead found to be a warm arm. She grinned inwardly, he could move it if he wanted, but if not, it was quite preferable to wrought iron.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 17, 2008 21:02:48 GMT -5
Spot sighed, shrugging. "Just dis strike business. Is getting...resistance from dah others." He took a long drag off his cigarette. When Smalls leaned into his arm, he casually let a few of his fingers play with her hair. It was a subtle movement, something that no one would see unless they were close.
"..Not quite sure what I'm gonna do." Something he would admit to no one else.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 20, 2008 0:17:46 GMT -5
She shrugged, keeping her eyes on the dingy lake. "Yeah, well, ya know I'm behind ya eithah way.." Anyone who knew Smalls would know she wanted to strike, there was no need to tell him that. Persuasion was never something she tried on the Brooklyn leader, not only because it wouldn't work, but she respected him too much to ever consider it.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 20, 2008 20:07:01 GMT -5
Spot smirked. "Aye, you always are, Charlotte." He sighed. "I'm strikin'. Don't know if the other leaders are. Jack...is bein' stupid." Tapping his cane against his leg, he finished the cigarette, tossing it into the water. Are you happy enough?" A non-sequitor if there ever was one, but he wasn't that great with his feelings.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 25, 2008 22:10:46 GMT -5
((Sorry Les, is it okay if we continue? I did post in the absence thread to please wait for me :/))
She nodded absently at his remark about the Manhattan leader. She had been hearing from several sources that Jack wasn't too keen on striking, and this simply proved them correct. Before she could interject with a response about not needing the pansies across the bridge, Spot spoke again.
"Are you happy enough?"
She turned her head to look at him, and for a moment did nothing more than that as she decided how to respond. The question caught her completely off guard, but it didn't take her long to realize her own answer. "Yeah, yeah I am." She couldn't help but be curious. "Aren't you?"
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