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Post by isaac on Jun 9, 2009 0:25:42 GMT -5
He laughed as he walked away from the ledge and towards the fire escape that would take them down into the lodging house.
Shaking his head he turned to Piper and a smile. "Nah, you stay here, with the kids goin' missin' I wouldn't want anything ta happen ta ya on yer way back." He leaned down and kissed her cheek gently, "I'll be alright walkin' on my own."
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Post by bunky on Jun 9, 2009 0:43:06 GMT -5
"The same could happen to you, you know." Piper said in almost a protest. She felt the kiss on her cheek burn through her skin, but she liked it. She still didn't want him to wonder alone and get hurt, last thing anyone needs is to get hurt.
"I would like to see you again in one piece and without a bloody lip." She said to him in a concerning tone, hoping down to one level of the fire escape, waiting for him.
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Post by isaac on Jun 9, 2009 1:29:39 GMT -5
Drifter jumped off the ladder and down onto the level she stood at. "I know it could but nothin' will I promise." He said giving her a smile that said 'trust me.' He knew it was dangerous to go out alone now cause of the disappearing kids from the boroughs.
"You'll see me in one piece trust me, and no fat lip either," He chuckled and took her hand a bit giving it a squeeze. "I promise I'll be alright."
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Post by bunky on Jun 9, 2009 1:34:28 GMT -5
Piper could tell in the tone of his voice he was going to be okay. She nodded her head and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close and breathing him in. She knew they only knew each other for just hours, but she felt close to him in friendship. That last thing she needed was to loose him too, she lost so many.
"Just be safe, for my sake." She said in a broken tone.
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Post by isaac on Jun 9, 2009 1:46:15 GMT -5
He hugged her smiling and rubbed her back gently. Pulling away he smiled down at her pushing her hair out of her face. "I'll be careful. I'll see ya soon." He said playfully trying to make her feel better.
Giving her a nod he opened the window for her and turned to start down the fire escape looking back at her with a smile and then headed down the rest of the fire escape and towards the Bronx.
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Post by bunky on Jun 9, 2009 11:11:54 GMT -5
Piper crawled through the window he opened for her as she looked out one more to time to see him walk down the street. She knew he was going to be okay, but there was still a lingering feeling going on that something were to happen to him. She hopped not, she really liked him.
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Post by Don't Ask on Sept 3, 2009 20:13:19 GMT -5
((New Day -- reserved for Dutchy, at least))
Don't Ask stepped through the door Dutchy had politely held open for him and Horseshoe, and crossed to the edge, where he could lean against the wall and look out at the city. He was already feeling better after his impromptu panic attack. Horseshoe came up alongside him and lifted his front paws to the top of the wall, peeking out over the ledge himself. His tail wagged a bit, and Don't Ask chuckled and scratched his dog behind the ears before turning to lean back against the wall and survey Dutchy.
"Thanks, Dutchy," he said, his gratitude sincere. "This is perfect." And it was. Despite the fact that you could look just over the edge and see the city still bustling along, just as busy as ever, the roof provided a feeling of isolation, giving Don't Ask an opportunity to slow his heart and his pulsing adrenaline, to calm down and let the panic pass.
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Post by dutchy on Sept 11, 2009 21:56:12 GMT -5
Dutchy settled himself on a nearby crate, next to a few the kids would bring up here as seats and play cards around or what have you when the weather was nice enough. "I come up here to think. Or draw, sometimes. Or write." Dutchy confessed rather sheepishly. But he figured he owed Don't Ask a secret or two of his, since he pretty much caused the boy's panic attack.
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Post by Don't Ask on Sept 13, 2009 22:01:57 GMT -5
Don't Ask smiled slowly, carefully metering out his words to keep Dutchy from interpreting his comment as mocking. "An artist and a writer, huh? I'd have never pegged you for one of those types." He crossed the roof top to take a seat on a crate near Dutchy, leaving Horseshoe to enjoy his bird's-eye view of the city from the roof edge. "A reader, now that I could see. Writing and drawing, though... not so much."
He pulled a couple cigarettes from his breast pocket, popping one into his mouth and offering the other to Dutchy before rooting around for a match. Striking it, he lit up and took a deep, relaxing drag, finally shaking the last of the panic from his body. "Got a subject in particular, or just, like, a journal-type thing?"
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Post by dutchy on Sept 14, 2009 13:41:14 GMT -5
Dutchy smiled bashfully, moving back against the crate, getting his legs up and his feet at the edge of it. He took the offered cig from Don't Ask, lighting it, leaning in closer to the boy to do so, then rested his arms on his knees.
"Well, a little of journal stuff, a little fiction... I've..." He laughed and shrugged, "written a bit of Medieval Knights kind of thing..." He took a drag, "I've written. Doesn't mean I'm any good."
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Post by Don't Ask on Sept 14, 2009 14:52:42 GMT -5
Don't Ask nodded, taking in Dutchy's words. Medieval knights... Now that was definitely not something he would've expected. This was an interesting side of Dutchy he was discovering up here in the seclusion of the roof. Don't Ask shifted, moving a little closer to Dutchy under the guise of changing positions to protect the end of his cigarette from the breeze.
"Funny," he said with a grin, "I'd never though you'd go for that knight-in-shining-armor-type stuff. You do the Green Knight, Beowulf thing, with the monster-battling and reputation-garnering, or more like the Round Table thing, with the honor and the valor and the... you know, rescuing fair maidens?"
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Post by dutchy on Sept 14, 2009 15:23:33 GMT -5
Dutchy chuckled and nudged Don't Ask's elbow in his shifting on the crate. "Well, I've read the Green Knight and had a bit of a time understanding it... Beowulf was a bit of a headache too. I've just started reading a bit of King Arthur. Well, I just started on this book A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. It's only about ten years old. A guy is magically plunked into medieval times. I think the character's a bit stuck on himself, but it's an okay book..."
He shrugged, still smiling and took another drag on the cigarette. "You ever wish you were magically sent somewhere?"
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Post by Don't Ask on Sept 14, 2009 17:06:28 GMT -5
Don't Ask scoffed. "I wish I were magically sent to a lot of places--Horseshoe, stop it!"
Horseshoe, who'd discovered a couple pigeons waddling along the ledge just beyond the edge of the roof and was attempting to scramble over the edge to get to them, dropped down from the ledge and wagged his tail sheepishly. He noticed a stray newspaper page partially pinned down by one of the crates, and instead turned his attention to pulling it out and shredding it to bits.
With the dog no longer risking suicide to orchestrate an aerial attack on a few birds, Don't Ask turned back to Dutchy. "I wanna go back to ancient Greece, I think. With the bacchanals and temples of the gods and annual celebration of the seasons and stuff. Seems like a much more... open-minded era. You could do, or say, or--or be just about anything, and no one would tell you you were morally wrong." He took a drag, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling it out above them. "Seems like my kind of place."
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Post by dutchy on Sept 14, 2009 20:42:34 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Dutchy agreed frowning a bit in thought, wondering what Don't Ask meant about that sort of thing. "Yeah, I guess..." Dutchy was never really ragged on too much by the other guys. He definitely preferred things a bit quieter than the rest of them seemed to, really. He smirked a bit, remembering art books he had browsed through in the library, "Hey, didn't Greeks run around naked half the time?"
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Post by Don't Ask on Sept 14, 2009 23:09:10 GMT -5
"Just a bonus," Don't Ask replied with a wink. Flicking an ash from the end of his cigarette, he reached over and gently touched his fingers to Dutchy's hair, just behind his ear.
"Er, sorry, hold still," he said sheepishly, "you've got a... a white... thing." Pulling back his fingers, he displayed a little knot of fuzz that had gotten caught in Dutchy's hair before rubbing his fingers together to deposit it on the ground behind them.
"Force of habit," he murmured, before quickly changing the subject. "So! How about you? You wanna go back to medieval times? Or you got somewhere else in mind?"
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