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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2008 17:08:42 GMT -5
Come relax in the shade at the picnic table!
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Post by pennies on Jul 27, 2008 8:44:53 GMT -5
Patches really had no reason to be in the Bronx, she had just been walking around New York when she ended up in the Bronx which is where a friend of hers lives, but she hasn't seen her in a long time, her name was Tracks, who was a big fan of Sheepstead Bay.
Patches walked over to the picnic table and sat down, after a while Patches started getting bored so she started to fiddle with her fingers.
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Post by dewey on Jul 27, 2008 10:14:20 GMT -5
Dewey had finished selling his papers not long ago and was walking along Orchard beach trying to think of something to do which at least mildly less mind-numbingly boring than what he was doing at the moment which happened to be ...absolutely nothing. While he was walking he happened upon a girl sitting at the picnic tables. 'Eureka' he thought to himself, straightening his collar, taking off his hat, and running a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to make it appear neat. 'dere's my entertainment foah da day'. he walked over confidently and sat down at the table, accross from the girl. " Hey, Sweethaht" he greeted in what was supposed to be a suave voice "What's someone so pretty doin' sittin' heah all alone?"
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Post by pennies on Jul 27, 2008 13:37:46 GMT -5
"Hey, Sweethaht ,What's someone so pretty doin' sittin' heah all alone?"
Patches stopped fiddling her fingers and crossed her arms instead. "Are-Are you tawking ta meh?" asked Patches with a disgusted look on her face.
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Post by dewey on Jul 27, 2008 14:22:10 GMT -5
"a' course honey, I don' see any othah pretty ladies aroun' heah" he replied, completely oblivious to her blatent disgust.
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Post by pennies on Jul 27, 2008 14:35:21 GMT -5
"a' course honey, I don' see any othah pretty ladies aroun' heah"
"Umm, your discusting." replied Patches, whispering the last part
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Post by dewey on Jul 27, 2008 14:54:21 GMT -5
"aww come on baby don' be like dat" he said, still not getting the hint "I like da hahd ta get routine as much as da next guy but I t'ink disgustin' is a little too strong of a woid"
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Post by pennies on Jul 27, 2008 18:09:20 GMT -5
"aww come on baby don' be like dat I like da hahd ta get routine as much as da next guy but I disgustin' is a little too strong of a woid"
Patches was getting really comfortable around this guy so she had an idea she was gonna scream in his face. " Get away from meh!" scareamed Patches, loud enough so that maybe a guy like Mush or Jack could hear her.
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Post by dewey on Jul 27, 2008 19:49:44 GMT -5
"what' wrong?" he replied, finally picking up on her displeasure "Ya got a problem wit' youngah men? Come on... I promise I always respect my eldahs" he persuaded, unwilling to admit defeat 'how come dis nevah woiks foah me?' he thought 'Malachai promised it was foolproof'
(Just in care you're wondering, Malachai is his older cousin)
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Post by pennies on Jul 29, 2008 4:54:25 GMT -5
what' wrong? Ya got a problem wit' youngah men? Come on... I promise I always respect my eldahs"
"Ya know what i usually don't have a problem wit' youngah men...but I don't like guys who try to impress themselves in front of goils." said Patches.
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Post by dewey on Jul 29, 2008 10:41:22 GMT -5
"impress demselves huh?"Said dewey Indigantly "Y'know what? I don't hafta take dis. I'm sorry sweethaht but I'm leavin' "he fumed, getting up and stomping away.
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Post by solitaire on Sept 27, 2008 11:05:46 GMT -5
<New Day>
Solitaire sat down at the picnic table, hoping that Melody was right behind her. She looked out at the water and gasped. She should've saved that wax paper! She could've sketched this! She became sullen, knowing that eventually that she would have to sell her paintings to make some money. She sighed and rubbed her eyes that were stinging from the sun.
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Post by fibs on Feb 3, 2009 23:58:26 GMT -5
[New Day]
Perched atop the splintering picnic table, Fibs eyed the cigarette she had pinched between her fingers curiously. Having bummed the cigarette and a light off a passerby on a whim, Fibs did not quite know what to do with the thing. But that was Fibs--impulsive to a fault with actions that seldom had that wonderful thing called reason to back them.
She just did things.
Putting it to her lips and dragging her straggly hair away from her face, Fibs took a drag. With a series of coughs and shudders, the cigarette slipped from between her fingers and was lost to the gritty sand. Well, Fibs could at least walk away from the experience knowing smoking was not for her.
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Post by manhattan on Mar 24, 2009 14:45:01 GMT -5
>>>New Day<<<
Manhattan stretched out on the table folding her arms behind her head as she let the sun soak her body. She hummed in contentment.
"Not bad, not bad at all." She grinned crookedly and closed her eyes thinking the only thing that could make this better was witty banter.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 24, 2009 20:54:48 GMT -5
Pup wandered to the beach, not really knowing or caring at all where he was going. He liked the Bronx, just as much as he liked Manhattan. It was a nice day, one of those sunny days that almost made him just forget all his worries.
He had his little kitty with him, he had found her a couple weeks ago in the rain, and had taken her home with him. He now took her with him some places, she was so small she could fit inside his inner jacket pocket.
He saw a worm wiggling in some damp sand and giggled, watching it squirm, he picked it up and made a face as it was all slimy, he held it up to his kitty to see what she would do. SHe pawed it and looked like she was about to eat it, but she backed away, leaving it. Apparently his cat was of high standards. She stuck her head back in his jacket hiding from the worm. He giggled slightly again until he heard a voice say:
"Not bad, not bad at all."
He saw a girl sitting on the picnic table, sprawled out in a comfortable position, when she looked Pup's way, he waved shyly with a small smile.
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