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Post by Administrator on Jan 5, 2007 0:21:31 GMT -5
Cramped but cozy. Apartment opens into a living area attached to the kitchen. A hall leads down to two bedrooms. Daisy lives here with her mother and father.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Jan 24, 2007 19:25:17 GMT -5
Daisy crept into the apartment, slowly shutting the door making a minimal amount of noise. Once inside she realized that her caution was unwarranted, if the snoring coming from the living room was any indication, her father had passed out in his chair....again. Slipping out of her coat, she folded it over her arm and walked through the living room, nearly tripping over the empty bottle of whiskey that lay on the floor. Cursing to herself, Daisy kicked at the bottle and watched it roll loudly across the floor. It hit the wall with a clang, but her father didn't even move.
Shaking her head, Daisy moved down the hall, pausing to lay the coat in her bedroom before checking in on her momma. The room was cramped and smelled of sickness. Softly, she moved over to the window in her parent's bedroom and cracked it. She'd read in the papers that cold fresh air was good for tuberculosis, and with her mother's refusal to go to the doctor there was little else Daisy could do.
Turning to face her mother she said, "Momma?" There was no response from the bed and Daisy moved closer, pressing a hand to her mother's forehead. "Momma?" She repeated a little more loudly, her panic growing when she realized how quiet the room was. Normally it was filled with the rasping breaths her mother tried to take, or the coughs that she tried to stifle. "Momma." She said it more strongly, shaking her mother's shoulder only to have her arm fall limply by her side. Bending down, Daisy took her mother's lifeless hand in her own and pressed it to her mouth, the realization that her mother was gone forever slowly sinking in.
Sliding down to the floor she stared at her mother, and fighting back tears she whispered, "I'm sorry." Burying her face into the bedsheets, Daisy muffled her cries. Her mother had died here alone. Scared, sick, and very much alone. Daisy didn't think she'd ever be able to forgive herself for that.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Feb 18, 2007 20:35:44 GMT -5
<New Day>
Daisy unlocked the door and flipped on a light, holding the door for Lucky. She was able to keep the place clean fairly easily with her father gone. She motioned towards the couch and went into the kitchen to get Lucky a glass of water. "Here," She said handing it to her. "Just take sips, don't gulp. It'll help some with the hangover."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 18, 2007 23:55:46 GMT -5
"Don't normally get hangovers, "the girl muttered taking a small sip, running her hand threw her hair, it seemed to be what she did when she was agitated. And she was so, argh. "You didn't have too.. I coulda made it back..."
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Feb 19, 2007 8:08:40 GMT -5
"I'm sure," Daisy said, knowing full well it probably wasn't true. But she'd let Lucky keep her pride. "It's just that I'm closer and it's cold out." She grinned at Lucky and winked, "Don't take it personal, I'm nice to everyone."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 19, 2007 14:25:04 GMT -5
Lucky snorted and swore in her father's native tongue before she looked around the place, oh she was soooo going to be sick. She managed to keep her pride, and keep her back straight. She watched the girl, "Really.. you don't want me here. I bring nothin' but trouble.." But it was warm.. still...
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Feb 19, 2007 14:42:51 GMT -5
"I could use a little trouble in my life," Daisy commented, brushing off her protest and taking the glass from Lucky's hand and setting it on the table. "You can stay out here, or there is an extra bedroom...bathroom connects."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 19, 2007 14:47:01 GMT -5
Lucky blinked and coughed a bit, clearing her throat before she shook her head, "Fine fine, I'll quit arguin'.." She sighed and pulled her coat tighter around her slender frame as she made her way towards the room. She'd be spending most of the night sick as hell anyway.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Feb 19, 2007 14:51:52 GMT -5
Daisy went and grabbed an extra blanket out of the closet and followed Lucky into the bedroom. Tossing the blanket onto the bed she said, "If you need anything, I'm right next door."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 19, 2007 15:02:51 GMT -5
Lucky squinted a bit and just nodded, not really knowing what else to do before she face planted onto the bed. It was warm and she felt like crawling across the floor and throwing up everything she'd just drank. But she didn't move just yet as she waved Daisy off with a half muttered thank you. She didn't need anyone to see her sick, it just, didn't sit well with her.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Feb 19, 2007 15:17:01 GMT -5
Daisy shook her head knowing that she had done all she could. She'd get up early and make the girl some coffee, but for now she would get some sleep. She stopped at the door and turned to look at Lucky one last time before disappearing into her own bedroom.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 20, 2007 2:21:52 GMT -5
A few hours later, after one wicked dream Lucky woke up groggy and sick, but she wrote a note, thanking Daisy for her patience with a crazy girl but she needed to fix things on her own. And thanks for being so nice even though she didn't have too. Setting the note on the pillow the girl slid out.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Feb 20, 2007 8:00:39 GMT -5
When Daisy awoke early the next morning she went into the kitchen and started some coffee. Then walking to the bedroom door, she cracked it, intending to check on Lucky. Seeing the empty bed she pushed the door open wider and spotted the note on the pillow. She walked over and scooped it up, reading it she shook her head and smiled, going into the kitchen to prepare herself some breakfast.
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Post by pieeater on Mar 7, 2007 0:04:40 GMT -5
((NEW EVENING...around 5:30 pm because thats a good time))
Pie knocked a merry little tune on the door of Daisy's apartment. He rocked impatiently on his heels humming the remainder of the song he had beat into the wooden door. He was eager, butterflies bouncing throughout his stomach - he hadn't seen her for a few days but it felt like weeks. He had a clean shirt on and his hat tucked under and arm, now that he was indoors; however the cap had messed up all the grooming he had done to his hair. His other arm was behind his back, obviously concealing something.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Mar 7, 2007 7:23:44 GMT -5
((You crack me up! *hugs*))
Daisy heard the knock and hurried out of her bedroom where she'd just finished changing into a pretty blue dress and ran a brush through her hair. Taking a deep breath she moved to the door and pulled it open, smiling widely at the sight of Pie on the other side. Through everything that had gone on the past couple of days it had been the thought of this night, and seeing Pie again, that had made her smile. Now here he was, standing right in front of her and the butterflies in her stomach suddenly became active. "Hi," She said shyly, holding the door open a little wider.
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