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Post by Administrator on Oct 23, 2006 15:25:18 GMT -5
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 23, 2006 15:40:22 GMT -5
The tall girl entered her apartment, looking around. Well, there wasn't much furniture, only a chair and a table, but that suited her just fine. She'd be spending a lot of her time painting, and furniture would have only gotten in her way. Now, where to keep the paints so the cat didn't knock them over in the middle of one of his midnight energy bursts?
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Post by dusty on Oct 23, 2006 18:09:48 GMT -5
Dusty walked up the stairs and leaned on the door, watching the girls back. "Hi!" she said suddenly, she had no idea why she did, but she figured she'd say something to let the other know she was there. She smiled. "You must be the artist..." she figured, considering the apartments lay out.
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 23, 2006 18:14:33 GMT -5
Paintbrush turned around, startled. "Oh...um, hi. I was just..." she waved a hand at her half-unpacked belongings, and then remembered that the cat was still in his carrier and complaining rather loudly about it. She hurriedly opened his box, and issued a quick warning, "Don't let him get out!" even as a silver tabby launched himself in the general direction of the open door.
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Post by dusty on Oct 23, 2006 19:05:09 GMT -5
Dusty quickly stepped inside and closed the door before the cat had a chance to escape. "Its alright, i'm used to half un packed apartments..." she grinned, poking fun at her boyfriends slow manner of unpacking. She smiled at Paintbrush. "No big deal!" she laughed a little.
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 23, 2006 19:08:36 GMT -5
Paintbrush merely nodded. "Well, I'd ask if you wanted to sit down, but there's only one chair in here. " Her laugh was almost inaudible. "Well, anyway, if you're here I might as well ask your name...?"
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Post by dusty on Oct 23, 2006 19:15:45 GMT -5
She smiled. "I'm Becca... but everyone calls me Dusty..." she looked at the girl, her blue eyes looking her over. "I'm guessing your Paintbrush?" she had heard an artist named Paintbrush was moving in here. She merely wagered a guess.
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 23, 2006 19:20:32 GMT -5
Another nod. "Yeah, but my real name is Eleanor, an' I hate it. And the cat who just tried to get out is Curtis. He prefers to be called King Curtis, Supreme Ruler of My Heart, but I try not to feed his ego." Realizing she was rambling, she paused. "Well...I was just about to take a break from unpacking and make a little something to eat, but it would be rude not to offer you something. Unless you aren't hungry, that is."
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Post by dusty on Oct 23, 2006 20:42:53 GMT -5
Dusty smiled. "I'm fine, thanks." she nodded a little. "King Curtis is lovely..." she said, smiling down at the little cat. She smiled up at Paintbrush a moment later. "Are you new to New York?" she asked, trying to make conversation...
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 24, 2006 6:03:30 GMT -5
"Matter of fact, I am." She didn't quite know why she was talking so much to Dusty; she hadn't carried on a real conversation in years. "Haven't seen much beyond the train yards and this little hole-in-the-wall apartment I've got. Might go out later and have a look around, but I don't know."
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Post by dusty on Oct 24, 2006 8:08:01 GMT -5
Dusty smiled. "I could take you to some places if you'd like!" she offered. "But, only if you want to. If you want me to go now i totally will!" she didn't want the other girl to feel like she needed to deal with her. She only wanted to other to feel like she was welcome. She shrugged a bit, the friendly smile still placed happily on her lips.
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 24, 2006 15:48:05 GMT -5
Paintbrush smiled back. "That would be fun, I think! Maybe I'll get inspired to paint while we're out." She absentmindedly ran a hand through her dark hair, and encountered a rather large tangle. Pulling a hairbrush from one of the boxes, she set about fixing it.
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Post by dusty on Oct 24, 2006 17:43:23 GMT -5
Dusty smiled. "Yeah! That would be fun!" she smiled at Paintbrush. "I hate when that happens!" she exclaimed, commenting on the knott. She leaned back against the wall and smiled, laughing good naturedly.
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 24, 2006 18:02:10 GMT -5
She put the brush down, after finally getting the tangle out, and laughed. "It happens to me almost every day. I hate my hair. Well, anyway, we ought to go before the streets get too crowded." She glanced down at her clothes, and found them to be relatively acceptable. No one would even notice.
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Post by dusty on Oct 24, 2006 19:08:38 GMT -5
Dusty smiled. "Alright! Lets go then..." she smiled at Paintbrush and nodded her head towards the door. "Where would you like to go first?" she asked, smiling cheerily.
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