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 Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 10:02 pm
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"Why are you running around the city by yourself?" Pepper's tone was annoyed, "Listen kid, as far as I can tell, you are a Class A Weirdo with a capital 'crazy'. But someone outta care if you get home safe. It's not like you can scream if you get caught in a gaffle."
She finished, she crossing her arms and continuing to glare at Kaelin. Pepper was wildly not amused. It was a look that had been known to bridge the gap between human and animal and get even the most ill-behaved dog to re-think if it really wanted to steal that chicken off the counter or not. Screaming toddlers had stopped mid-tantrum in grocery stores, would-be book thieves had returned merchandise to shelves and left the store in sheepish embarrassment. It was in very good running for the world's best 'disapproving mother' glare, except Pepper had never had any children. Which, perhaps, only made the glare that much more frightening. Whatever gods that were listening help her children, if she should ever have any. Most mother's didn't perfect the glare to the degree Pepper had until they were mothers of teenagers. A few of the pigeons seemed to have taken notice, their survival instincts kicking in, they took off to find breadcrumbs elsewhere.
"You do have a home, correct?" A single, perfectly plucked eyebrow slowly arched, punctuating the question. The noon-day sun glinting off the piercing. The question was as pointed as a nervous student's pencil at the beginning of the exam.▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 10:18 pm
Raidan walked through the door after Maurice ran on inside. The place had a decent amount of people training here, a few of them knew him as a regular. The smell of physical exertion was constant, and training music could be heard in the background. With his wallet back in his pocket, he shortly found the 200 pound Punching bag he always used. He chose that one to keep up consistency, and because it was best to have one close to one's own weight if you were experienced. And Raidan had plenty of that. He took off his Duster and hung it nearby, within a few steps of his position in case he needed to get to it quickly, and put on his training gloves. Soon as that was done, he moved his arms around, one after the other, loosening up any stiff muscles and stretching them. Raidan wasn't that old, and he stayed as healthy as he could, but occasionally a muscle or two decided to take a nap, which irritated him. Once that was done, he started pounding his fists on the bag. Quick Jabs, Right Hooks, Heavy Swings, he alternated as he counted his punches, gradually increasing speed. As usual, he got to 50 but kept on going. His numbers weren't his maximum, they were his minimum. If he felt the need to keep going, he did so. The sweat started showing up around punch 100, and as he neared 125 his speed reached the maximum his body could put out. Raidan wasn't sure what that speed was, though...he'd never gotten himself clocked. The smacks were rhythmic, one could almost dance to it. He eventually lost count and only stopped when his arms could take no more. Stepping away from the bag he began doing Squats, using the vertical motions to work his legs and give his arms a break. It had taken him a few months to set a regimen that worked for him, and alternating his muscles helped him concentrate and set mental checkpoints. The passage of time was lost to him as he focused on his workout, oblivious of any onlookers.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 10:31 pm
Luna looked from the flustered woman to the bag and back again, looking just in time to watch her walk away. She thought for a moment, then tucked her sandwich into the bag and picked it up before standing and walking the same direction as the red-haired woman. She tried to figure out where she might be headed without following her outright, afraid that she might spook her. Unfortunately, after following her for a few blocks, she lost her completely. She wasn't sure how someone with hair that red could disappear in this city, but apparently it was possible. She shrugged and walked in a widening spiral of city blocks looking for something interesting, still carrying two half-sandwiches in her bag.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:08 am
A year ago, when Lacy had first moved to the City, she'd been robbed twice in the first month. It could be dangerous being a 20-something female alone in New York, and the fact that she drove a taxi made her an even bigger target. She had her Desert Eagle, but she hadn't been able to get to it quick enough--that was when she bought her first pair of knee-high boots, slightly too big and used her decent sewing skills to sew a sort of holster in the inside of the right boot. Ever since then, she had kept her gun on her at all times--and had never been successfully robbed. Plenty tried....but none succeeded.
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The junkie's eyes crossed in terror as he tried to look at the business end of her Desert Eagle, so close to the end of his nose. She pushed the end of it into his nose just barely and shouted, "NOW!" In a panic, he fumbled with the door handle and fell over himself trying to get out of the cab as fast as he could. He might have needed a fix bad enough to rob a taxi in broad daylight, but apparently it wasn't so bad that he'd risk getting his head blown off. Sighing with relief, Lacy put her Desert Eagle back in her boot, grateful she hadn't had to use it. She checked on Blackbeard whose carrier had been thrown onto the floor, but, despite being rudely awoken and irritable, he was fine.
Turning off the cab, she got out and lit a cigarette. She needed the nicotine to relax her, she was jittery--not from being afraid or nervous, but from the sheer adrenaline still pumping through her veins. She checked out her lip in the side mirror. Dammit, it was bleeding. Wiping away the blood and carefully smoking out of the side of her mouth, she inspected her right front wheel well. Dammit! It was bent from hitting the curb. Putting out the cigarette, she hopped in the cab and tried to drive--it drove, but it pulled hard to the right. DAMMIT! She didn't really need this, right now.
She knew from other cabbies that there was an auto mechanic's garage in the area, so she went to find it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:51 am
'Break time at last~' The waitress was nearly humming as she headed towards the kitchen of the cafe. There was always a few bits of extra things to eat and the cooks would often save it for some of the hotel workers.
Gypsy waved to one of the cooks and they gestured toward today's goodies. Pondering a moment and cursing her bad luck over the cheese cake slices having strawberries, she settles for a couple of sandwich halves. One a grilled chicken with provolone, the other a turkey club.
Carefully picking the tomatoes off, she then thanked the cooks and went to grab a bottle of water and a bag to hold her sandwich halves. She wasn't one to often eat outside, but she had seen something a moment ago that piqued her interest.
As her last customer had finished paying, she happened to look out the window toward the park. A smile had almost unconsciously come to her face as she saw a girl climb out of a tree. This was something she recalled doing fondly, and well now she found herself heading to the park.
It seemed the girl was still there with two others, but the waitress went more toward the other side of the tree. There was a fondness in her eye as she looked up at it, thoughts of by gone days flitting through her mind. She sighed shaking her head ,and got out the chicken sandwich. Gypsy was content to nibble at her sandwich, standing near the tree and generally just enjoying a moment outside.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 1:36 pm
Arron was just finishing up an oil change on an SUV when he saw a flash of yellow. Looking up he saw a taxi, this was no an unusual sight to see taxis show up in the shop. However he visibly cringed when he saw the wheel. He wondered how it had become bent so badly out of shape. He was the only one who had a clear bay so he walked over to the vehicle.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 2:59 pm
"Notes rhythm and rhyme..." Poesi looked at the title with a kind smile. "I haven't read that one... Did you like it?" She gave the blonde beside her another quick glance. Somehow, she did not seem like a bookstore clerk. Perhaps it was Poesi's own Disney view of life that was to blame, but she would have expected someone more like Belle from Beauty and The Beast. A sweet and cheerful girl, burning with passion for stories of all sorts. But there she sat, a rather sexy rebel, who looked as if though she was more excited for motorcycle ride than a good read. Though, she felt rather embarrassed to notice the woman's beauty, and blushed a tad when thinking of it.
But her thoughts were luckily interrupted by the girl's rumbling tummy. ”Haven't had your lunch yet? I think I saw a place on the way here...” Poesi suddenly noticed another woman, standing behind the tree. Was she also looking for the girl? What was actually going on around there? She usually felt lost in the city, but this was rather insane, wasn't it? "...It's all in my mind, but what isn't?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 3:39 pm
Lacy opened her driver's side door and got out as she noticed the tall man walking towards her. (Didn't she recognize him from somewhere...?) Offering a brief smile, she gestured towards the wheel, "I hit a curb pretty bad. She's dented and pulling pretty hard to the right." God, this guy's gonna think I'm the world's worst cab driver, she thought to herself.
"Do you have room for her?" Lacy asked, anxiously. Her brow furrowed as she thought about how much this was going to cost--technically she had the money to cover it....but technically that money was for her rent, due next week. Hopefully this wasn't going to take days. Maybe if she worked extra long, extended hours she'd be able to make up for it and make at least enough to keep from getting kicked out of her apartment.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 3:50 pm
The young man nodded shyly to her questions. He did not keep eye contact with her for very long, for he was more interested in the wheel. "I-I can have it-it fixed in a-about two hours..." he mumbled, finally looking at her in the face longer than a few seconds.
If there was one thing Aaron knew, it was vehicles. He had been working on them nearly his whole life. His father was a mechanic, & he had heard stories that his grandfather was one as well. Aaron had only taken it a step further with the military.
He was also very efficient with his work, because he loved what he did. A lot of the other mechanics in the shop would screw around, wracking up someone's bill in the process. The young man was not like that, because he understood that sometimes, a person's whole livelihood revolved around their vehicle.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 4:39 pm
Kaylin stares at Pepper, not entirely sure why she was being looked at like that. She calmly moves behind Poesi hide avoid... It's not important why she moved behind the taller woman, okay? She pouts at Pepper, writing a note, 'I live with my cousin. Or at least that's what the people who claimed to be my aunt and uncle said.' She writes another note for Poesi and slips it in front of her to read, 'I'm enjoying the story so far. And I have eaten, I just get hungry easily.' She turns to eye the tree, sorely tempted to climb it again and escape that look Pepper is giving her when she see's another lady looking at it. 'She's pretty.' Her hands seem to be on auto-pilot again when she writes that.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 5:45 pm
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The strawberry blonde stranger didn't seem to be playing with a full deck either. Every time someone new came near their small gathering of strangers, she seemed to startle and stare at them as if she couldn't quite believe her eyes.
Heaven knows what disturbed the new stranger that Kaylin and the strawberry blonde seemed to have both fixated on. Pepper had a general hope that the waitress leaned against the tree eating a sandwich was disturbed by normal things, like spiders. Pepper recognized the uniform from the Azure Hotel's restaurant. The waitress looked passingly familiar too, perhaps she had been Pepper's server during one of her lunches with her father. Or if the waitress was unfortunate, the server when Pepper's mother came into town and they had a big family meal.
"Listen, kid." Pepper addressed Kaylin, "If your cousin cares about you, I'm sure they don't want you running around the city by yourself. You stay out here long enough and something bad will happen around here, it's just mathematical odds. You've been lucky so far, but this city isn't always friendly. In fact, we're a bit famous for how not friendly we are."
Pepper leaned around the strawberry stranger so she could continue making eye contact with Kaylin, unwilling to just let the subject drop. Besides, the strange women had done nothing yet that justified being on the receiving end of the glare.
"So here's what we're gonna do. You're going to say good-bye to the nice lady, then, over a slice, you're gonna give me your home address. Then I'm going to walk you there to make sure you get there, safely. And the next time I see you out, it'd better be 1) with a cell phone or 2) with an adult. Got it?" It was less a question and more of a terribly-accurate-prophesy of the rest of the day. Pepper never took responsibility by halves. (In fact, it might be more accurate to state that Pepper took responsibility for most things on her way to battle with something else. Many of her go-to approaches to life incorporated siege tactics).
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 8:03 pm
‘cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind And Ill find strength in pain Making it back to her shop, Mistee scolded herself as she rubbed Barnaby’s waiting head. “Barnaby…” she sighed, looking to the mutt as she swung open the door to her shop, kicking the stand to hold it open, “Why can’t I just say words?” she groaned, slipping to the counter, ducking under the door and began to deadhead a geranium, her fingers turning green as the steams dyed them as she pinched the dead flower tops off.
She looked out the window of her little garden place, mind wondering to things she shouldn’t. Her mothers face came to mind, and she smiled with a bitter happiness. Mistee remembered their little cottage just out of Dublin. The hills covered with green and lilac. The smell of it rushed to her as she closed her eyes. The city smelled like rust and cigarette smoke most of the time. Her brow furrowed, wondering how humans could even live in a place like this, but…I suppose it wasn’t for everyone. It really wasn’t for her.
She’d come to America on a whim. Her mother had always wanted to visit New York, so it just seemed like the next step. “Maybe I’ll move back…” she whispered. Mistee felt a big head flop onto her lap with a whimper, and she giggled, “I’d never leave you, boy~” she scratched his nose and he grumbed with a wagging tail.
I’ll know my name as it’s called again So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 8:11 pm
Something's Happening
Mind Is Dripping, Agony Inside Of Me.
My Pulse Is Racing
Mental Torture, Self Destroyer.
Can't Ignore the Paranoia. Denying.
The rising Levi peeked out from behind her crossed arms, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “Wass’at?” her eye traveled to the bottle in her hand, “Try’n ta drug me, are ya? Damn nazi’s in your blood, in’it?” her speech was nearly slurred as her mind went straight into a fit. Her head lifted and tilted like a curious dog, “Nazi’s coming to get the unworthy?” and she stood, back to the wall, practically spitting on Nes, “Well let me explain something you German tyrant!” her face was a mixture of fear and anger, like a trapped mouse, “Light skin is a sign of weakness! It’s a mutation! Your purity is but a sign of weakness!” her finger curled in Nes’ face, “Dark skin was the original color of human skin! So I!” and she pointed to the heavens, “I am the original! I am like the Leviathan of ages! I am higher then you white pale faced vagrants!” she ranted on, completely gone at this point. The crying.
I'm dying. They lied to me
They shot at me
They hate on me
They're dead to me
And now they're all my enemy
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 2:16 am
Nes is silent as Levi rants, seemingly unfazed by the Nazi comments. She sighs and sits next to the woman, mindful not to lean against the wall so she doesn't crush the cat currently cowering in her hood. "Darker skin could be nice..." She mumbles the words, not really sure if talking is that good an idea but wanting to at least try something, "Vouldn't turn into a lobster as quickly anyvay." She sighs again, gently rubbing her aching leg muscles. They had run quite a way and, while she did have fairly decent endurance, she was exhausted by the run. "I von't make you take zee medicine if you don't vant to, but it'll help calm you."
(I always read in a German accent after doing a post for Nes...)
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:48 am
As Lacy spoke to the man, she realized just how shy he was. Poor guy. When he finally looked her in the eyes, her heart melted. There was something about someone so shy....maybe it was because it was harder to deceive people if you were so shy. It tended to force the painfully shy to be honest, kind people. As a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, she lightly touched his arm, "It's ok. Take as long as you need....it's a good day for fresh air, anyway."
Lacy reached in the taxi and took Blackbeard out of his carrier, still miffed, and placed him on her shoulder, where he wrapped his tail around the strap of her top and clung there, immobile as he watched the happenings. She got out what money was left in the vehicle and a small stack of business cards....just in case. She took her key off of her keyring and as she handed it to the mechanic, she mused at just how attractive he was....albeit slightly odd....Oh, wait! That's where she had seen him! He was the guy that had nearly run into the PI with the potted plant in his hand.
"Well, take care of her," she said as she handed him a business card, "the name's Lacy Prate. You can just give me a call whenever you're done...I mean, if you don't mind."
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