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 Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:24 pm
Nes makes quick work of the window, letting Spice jump in first before silently climbing in after her. She pulls the knife Levi had given her and quietly slips through the home, careful to avoid anything that might make a noise. She silently unlocks the front door and opens it, wincing when it creaks and looking behind her, listening hard to see if she had woken the man living here.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:24 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 She looked at the drink offered, then to Barnaby. She hugged the dogs big neck, taking the drink with a grateful smile, though held tightly to her new crutch. She carefully stood, looking at the man in the face for a moment before looking to her door in an attempt to offer him an invite to her shop.
Mistee smiled as best she could, trying to fight the urge to run and lock herself away. “Y-Yo…”taking in a breath, “U…” again she took in air, “C-Co…mmm…” she sighed, pointing to the door with a nudge. ‘Do you want to come in?’ she thought, hoping to somehow have super powers
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 May 31, 2014 10:50 pm
He blinked, hearing her broken speech. He nodded, a small smile reaching his lips. Aaron rarely smiled after coming back to the states a year ago. There was not a lot of happiness in his life at present. He was in very dark place & needed to get out, but the girl offering him to come inside seemed to brighten his day a little.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 11:00 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 With a careful side step, Levi slipped to the front of the house, slithering into the front door and quietly closing it behind her. She looked at Nes, pointing to the window and whispered, “Watch for people, tap the window twice if someone comes.” She said, then carefully made her way around the home.
She found her way to the room, slowly opening the door, pulling out a gun, “Wakey wakey, eggs and baaacy~” she grinned.
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: Sat May 31, 2014 11:09 pm
Nes nods and takes her place by the window, careful to keep herself out of sight. She keeps an ear out for Levi in case she needs help, idly petting Spice as she scans the street.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 11:18 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 With a smile, she guided Barnaby in along with the man, her arm extended in welcome.
Inside was a burst of colors and smells that some might find overwhelming, but Mistee felt at home here. Every plant hand a name and a story with her. She almost hated selling them, only giving them to people she thought would take good care of them. She let a hand grace a potted sunflower, the yellow petals reaching up like small childrens fingers.
She guided him to the back, where it was more open and less crowded by plant life. There sat a table with two chairs setted underneath. She pulled the chair out for him, giving a small smile.
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 May 31, 2014 11:31 pm
As the young man walked inside the shop he took it all in. He forgot about his paranoia & was just amazed at all the colors, & smells. It strangely relaxed him from the stress of the city, being of rural origin. He blinked & accepted the offer of the chair. Aaron did not know what to say now. He only meant to apologize & be on his way.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 11:36 pm
The Emerald Gym was always a busy place, and today was no exception, especially with some competitive rounds coming up in a few days, of which Maurice himself was going to participate. Gotta put chili dogs on the table somehow, right? The sounds of others training made for white noise as Maurice worked the speed bag, his coach beside him watching with a careful eye. To the side were treadmills, but Maurice wasn't allowed on them after an... earlier incident. He didn't mean to break it, honest!
Across the way, Maurice's opponent was also training, a tall strong man with deep bronze skin, his red tank top drenched in sweat and the red beads in his dreadlocks clinking together with every punch thrown at the sand bag. He looked over at Maurice as he trained and smirked, calling out teasingly, "Hey Monster! Hope you're ready to go home with your tail between your legs!"
Maurice smirked and called back, "Oh yeah, Knucklehead? I'm gonna punch you all the way back to Jamaica. ...mon~" His coach stepped in in front of the two.
"Alright alright, get back to work, you missed enough training this morning as it is." Just then the Jamaican's coach stepped in from a back room with equipment around her shoulders, a woman beautiful in her power, with short white hair. Kintobor took one look at her and squinted his eyes angrily. "...Rouge."
"Egghead," she replied coolly, tapping her trainee on the shoulder, "Come on, we have work to do, without prying eyes." And the two walked off, the other coach still fuming.
Maurice looked at his coach with a strange look. "You know her?"
"Know her? Bah, she's a blasted thief! We worked together back in the day, and she stole all my ideas. Ooh, we're gonna train extra hard to beat that batty witch- Uh, I mean, Knuckles." Kintobor cleared his throat after his minor rant. "...Yes. Knuckles."
Maurice rolled his eyes; despite the teasing Knuckles was his friend, and even after matches they'd still hang out together, so he hoped this feud between their coaches wouldn't tarnish that. "Whatever you say, coach."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 12:12 am
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Pepper chose the latter, and followed behind the man all the way to the new flower shop, where he stopped. The proprietor seemed new to New York, the red head would learn soon enough not to leave her merchandise outside. Not unless she meant to be giving it away. As Pepper passed, she heard snatches of perhaps one of the most awkward conversations had in English to date. Although the man was making more headway through his sentences than the shy flower shop proprietor.
When the shop had opened, Pepper had stopped in, just to see what was there. The blonde had what she called a black thumb. The only plant that had ever survived her care was a dime store cactus in her apartment above Ever After. The plant seemed not only to grow, but thrive on neglect. It was the second largest piece of furniture she owned that wasn't devoted to the storing of books. Pepper still felt guilty about even going into the florist's though, the red head...Missy was it? Seemed more frightened of customers than she was.
The brief desire came over Pepper to go into the flower shop, just to see how the stammering contest ended, but she clenched her fists and it passed quickly. No point in getting more involved with strangers than she had to.
She continued walking, three blocks down, five blocks over and she made it to her favorite hot dog cart in all the city. The owner, Mr. Baroni, was originally from Texas and for an extra dollar, you could get your red hot slathered in lava-burning-hot chili that Baroni claimed was an old family recipe. It was likely Pepper had burned all but the most stubborn of her taste buds out with her fondness for hot sauce, but for anyone who asked, Baroni's chili dogs were the best on the planet. Hands down. Not that anyone ever did ask.▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 12:44 am
Persephone's lunch outing had not gone unnoticed. A tiny, pale shadow had been tailing her since she left the shop, their blue eyes watching the woman's every move. The short girl now stood a small ways off, watching the woman order her chilidog while trying to ignore her growling stomach.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:03 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:13 am
Kaylin blinks when she's handed the chili dog, mumbling a soft thanks to the man since her hands were now full. She pouts a little as she slowly eats the dog, having to take small swallows of food. She had to work on her shadow skills it seems. She slowly drifts closer to Persephone until she's leaning against the wall next to the woman, still working her way through the chili dog and huffing quietly when her long sleeves get close to getting chili on them.
(And on that note I must head to bed. My night meds are making it hard to spell.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:30 am
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For the life of her, Pepper could not figure out what the little mumper wanted. She had no plans of taking in anymore strays, particularly of the two-legged sort. The blonde finished her lunch thoroughly wiped her mouth with another napkin, and left the stack by the girl. The tow head could be as careful as she liked, she would probably need the napkins by the time she finished her sausage.
Pepper pushed of the wall, tossed the carton the chili dog had come in in a trash can and started the walk back to Ever After. She kept an eye out in shop windows for her tail, although she was much less concerned now than before. Her mind wandered as the Spring sun did it's best to shine through the skyscrapers and she found herself wondering how the pair in the flower shop were getting on. Not that she cared to check, but some good stories often start out that way.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 11:34 am
Kaylin does her best to finish the chili dog quickly, though swallowing too much at once is painful. When she does finish, she had managed to avoid getting any of the messy meal on her clothes, for which she was quite pleased. She had, however, gotten it all over her hands and face, which made her very much not pleased. She does her best to clean the mess off herself with the napkins the lady had left and tosses the trash in a nearby can. She then scampers after the woman, hoping she hasn't gotten too far ahead of her.
She slows down after a few minutes, finally spotting the taller blond and trotting up next to her. She writes something down in the notebook she's been carrying and gently nudges the woman to get her attention when she's done, holding up the notebook so she can see the note the girl had written, 'Thank you.'
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 11:50 am
With a start, Gypsy sat bolt upright in bed. On high alert as she was not fully aware of what woke her, she calmed after a moment realizing where she was. 'Right, this is home now.' She was never quite sure why, but she often woke up confused by where she was. Possibly it was due to living in so many different places, but who could be sure?
Rubbing at one of her eyes, she eased her feet out from under the sleeping pile of kitty at the end of the bed and swung her feet over the side. Almost instantly, the black cat was crawling into her lap and looking up at her. "Morning, Jet." Her words had the little guy purring loudly and reaching up to pat at her face. "Oh yes, your good morning lovies." She leaned down and he promptly head butted her forehead. She laughed setting him back on the bed and kissing the top of his head. "Okay you little goat, let me get up."
With a stretch, Gypsy looked at the clock. "12:30," she murmured aloud then sighed. It had taken so long to get to sleep last night that she slept too long. Giving Jet a few pets, she then headed to the bathroom to wash and get ready for work.
By one she was ready to head off. Gypsy gave herself a quick look in the mirror. A girl in a white button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up just before her wrists, looked back. Her grey eyes had the hint of nervousness about them as she fixed the black high waist skirt she had on.
"Try not to blush too much today," she chided shaking her finger at her reflection. Giving one last look to make sure there were no runs in her shiny black hose, she slipped on her flats and headed to the front door. "Bye Jet, take care of the place." Giving his food dish a nudge to remind him it had food, Gypsy left her apartment. Closing and locking the door after her, off she went toward work trying to keep her attention mostly forward as she walked.
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