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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:20 pm
When he told her about his hair, she stole another glance at him in the rear-view mirror. Yeah, that made sense. Big muscly guy like him? He probably did well, too. She frequented sports bars all the time. Did she remember hearing about a blue-haired boxer? Maybe.....but then again, it could have been a golfer with the last name "Blue". It didn't really matter. It sounded cool, but she didn't pay that much attention to things like that.
When he asked about Blackbeard, Lacy could feel her mouth go dry. "He, um....used to belong to someone I loved." She just couldn't say more than that. As she searched for a way out of explaining more, she absentmindedly stroked the chameleon's chin with her free hand for just a moment.
Three-quarters of the way to the hotel.
"Oh, uh....Rio sounds cool. What are you going there, for?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:41 pm
He felt kind of bad now for asking, since it was obviously a sore spot for the cabby. The subject was dropped and he didn't want to pry any more than she was comfortable with. Besides, she might just kick him out and leave him an hour away from the gym, and boy would he never hear the end of it from the coach then... He looked over again when she brought up Rio, and a big smile stretched across his face. "The Olympics! I'll be competing in front of the whole world... Just you wait, the name Maurice Ring will one day be as common a household name as Mike Tyson." If his ego was anything before, it was certainly in full-blown spotlight now.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:52 pm
Lacy breathed a sigh of relief, now that the awkwardness was over, and she couldn't help cracking a large smile--his enthusiasm was infectious. It felt weird to smile, she so rarely had a genuine one to share. Maybe this Maurice did have it--for all she knew, he could have been the world's worst boxer, but she was willing to bet that, once he went to Rio, he'd have people knocking each other over for endorsements and whatnot. He had a charisma and an honest charm that made her instantly like him.
"I'll bet you will.
Hey, we're here."
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:54 pm
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Given the evidence so far, Pepper was fully ready to believe Kaylin had some sort of mental handicap as well as being mute. Or perhaps some level of autism, she certainly didn't seem to pick up on social cues normally.
Either way, Pepper felt she had indulged the strange girl enough for one afternoon. She started making her way back down the creaking stair, leaving the light on behind her. If Kaylin didn't figure out how to turn it off, she could come back for it later. Pepper didn't like customers in her store, but she really didn't like people falling down staircases and breaking their necks in her store.
The orange tom trotted out from behind a stack of books like he was king of the world. His tail in the air like a flag, in his mouth he held a dead mouse.
"Good boy." Pepper dug in a pocked for a cat treat. The old tom immediately dropped his prize. Mice ate books. Most people didn't realize it, but the little pests would gnaw through bindings and eat the glue that held older books together. She pulled a handkerchief from her back pocket and picked up the dead mouse with it, carrying the corpse to the dustbin.(Fantastic! Where can I get tickets? < u < ) ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 2:23 pm
Maurice looked over to see the hotel in question rising up into the New York skyline. "Thanks a ton, ma'am. ...And lizard." He smiled at the both of them, "I'll only be one minute, just returning something." The boxer quickly stepped out of the cab, a little too quickly in fact, and bumped his head. "Oof! ...I'm okay. I'm okay!" He gave a small thumbs up before closing the cab door and heading into the lobby. He whistled lowly at the posh environment, he certainly looked out of place in his work-out clothes. He took a deep breath; just give them the name tag, get out and get back to work, that's it. No more sidetracking today. He walked up to the counter, his presence already known to the receptionist, being so out of place in here. "Uh, hey. I think someone that works here dropped this, I was just returning it." He hastily placed the name tag on the counter, hoping they would take it and he could get out of there quickly. (Tickets? You have free access to the gun show! ;D /shot and dragged off )
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 2:31 pm
Oh. Well that explained a lot then. Kaylin frowns down at her notebook, she hadn't fully realized following the lady would be so bad. She was still relearning acceptable social behavior, though her cousin and commented once that even before the accident she seemed to have no sense of personal space. She eventually follows after Pepper, taking a moment to find the light switch as she heads down. Once she had made it back to the counter, she puts the books down and waits for Pepper to finish throwing whatever it is she had picked up away. She sets her notebook down with a note written, her head down so her bangs flop down to hide her eyes, fidgeting uncertainly with her overly long sleeves. 'How much for the books?'
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 3:17 pm
As Lacy pulled up to the hotel, she raised her eyebrows. Wow. Either this guy has some serious cash or he had some friends in VERY....high...places. She chuckled as he hit his head on the door frame. Poor guy. He is kinda sweet. "I'll wait for you", she shouted after Maurice. She got out one of the crickets she kept in a little box on the vehicle's passenger floorboard and set it in front of Blackbeard. He immediately slurped it up like lightning with his tongue.
Sitting in front of the hotel, with the car on idle, she looked around, trying to see if she noticed anything interesting. Boy, I sure hope this guy doesn't take forever....
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 3:45 pm
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"Nine dollars." Pepper rang up the transaction of the ancient beast of a cash register, putting her weight into her typing. The old keys fighting her. Finally, the numbers popped up in the glass display at the top. Pepper pulled the handle, there was the trill of a bell as the machine stamped out the figures on a receipt and spat it out with a groaning sound that was probably best approximated by some eldritch creature of the deep. By all rights, the cash register should have been replaced, but thing was so old and so heavy that it might actually be one of the paper weights that keeps the universe from blowing away.(So. No lies, one of my friend's old bands was Gunday Monday because that's when they worked on their arms xD Human!Monster totally reminds me of their front man) ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 4:11 pm
Kaylin silently hands Pepper a crumpled up ten that had been shoved in her pocket for who knows how long. 'Sorry.' She quietly gathers up the books and slips out of the store, her metaphorical tail between her legs like a kicked puppy. She blinks at the sudden daylight when she's outside, looking around until her eyes adjust. She wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself now, having snuck out of her cousins penthouse before her tutors had gotten there since she had felt restless. It probably would be a bad idea to return at the moment since the two women would likely be cross with her. She really didn't like the idea of her pretty history tutor being angry with her...
She sighs silently and picks a random direction to walk in, starting to hum to herself before stopping with a pained grimace. Okay, no noise making, just silent walking.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 4:37 pm
"Notes rhythm and rhyme..." A young woman was sitting alone on a park bench. Though she brought a lunch bag, she had hardly taken a bite. Most of her sandwich already laid scattered on the ground before her, to the amusement of lucky birds. Her name was Poesi, and her work day was already over. The only thing to keep her busy, and yet her boss kept telling her to take some time off and go "enjoy" herself. Well, she wasn't enjoying this too much. Though she did love to watch the birds hop about, she failed to understand how such a large and crowded city could feel so... empty.
In the continuous motion of ripping her lunch apart, the ginger did not notice for some time that it was already gone. In fact, even the birds had taken off to find someone else with more snacks, before she came to realise it. With a sigh, she leaned back in the bench, staring a the sky with a silent thought aching her mind. What am I doing here? "...It's all in my mind, but what isn't?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 5:55 pm
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She couldn't get into the book. The color plates weren't as charming, the old familiar characters weren't as comforting, the crayon doodles weren't quite as full of potential. Pepper's leg wiggled impatiently.
"Bugger this for the other." Pepper said to no one in particular. The same twinge of guilt that had lead her to buy an extra hot dog plagued her now. She had just let, by all evidence, a very naive, socially inept, and perhaps more worrying in this city, passably pretty young girl, go and wander out on the streets of New York by herself. Kaylin couldn't even yell for help if she needed it. Pepper replaced the bookmark and left her shop for the second time that day, locking the door behind her.
By the time she got out on the street, Pepper could see hide nor hair of Kaylin. Not really surprising. As cracked as the girl seemed to be, Kaylin didn't seem like the sort who would have been hanging outside of the shop all day. Pepper picked a direction and trotted off in it, not really sure what her plan was.
She noted, with some satisfaction, that the florist's gentleman caller was still in the flower shop. The flower girl seemed intent on fattening him up for winter if the mountain of snacks visible in the window.
"Hey. HEY." Pepper yelled at some rat who was picking roses off the bush the florist had set out that morning. One look at Pepper's face and the thief took off, the handful of blossoms she'd cut shedding petals has she ran. Who said New Yorkers didn't look out for each other. The rose bush looked a little worse for the wear, but at least it hadn't been uprooted. Pepper didn't see much point in chasing the petty criminal down, not for a couple of flowers and certainly not when Pepper had someone to find.
Occasionally stopping along the street to ask outdoor vendors and hot dog cart pushers if they'd seen a tow-headed girl in an over-sized sweatshirt with a dragon emblazoned on the front, Pepper's path eventually led her to the park. She didn't see Kaylin anywhere at first glance, but it did seem like the sort of place the young girl would run to. Or at least someplace Pepper thought the girl would run to since she'd only known the mumper for an hour or two.
There was a strawberry blonde sitting on a park bench, surrounded by what the pigeons had left of her lunch staring at the sky. The woman seemed like she'd been there long enough, maybe she'd seen Kaylin.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 6:26 pm
Pepper was partially write in her assumption, the park wasn't a place Kaylin would run to though only because she hadn't known it was there. It is, however, a place she would happily hang around to read her newly acquired books, though not on any of the benches. The odd teen was instead perched near the top of a tree, the books she wasn't reading safely tucked inside her giant hoodie to keep them from falling. She hadn't noticed Pepper enter the park as all her attention was fixed on the copy of The Wee Free Men.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 7:21 pm
Raidan was only somewhat surprised at the lack of clients showing up today. Rarely did a day go by without something popping up. Well, it didn't matter much to him, he had enough money to pay the bills for the next year, between his last job and everything he'd tucked away in Savings over the years. Being in his early 40s, Raidan knew he'd eventually have to retire, so he prepared for it constantly. Unlike most in this city, however, Retirement didn't involve an island. The few times he thought about it, a mountain always sounded nicer in his mind. Maybe Tibet...He heard that monks often lived there, and he could use some peace. But not until he was in he was in his 60s, at the earliest. Peace would have to wait. On that note, it was time for his daily training regimen. He pulled out his wallet from one of the drawers and put it in another of the 4 coat pockets he had. He then got up from the chair, setting up his alarm system and locking the door to his apartment, then the one to his office as he walked out. A few swings at the sandbag were good for his health. As he got down to the lobby, he noticed a man with spiky blue hair and gym clothes at the counter. Based on recent news reports, that was Maurice "Monster" Ring, an up-and-coming Boxer. Most people would stare at his hair, but Raidan didn't, as his own hair, slicked back and slightly spiked, was completely white. Family trait. Still, it was unusual to see a pugilist in a place like this. " Meeting someone?" Raidan inquired as he walked over to the man.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 7:56 pm
A pen was being somewhat unconciously twirled as Gypsy waited for more customers, or the current ones to want something else. She happened to glance over out into the lobby through the large opening that led from the cafe to the hotel and nearly dropped her pen. Wasn't that the guy from earlier? Casting a quick glance back at her customers, the waitress drifted closer to the edge of the cafe . Curiosity was getting the better of her and she had to try not to giggle at the receptionist's reaction to his hair. Obviously she didn't know that you gotta have blue hair. Her eyes went wide as whatever was going on, the receptionist happened to look over and started to beckon her over. Giving a quick nod to the bar tender to let him know she'd be right back, she made her way to the desk. Already she could feel heat rising to her cheeks and she looked at the other girl not standing too close to the man as she didn't know where he drew his line for personal space. "Y-yes?" Her name tag is unceremoniously pushed at her and a hand gesture to the guy which apparently meant, from him. Her sparkling people skills were obviously her reason for being at the front desk. Gypsy looked over at the man from earlier as she took her name tag. "Y-you found my name tag? Th-thank you! I really owe you one. D-do you have time for a quick drink? My treat as I'm sure this was out of you way." Her cheeks stayed pink, but she did manage a smile. She motioned towards the cafe, also partly to get away from the receptionist as she didn't like people listening in on her conversation. (Sorry to be late in responding, it was sleepy time. =///= )
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:01 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 Mistee was about to offer tea, somehow...When she heard a commotion come from outside her door. When she looked up to see a beautiful woman scaring off a child, she gasped in horror when she saw the petals fall. She quickly stood and ran to the front door, Barnaby following like a horse in trot. Mistee ran over to the bush, bending over to examine her. All her freshly bloomed buds were either gone or ripped to bits.
With shaking hands, Mistee touched the plant, lip trembling. “R-Ramonia…” her slender fingers cupped the remaining blossom, it’s petals barely hanging on with just a vein. “Mmm…” Mistee knelt down, her eyes shining with fresh tears. She looked up at the man, “W-Why…s-sh…” she bit her bottom lip, not sure what to say.
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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