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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 11:51 am
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"Yeah, exactly like that. Thanks." Pepper told the woman. She had found Kaylin, now what? This was not one of Pepper's better thought through plans. If she knew the girl better, Pepper probably would have yelled at her to get down and go home or something. But that seemed a bit too familiar given their current relationship, or lack of one. Perhaps it was best to wait?
"Is this seat taken?" She asked the strawberry blonde, deciding to wait Kaylin out. The young girl was safe, and probably relatively happy reading in the tree. It's not like some scum could drag Kaylin into a dark ally when she was up there, there really wasn't a reason Pepper could think of to change the current arrangement of events.(And with Aaron's post, we have the rp's first openly genderfluid flower thief! xD Now I have to bring them back. Ladies and gentleman, watch your potted plants, there's about to be a blossom-based petty crime wave!) ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 12:13 pm
Kaylin eventually closes the book and thinks about what she had just read (don't expect to know details cause the writer has never read the book herself), using the receipt as a bookmark. She slowly starts looking around the park, eyes eventually falling on a blond and strawberry blond who had been looking at her. She blinks once. Blinks twice. Wasn't the blond the bookstore owner? Why was she here? She waves at the strawberry blond who seemed to like staring at her, thoughts now focused on why the other blond seemed to be following her now.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 1:01 pm
"Notes rhythm and rhyme..." "Hm?" She looked down again and towards the blonde lady. "Oh, n-no. Go ahead." She hastily moved her things from the bench, putting them in her lap. Poesi's gaze quickly went back up the tree. It all seemed so bizarre. Though the girl was apparently real, why was she up in that tree? And why was the blonde lady looking for her?
There were more questions than answers, the more she thought about it. Like being stuck in a whimsical dream. Alice chasing the White Rabbit through Wonderland. Was she really awake? And then the rabbit waved at her. No, not rabbit... Girl. It's a girl. In a tree. Right. Poesi blinked, giving the strange girl a small and hesitant wave back. "H-hello...? Why are you up in the tree?" "...It's all in my mind, but what isn't?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 2:07 pm
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Pepper tried, usually, to ignore the city's weirdos. Today, however, they seemed to be hunting her down. She decided it would probably be in her best interest not to engage the woman next to her anymore than she had to. Kaylin was enough of a people problem for the year. As long as Kaylin stayed in the tree, Pepper didn't really see how the strawberry blonde could bother her too much. Unless the woman started throwing rocks, but she didn't appear to have any projectiles on her.
Picking her nails and feigning disinterest in what was going on around her, Pepper waited on the bench. In reality she was taking in her surroundings at a surprising level of detail for someone who was looking at her nails. Her ears twitched as the woman next to her spoke to Kaylin, although Pepper made no move to acknowledge the interaction. She hoped the strawberry blonde had good eyesight, Kaylin's notebook probably wasn't that legible from the tree.(Wee Free Men is about Tiffany Aching, who becomes the witch of the chalks after her grandmother. She saves her little brother and the baron's son from the Queen of Fairies with the help of Pictsies, who are the little blue men on the cover of the book. New York Times called it "Like Celtic mythology fused with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It more than fulfills Kaylin's 'sassy witch' requirement.) ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 8:59 pm
He made it back within the time limit thanks to his sprinting. Unfortunately, took its toll on old wounds & made it so Aaron had a hard time working for the rest of the day. He would be there until closing time working on cars.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 3:11 am
All customers were taken care of for the moment, so the petite waitress was pondering what she had seen after hurrying back in. As she had gotten the customer's order the bartender had flagged her back for, she happened to glimpse something odd out the window. To her befuddlement, a man had run by carrying a potted plant.
It wasn't the oddest thing in the world, but it gave her something to think on. Why might someone need to run with a potted plant? 'Maybe he wanted to do one better than a bouquet and got his sweetheart the whole plant.' She couldn't help a giggle at the thought, but quickly covered with a light cough behind her notepad. She peered around quickly hoping no one had noticed her random giggle.
Luckily for the easily embarrassed lady, no one was paying attention. Good in one way, but the day sure was dragging now. Seemed none of the usual talkers were in, most of the customers keeping to themselves or the company with them. Gypsy contented herself to waiting for her break. She could get a little food and maybe step outside for a bit. Yes, that might be nice.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 6:22 am
Lacy puffed on her cigarette as the tall, white-haired guy in black approached the taxi. He was attractive in that rugged, trouble-comes-looking-for-me kind of way. Of course, who was she to talk? Trouble came looking for her on a regular basis. For that matter, she tended to find it on her own. As he asked if the cab was taken, a tall guy holding a potted plant nearly ran into the white-haired stranger and yelled back "Sorry" as he passed. What was it this morning with all the attractive, albeit slightly odd, people running around the city?
Lacy opened her mouth to tell the guy that her cab was already spoken for when Maurice came out and told him. She realized that they were both going in the same direction and did a silent fist pump in her mind--knowing that she was probably going to get a bit extra from this trip. "Hop in, boys. I'll get ya there in a flash." As they both got in, she couldn't help looking at them in the backseat. 'Mr. Blue and Mr. White,' she thought to herself, 'that's how I'll think of them,' chuckling quietly.
Making sure that Blackbeard was still in his spot on the dash, she cranked up the taxi. As she stole another glance at the hotel, she saw the waitress talking to customers and thought 'Cute girl. Hopefully Mr. Blue didn't lose his opportunity...'
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 8:47 am
Raidan nodded at the woman, pleasantly surprised by his good fortune. He opened the cab door and entered the vehicle, sliding over to the left seat. He had noticed a slight impatience from Maurice, like the man had to get somewhere ASAP. Raidan figured he'd appreciate having the right seat in that case, given that in most cases a cab stopped with the destination on the right. He looked at the Cab's dashboard and noticed a small reptile. A Chameleon? Interesting choice for a pet. He mused. Between the cabbie's choice of attire and her little friend, she was rather unique. She also looked like the type that attracted trouble, but was capable of handling herself. He doubted he'd see her at his office for a case. Smiling, he relaxed into the seat, going over the training regimen in his mind. 50 Swings at the Punching Bag, 50 Squats, 50 Push-ups, and 10 minutes on the Treadmill. Repeat if needed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 10:26 am
Kaylin had started to write a note in response to the unknown ladies question only to stop with a frown. Anything she wrote probably couldn't be read from up here. She carefully sticks her notebook and the book she had been reading into her hoodie and starts climbing down, moving quickly and with ease. She had become quite a skilled climber in the past few months of being awake. Once on the ground, she pulls her books out of her hoodie and trots over to the woman, writing in her notebook again. 'I wanted to read and I like being high up.' She shows the lady her notebook once she's next to her, glancing at Pepper curiously before writing something and showing the grouchy blond, 'Why are you following me now?'
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 12:50 pm
"Notes rhythm and rhyme..." She stiffened for a moment as the strange girl began climbing down, afraid that she might fall. Once she stood on solid ground, Poesi took a sigh of relief. Though she was rather impressed. The girl climbed as well as a squirrel, and seemed to be rather clever. After all, she had never seen anyone else carry things in their hoodie like that. Though she did wonder... Why is she writing to me? Is she perhaps mute? She smiled shyly at the girl. "Oh, I-I see. What were you reading? She asked, trying to be polite." But when she caught an accidental glance of her note for the other lady, she felt slightly worried. Was the girl in trouble? Should she try and get help? Poesi gave the blonde a quick look, trying to determine whether she was bad news or not. It was hopeless, though. She could never tell such things. "...It's all in my mind, but what isn't?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 12:58 pm
Before Maurice could even start to voice his complaints about this they were getting into the cab. Not that he really had a choice in the matter, so he slipped into the cab and tried to keep to his side of the car as much as possible and hoped the traffic wouldn't be too bad. If it was, he would be late for sure. This was going to be an uncomfortable ride...
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 6:12 am
Noticing Blackbeard asleep on the dashboard, she gently put him in the small, traveling pet carrier she always kept in her taxi on the passenger-side floorboard. As Lacy pulled away from the curb, she looked in her rearview at the two men in her back seat, amused at the fact that, even though her taxi was usually quite spacious, they were so large and muscular that they were crammed in there, arms and knees touching. She smiled inwardly at the very uncomfortable expression on Maurice's face....and then a bit more at the obliviousness of the white-haired man, deep in thought. Time for some awkward small talk. Awesome. she thought, sarcastically.
Interrupting the white-haired man's train of thought, she asked,"So, what do you do?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 10:25 am
Luna walked along the path in the park, her current mood caught somewhere between stormy and sad despite the beautiful day. She stopped to look at an odd flower, then turned to continue her walk. After winding through the park as much as possible, she sighed quietly and turned toward the bustling city. She found a bench, sat down, and started watching the people walking past. 'Everyone has somewhere to go,' she thought, 'somewhere to be, something to be doing.' She continued to watch strangers pass, slowly becoming aware of her growling stomach. Closing her eyes and tilting her head slightly, she breathed in the city air, willing her stomach to hush and be still.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 10:42 am
Raidan had begun contemplating what to have for tonight's dinner when the cabbie asked him a question. He then noticed Maurice appeared uncomfortable near him. He raised an eyebrow, not sure what would make a pugilist nervous. " I'm a Private Investigator. I work on various cases for those who hire me. Gathering information, item retrieval, and occasionally working with law enforcement to bring criminals to justice." Raidan explained as he looked at the woman. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the buildings of the city flew by. They were making good time, Raidan thought he might be able to get in some extra training today.
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