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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:11 pm
"Morning, sunshine." His back is turned to her--he's watching someone take out the trash.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:12 pm
"Shut up." She slides off the couch and rubs at her eye.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:25 pm
He shrugs and reaches to drag his backpack towards him. He doesn't ask about her plans for the day, because he's honestly hoping she won't remember.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:26 pm
Trin stumbles to the bathroom to wash her face then stumbles back to her little pile of belongings and proceeds to get dressed. "Ye need more alcohol too. Been too long."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:33 pm
"You know any good brands, just get them," he answers he absentmindedly. It doesn't matter to him. "..aren't you going to take a shower?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:34 pm
She pauses as she fastens on her belt to frown at him. "Ye implying something?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:40 pm
"That you might want to take a shower sometimes?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:44 pm
"I'll take one when I ruddy feel like it." She scowls at him then pulls a needle out of her belt. Without much pause she jams it into her upper arm.
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And since the bran has found the dial ups, introducing my second character! He is a short man in his late twenties, about trin's height with gray eyes and little spectacles. His hair is a dark brown, close to black, and very carefully cut above his ears. He wears a black suit, carries a briefcase, and has decided to inspect the strange happenings in the alley.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:51 pm
What IS going on in that alley? Let's tune in! The black-headed guy has managed to sit up and stop looking slightly blue, though he does look rather exhausted. He has repositioned himself so that he is sitting near his comrade and is fretting. His buddy still hasn't made a peep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:52 pm
He watches her. "Taking your meds?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:54 pm
"None of yer damn business." She looks around for somewhere to toss the needle then shrugs and drops it on the ground.
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Mister New Guy pushes up his wee spectacles and wanders over. "Hello, there." He glances up at the sky then back at them. "May I be of service?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:56 pm
He rushes to pick it up, but not on the sharp end. "Don't do that!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:58 pm
"I thought we agreed ye'd stop making up rules."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:00 pm
"That's assuming you aren't going to be sloppy around the house. Look, it's common sense--you don't. Drop. Needles. They're disgusting. I don't wanna get stuck with whatever's in this."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:01 pm
Black haired dude snaps his head in mister four-eyes' direction and blinks a few times. Realization suddenly dawns upon his little face and his expression becomes rather defeated before he finally mutters something.. that sounds somewhat foreign.
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