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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 10:40 pm
*Still with his hands off the wheel.*
No?? Are you sure? It's a lot of fun.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 10:46 pm
NO thank you!
:::She shouted, and turned away. Not that she could see a damned thing. If she ever found her hair annoying for being too long, she just plain old resented it now. She closed her eyes, and it stung as the strands whipped her cheeks and eye lids:::
What is our ETA!?
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 10:49 pm
So take it off like your home alone
You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone
Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend,
like "girl I think my butt gettin big"
*Luke grabs the wheel.* What?
*He turns down the music a little.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 11:02 pm
E...T... ::::She was shouting when the music suddenly came down::: ...a.
When are we arriving at our destination?
:::She was getting a little desperate to leave the vehicle:::
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 9:41 pm
*Luke still can't understand what Cora's babbling about. When she asks a different question, he figures it must not have been important.*
Depends on traffic!
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot)
*They drive a little further, and Luke swerves the Focus across 3 lanes of traffic.*
Here's our exit.
*They drive underneath a huge sign that says EXIT 7 - SOUTH STREET. Soon Cora is surrounded by shops of all kinds. They drive past restaurants, book stores, clubs, flower shops, and "Condom Kingdom" on either side of the vehicle.*
*Luke turns down the radio and searches.* Now all we have to do is find parking..
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 9:50 pm
:::They've slowed down enough so that her hair is not violently thrashing into her eyes. She opens them to a world of never before seen commerce:::
Wow...Luke, what is this place?
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 9:59 pm
*Luke drives around, slowly circling blocks.*
THIS is South Street. *A car pulls out of a space and Luke grabs it, quickly putting on his blinker and parallel parking on the street.*
*He grins at the other drivers who had been going for the same space. One driver flips him the bird at he go past. Luke salutes them, as if to say "right back atcha."*
*He gets out of the car.* We got everything here. Food, booze, and weirdos from all over the place. *slams the door* So, hey - you should feel right at home.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:04 pm
:::Cora was still buckled into her seat, but as she watched Luke getting ready to step out, she scrambled to release herself. It wasn't long before she found the big orange button that released her buckle. She patted the side of the door, and saw the handle, soon she had the door open, and was pushing herself out of the seat. She was glad to be out:::
Is this where monetary exchange happens? Like, shops? Is this where we're going to eat? What are we going to eat? Are there apples?
:::She followed Luke like a puppy:::
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:11 pm
*Luke hits a button on his keychain. The doors lock.*
Whoa, whoa... *He makes a "T" with his hands.* Easy, killer. Don't give yourself heart failure.
First ... *points down the sidewalk to the right* We need pizza.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:13 pm
:::Now a little more situated, Cora pats down her fly-away hair, and brushes herself off:::
Pizza... is that like an apple?
:::She was asking questions, but hardly looking at Luke anymore. Her surroundings were phenominal:::
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:18 pm
*In listening to her, Luke realizes how limited her experiences are to his world.*
*He grins and makes a motion with his hand for her to follow him.* Just stick with me, babe. You've got a lot to learn.
*They pass by people of all races and ethnicities. Shops that look like gang warfare has taken place, to stores constructed just weeks before. Almost everyone passing by them is laughing and talking, holding bags of merchandise.*
*Luke and Cora stop at a restaurant called D'Angelo's. Luke leads her inside, hand at her back.*
*A bell jingles as they enter. D'Angelo's isn't packed, but it's busy for a Friday afternoon. They are surrounded by round tables with red & white checkered cloths. Off to the side, guys in aprons behind a counter spin circles of dough between their knuckles. It smells of oregano and burnt cheese. Far into the back pool tables are seen underneath a cloud of cigarette smoke.*
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:31 pm
:::Cora wrinkles her nose for a moment as the overwhelming smell of grease and cigarette smoke pass over them at the threshold. But she can only stand to squint for so long before the curiosity get the best of her. She puts aside her olfactory senses to take a good look at everything around her:::
:::What seemed most catching was the man behind the glass tossing a flat wobbling object in the air, catching it mid-spin, and doing it again:::
This is where you consume a pizza...?
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:37 pm
Yes it is.
*They wait in a line at the counter. Luke sees Cora eyeing the guy with the pizza dough.*
And that *points* is where pizza is born.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:43 pm
:::Cora staggers back an inch:::
You mean... we're going to eat...a pizza in its infancy? Oh...I... :::She was suddenly very uncomfortable thinking that the baby pizza would have to die just so she could consume it. She couldn't bring herself to look at Luke:::
Isn't there anything we don't have to kill for sustinance?
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:55 pm
*Luke stares at her for a moment like - what the ******** is this chick babbling about?*
NO. No, we don't kill the pizza. It's not alive, Cora. It's .. It's not...
*Holy s**t, he needs a drink.*
You'll *Luke smirks and gives up.* You'll understand when you see it.
*Luke and Cora reach the front of the line.*
*A guy in his forties with a pot belly and a thick Philly accent asks.* What'll it be, kids?
*Luke nods.* Hey, we'll have a pie with pep ... *Not that's meat.* Bac .. *s**t that's still meat.* Mush ... *No, then he'll have to explain fungus.*
Just *clears throat* Just make it a plain pie.
*He takes their order.* You got it.
*Luke adds.* And we'll take two sodas.
*Luke gets their drinks and leads Cora to one of the tables.*
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