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 Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:52 am
If Haley had spilled something like that to anyone else, she probably would have gotten a derisive laugh -- or, at the very least, a raised eyebrow, a skeptical noise, some kind of condescending agreement. Warwick just blinked at her, though, like he was processing that, and then his expression went thoughtful over it. Blame it on the drugs working on his system, perhaps. Or maybe not.
"...um. What kind?" Not that he really sounded convinced. Not that he dove in with full enthusiasm. Puzzlement lingered around the edges. "When?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 8:07 am
“I was a dancer,” Haley said proudly. If her hair was at any level of a reasonable length, she would have done an over-the-shoulder ‘look how great I am’ hair toss. “It was back in the early-mid fourteenth century. That was such a pretty time. Except for all the dead people and Black Plague and stuff. But I was a really good dancer. Actually…”
She rose out of her seat and stood before Warwick. “I think I can show you. I don’t have the same talent as my past life, but I can try.”
Haley then proceeded to dance. The dance was pretty awful, and had some blatant sexual overtones that would be considered anachronistic in that time era. It was full of booty-shakes, shimmies, a**-slaps and all; complete with pops, locks, and even drops.
"Like that," she said, proudly of her routine that was sort of like a striptease from a first-time stripper. With polio.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:50 am
The brightly curious light of his expression faded as Haley proved her previous skill. His smile faltered and went baffled, Warwick blinking helplessly and flushing through some of her more enthusiastic moves. He hadn't studied much fourteenth century history, but he was fairly sure that people hadn't moved like hip hop video backup dancers...
By the time she was done, his jaw hung a little slack, his mouth open as he dug for some kind of reply and the joint more or less forgotten between two of his fingers. "That was...ah."
No, there were no words for it. He floundered for another moment and then cleared his throat. Let the silence speak for him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 12:50 pm
"That was ah," she repeated. He seemed a little stunned - was it that good? Or that bad? She didn't care very much either way, she had fun. "Ah-mazing. Yes, thank you, I know." Despite her self-flattering words, her tone made it clear that any undeserved arrogance that could be interpreted was meant to be playful and not taken seriously. She sat back down beside the boy, took the joint back from and inhaled some in.
"So, why don't you show me some of your work?" she asked, letting the smoke slowly out as she spoke. "Consider the joint my payment. Now go on, put on a show!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 9:31 pm
Warwick let smoke roll out over his teeth, watching her with that bewildered expression still clinging around the edges. The problem was, he couldn't decide if she was serious or not. The dancing said 'no', but her attitude...
He let it drop as she took back her drugs, humming thoughtfully for about ten seconds like he wasn't going to fill her request. Unfortunately, he could only do it for ten seconds, too short to be really convincing; then he was in movement, grinning to himself as he stooped to poke through his bag, shoulders rolling in a quick shrug.
"Just briefly? And then you have to go...should I throw down my hat, too?" No waiting for a reply: he fished out three different sized metal rings and with absent flicks of his wrist sent them into motion. The pattern started as a simple juggle, up and over to inside out, slowly morphing to something more hypnotizing. The rings weaved through each other, his eyes on her face the whole time.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:42 pm
It may have been that she was high, but as she watched Warwick's performance go, she thought it was the one of the greatest things she had ever seen. And she once saw a talking tree smoke a cigar. Of course, that was more a hallucination, but it totally counts. She sat, watching him with the dumbest smile on her face until she couldn't hold in her amazement anymore and leapt to her feet in applause, holding the joint in her mouth.
"That awesome, even better than my dancing!" she exclaimed, with a frightening level of seriousness. "How did you even learn to do that? I feel like I'd drop everything before I even started." She offered what was left of the joint to him to repay him for his performance.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:04 am
He blinked at the words, catching all but one of the rings on his wrist to come to a halt -- the last one clattering off of slow fingers and rolling slowly to rest against one of her feet. Then a smile overtook his face again, Warwick reaching out to pluck the joint out of her fingers and stooping to catch his ring from the earth at her feet. He could have explained that usually he did that while standing on someone else's shoulders, but that might just have made her head explode.
"...uh, well." The rings jangled against each other as he dropped bonelessly back down to sit. "Started with, you know, couple bean bags, but I was like eight. Add about fifteen years to that, and you can get pretty okay."
He drew smoke in, slowly, grimacing at the burned-down roach between his fingers. Warwick offered it back. Let her have the last drag.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 9:04 pm
Haley shook her head no, refusing the last smoke. “No, no, you can have it; I have some more of my own. Besides, you deserve it, payment for your performance.” She would have appreciated some payment for her own awesome dancing performance, but that wasn’t something she just made a living on. Dancing was just something she was obviously talented with.
“That sounds like a lot of work and practice,” she said. Putting work into things was not at all her forte. The only thing she ever worked hard on were her protests, and the best she came up with were very unpopular flyers. She offered a short stack of flyers to Warwick. “Do you think you could hand out some of these flyers for me?”
She asked hopefully, although she had the feeling even if he took a stack he’d likely not pass any out. Hopefully he wouldn’t just throw them away in the trash.
He could at least recycle them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 8:47 pm
Warwick's instinctive reaction was to reach out and take the flyers, even before she'd posed the question, before he realized what he was getting into. It meant that by the time her words clicked, he was already holding a stack much larger than he would have liked, his mouth opening and closing a bit like a fish.
"...oh." It was definitely too late to say no, now, with her expression hopeful and her words still rattling in his ears. In any case, it couldn't hurt to put the stack in the tattoo parlor, on the corner of the front desk. Let people pluck them if they so desired, maybe put one up on the wall outside.
"...alright. I mean. I can do something with them, yeah." He was too good-natured -- and too much of a pushover, too -- to say no.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:38 pm
"Thanks," Haley grinned as she collected the last of her belongings, her hair not fully braided together and the loose braid starting to fall apart. "I should probably head back home. My parents don't like it when I'm late for the post-dinner munchies session." She paused. "But um...."
She slipped a pen out from her back pocket and scribbled her phone number down on another flyer and gave it to him. "Call me sometime so we can hang out again and smoke each other out. Or you can teach me your tricks or something."
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 1:57 pm
He looked a bit taken back, his head tipped to the side and eyes wide -- girl's number. Should he be treating this like getting a proper girl's number? He fumbled for a moment before folding it in half and tucking it into one pocket with exaggerated care. Maybe Haley wasn't a girl-girl, he wasn't sure, but it was still good to know people.
"Uh. Sure. Just to hang out and stuff." God help him but Warwick was awkward, flashing her an uncertain sort of smile as he held up the bundle of papers she'd handed him. "And I'll deal with your flyers somehow..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:18 pm
"Yeah, hang out and stuff," Haley grinned, his awkwardness was obvious. She hadn't meant there to be anything suggestive about handing the boy her number, but she wasn't the type to care if he presumed as such. "I got a get going, it was nice meeting you, man."
She gave a farewell head nod as she turned off and headed out of the park, a small skip to her step as she went on her way home.
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