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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:42 pm
"Flying mostly kills my appetite," she confessed. "But if you want to eat, I'll find something to munch on and keep you company...if you like." Why did Joliette sound...what was it, worried? Nervous? Why?
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:47 pm
Joliette shook her head "No thats ok I'll grab an apple to eat as we walk, I ate a little while ago, wasn't sure if you had" she said looking up at Chana before wandering towards the fruit on the counter
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:51 pm
Chana spied something else that appealed to her and picked up a piece of wheat bread to snack on. "Are there set meal times?" she asked.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:53 pm
Joliette looked towards her and shook her head "No, theres no set times for anything in the village, we do as we please" she said before taking a bite from the apple
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:57 pm
"I...see," Chana mused. That was...very odd. The mentally disabled, especially autistic people, didn't react well to an unscheduled set of events. Was the camp director mad?
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:02 pm
Joliette noted her hesitant reply and leaned against the edge of a table "I guess it's kinda nice to get away from deadlines and such" she mused sticking one hand into one of hte plethera of pockets that riddled her vest
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:03 pm
"Oh? What was your last job?" Chana asked, innocently.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:08 pm
"I'm a photographic journalist" she told Chana "Thats how I wound up here actually, got too nosey for a good scoop for my own good." she was honest when she said that, though she wasn't sure how to expect it to be taken
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:12 pm
"Ah huh," Chana replied. That explained a lot. Minor islands like this were almost always private property...and so she could imagine that the media (or rather, the tabloids) would love to know just what was going on onshore. That thought process was, Chana knew, what came of growing up in America. Land of the freedoms to be fought for and home of the nosy.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:15 pm
"I found the person I was looking for though, so I guess even if I can't share that info it was worth it to know my hunch was correct" she stood up once more "Shall we?" she motioned the door
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:17 pm
"Yes, we shall," she replied, thinking a bit about what Joliette had said. So she'd come here looking for someone? It was probably some celebrity's brain-damaged child, due to drugs during pregnancy, or something like that.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:20 pm
Joliette dropped the core in a trash can "So what do you do for a living Chana, on the mainland that is" she asked looking up at her
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:24 pm
Chana blinked at the change of subject. "Well...I had a temporary job packing boxes of food for the Ark while I was waiting to hear back about this job," she replied, a bit nervously. There was something...out of kilter here. And Chana wasn't sure what.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:26 pm
"The Ark? I'm sorry I'm not sure I'm familiar with that" she said scratching her chin looking curious
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:31 pm
"The Ark is a Jewish food pantry," Chana explained. She didn't really want to get into more detail at the moment.
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