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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:19 pm
((This is between Sejii and Deo_Baka :3))
Setting: a busy night in the New York streets
The busy streets of New York had dumbfounded Jasmine, who had been used to the calm, rural areas in Ireland in which she had spent most of her life. The girl had been following her small family on foot to a boarding house that her distant relatives owned, when she had been pulled away by a strong neon glow that perplexed her. The crowd around the neon sign had disrupted her veiw of the sign so she turned to look at her family. Jasmine uttered out a small squeak as she found out that they were no longer there. "This isn't good..." She mused. "I'm not sure I'll be able to speak now, and I probably won't be able to communicate with anyone with just a sketchbook in a place like this!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:25 pm
Deon groaned as he dodged a few more glares as he waked down the busy streets of NY. HE was on patrol, and on top of that he wasn’t in plain cloths. More or less he was now a target...a target with a little badge on his chest and quite a few hunters wanting to take him down. Slowly he pulled out a cigarette and light it, his eyes darting around the streets as he took a drag. So far, so good...then again he was in a GOOD part of town...
The fun was yet to come.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:39 pm
Jasmine scanned the part over the street frantically, looking for anyone that looked like they could help her. Spotting a police officer from a scattered crowd, she walked towards him, reaching to tap him on the shoulder when she was close enough.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:43 pm
He turned around, holding the cig in his hand and smiled at the young woman "How may I help you today miss?" He asked, smiling at her. He loved helping people, yet he always managed to get too far deep into problems.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:00 pm
Glad she had gotten the officer's attention, Jasmine fished out her loyal sketchbook out of her jacket, writing something down and handing the book to the man. "I got lost here." it read. "But I know the name of the place where I'm supposed to be, do you know where Mama Peterson's Boarding house is?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:07 pm
He nodded slightly, concerned why she couldn’t talk, but not making a big deal about it "How about we get a taxi and I drop you off there? Thats close to where I need to be anyway for my beat...how’s that sound?" Deon asked, smiling at the odd mute like woman.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:12 pm
Jasmine looked at the man, slowly nodding in response as she put the book back in her jacket.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:14 pm
Deon haild a cab and then opend the door for the woman, nodding for her to get in.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:19 pm
The girl nodded a thank you towards the man, and gently stepped inside. As soon as she was in the cab, she diverted her eyes to the busy streets, now interested at the strange dress of the people near the neon sign that she had been preoccupied with before.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:25 pm
Deon yawned then jumped in, telling the driver where to go, before turning to the young woman "So...ummm...do you talk at all, or do you have some kind of problem that hinders you? And Im Deo by the way..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:32 pm
Jasmine looked at the man- well, Deo- as he asked his question, soon reaching for her sketchbook and wrote something down. When she finished, she handed the book to him. "Well, yes and no. When I'm in a relaxed atmosphere, I can usually talk, but if I get stressed or nervous, my voice refuses to work.
And I'm Jasmine."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:39 pm
He smiled and nodded "Dont sweet it Jazz, Im sure your eventually become more laxed like me... He then thought up something and smiled "If your just visiting, think of it this way, your never gonna see any of these people again, so it doesn’t mater what you say!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:45 pm
((xDD! Oh, irony, how I love thee~))
Jasmine breathed out a small laugh as she gave a small snicker. grabbing the sketchbook again and jotted something down. "I doubt it... In all fifteen years of my life, only my distant cousin has heard me speak."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:54 pm
He laughed softly "Awwwwww...come-on...say something...you need to if your going to function in this world...just do what I do and don’t think about what your going to say!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 4:01 pm
Jasmine shot a sharp look at the man, writing something else down. "Well, it's not that I think about what I should say, it's just that when I get nervous or stressed about anything, I might try to say something, and no sound comes out!"
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