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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 10:32 pm
The blustery wind stirred miniature cyclones of litter and bits of paper as a small, grubby little girl picked through some old rags aimlessly. It was a cold gray day and the air was filled with a cool mist; somewhat drizzle. The girl stood up with a filthy patched blanket and draped it around her shoulders. Turning slowly, she slumped down against a brick wall, opposite a tin trashcan. With her little smudged fingertips, she drew pictures into the tiny water droplets that collected on side of the trashcan. A plump, funny looking man, a rainbow, a dog. These were just a few of the doodles etched into misty ribs of the trash receptacle.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:07 pm
(( Your descriptions are so lush... lovely... ))
~Rose step out into the alley to discard something unwanted. Her chain of flowers, now wilted from a couple of days of wear, have to be cast aside. She looks at every blossom on the strand, how it is curled inward, brown, and dead.... and for some reason, she thinks of Colon.
Rounding into the alley, she tosses it into the trash, but stops then, her eyes falling on the girl there. She is so filthy, and so little, it causes Rose to gasp a bit when she sees her.~
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:16 pm
Blood on Roses (( Your descriptions are so lush... lovely... ))
~Rose step out into the alley to discard something unwanted. Her chain of flowers, now wilted from a couple of days of wear, have to be cast aside. She looks at every blossom on the strand, how it is curled inward, brown, and dead.... and for some reason, she thinks of Colon.
Rounding into the alley, she tosses it into the trash, but stops then, her eyes falling on the girl there. She is so filthy, and so little, it causes Rose to gasp a bit when she sees her.~ ((Thank you very mcuh!)) The girl paused and turned slowly, her finger still on the can as it slowly turned numb on the cold, sleek material. A little ashamed of her appearance, she turned her back to the girl, her cheeks reddening angrily. With this, she pulled the blanket over her head, revealing it's potato-sack-like appearance. Glancing at the girl quickly, she turned away once more, and closed her eyes tight as if trying to shut her out completely.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:27 pm
~Rose didn't move backwards. She slid down to her knees, wrapping one arm around her legs and trying to maintain eye-contact with the girl.~
Hello... there... I'm Rose, what's your name?
~She had no idea what else to say. She found this predicament horrifying. Damn those people who neglect their children, those cokeheads and the like. Damn all the ones that corrupt the innocent. Dear God, this poor little baby girl.~
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:30 pm
He happens by the mouth of the alley, with his cel phone glued to his ear. He's on hold, trying to wait for the one on the other line to finish with their business. He slouches a bit against the bricks, his back to both of them, one arm folded under the other.
In rich clothes and perfect hygiene, he looks terribly out of place here.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:36 pm
Dumfounded, she finally faces the girl in awe. Her eyes widened, revealing the warm chocolate colored iris. She glanced at the ground as if concentrating on something, and opened her mouth eagerly, yet no sound came out, to her dismay. For she knew something this girl didn't: No sound had ever come out before, no sound ever would. Frowning with displeasure, she stood wearily, the sack-blanket falling around her thin frame like a curtain. She rubbed at her eyes, yawned, and toddled away, brushing gently past the gentleman with the odd device.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:47 pm
~She holds her hand to her mouth in disbelief, still reeling from the shock of this encounter.~
Sweetie, can you not speak? Don't walk away...
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:50 pm
He looks after the little girl, wearing a similar expression to Rose's....
It is immediately clear to him that this child is in crisis and someone should be assigned to take her into their custody and properly feed and clothe her.
"Rose... is that you? Do you know this child?"
He closes his phone. His business in Durem will have to wait.
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:59 pm
~She shakes her head, her eyes still on the girl.~
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:33 am
((Sorry, I got kicked off.))
Teetering back and forth, as if in a waltz of some sort, she makes her way to a nearby bench. Wiping the water off with her hand, she plops down exhaustedly and flops onto her side, her stomach gurgling annoyedly. Her eyelids droop, and her eyes roll back into her head slowly as she drifts off into a deep sleep, though it's probably past one in the morning.
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:57 am
Nate calls the Constable to see about making some arrangements for the little one's care... and then stands by. He pulls a power bar out of his pocket, a raspberry one in red foil paper, and hands it to Rose.
"She looks like she's starving."
(( Good night! Have to continue later...))
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:58 am
~She takes the thing, and opens it, breaking off a piece, she sits down on the ground by the girl on the bench. She holds the raspberry smelling bar up to her nose.~
You hungry?
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 1:02 am
(( Will have to post a reply later. ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 3:34 am
An insubstantial, formless mass...
..ringed by a white glow of moon reflecting off of cigarette smoke...
.............pauses for a moment.
It's a good idea to keep an eye on Nate in this neighborhood. Otherwise, the boy might just score himself some trouble there's no getting out of.
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