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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 14:23:31 GMT -8
Mistoffelees shuffled through his deck, his usual habit, as he watched the people milling around the park. It was about lunch time, so more people were out in force than usual, especially since today was warmer than yesterday, and he enjoyed listening to them talking in groups.
He pulled his legs up to sit cross-legged on his bench, glancing around the park.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 14:26:33 GMT -8
"'Ey, Misto. Didn't expect to see you 'round here." A southern-accented voice his left as Mungojerrie approached languidly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 14:27:20 GMT -8
Misto whipped his head around and smiled at the other. "Hey! I haven't seen you in a while either."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 14:29:10 GMT -8
Jerrie chuckled, motioning to the bench. "Mind if I join ya?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 14:30:10 GMT -8
Misto scooted over a little. "Go right ahead."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 14:31:53 GMT -8
The torbie sat down, absentmindedly withdrawing his switchblade and partially-carved block of wood. "What've you been doin' with yourself?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 14:32:44 GMT -8
"Not much," Misto said. "Mostly street tricks and shows. I've been helping someone out with some odd tasks, and some stuff like that. How about you? It has been a long time since I've seen you." He grinned, giving his shuffle an extra flourish.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 14:34:56 GMT -8
Jerrie chuckled as his knife bit into the wood, whittling it gradually down. "Well, ain't much change for me. Still finding odd jobs down at the docks, and working on and off for someone 'round this area."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 14:35:53 GMT -8
Misto laughed. "Sounds familiar." Odd jobs sound exactly like what he had been doing.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 14:36:39 GMT -8
"Yeah, gettin' kinda sick of the uptown work, but hell if it pays who'm I to complain?" He shrugged slightly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 14:38:04 GMT -8
"Pretty much," Misto agreed. "How's your sister doing these days?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 14:41:58 GMT -8
"Pretty well, working day shifts at a restaurant 'round here." Usually He was still feeling tense about her having to work the late shift that week. "Don't really want her catching the bus or walking home after dark. Not in this town anyhow."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 14:44:22 GMT -8
Misto nodded. "No kidding. I keep hearing different things, about crime and stuff. I've managed to avoid it though, but it's not a good idea to take chances right?"
((Oh honey, so hopeful and yet so doomed.))
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 14:46:39 GMT -8
Jerrie shifted a bit uncomfortably at that, thinking of the still in his basement, his knife biting deeper into the wood. "Yeah. Best not ask for trouble."
((Who, Misto? We wouldn't dream of doing anything to him would we?))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 15:47:35 GMT -8
Misto glanced down at the block of wood in his hands. "So, what are you making then?"
((Nooooo, 'course not))
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