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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 21:13:09 GMT -8
Having left Genghis' office earlier, Clara spent the rest of the afternoon drifting in and out of dress shops, frowning at the selection. She missed the sweeping skirts of older eras, though she supposed the lack of bustles was something in favor of the new fashions.
With a sigh she stepped out of one of the shops, looking up and down the street.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 21:15:52 GMT -8
Jerrie was on his way out of the hardware store, picking up some supplies he needed for his latest job. He paused when he saw Clara, dropping the sack he was carrying into the bed of his truck before moving over, "Clara!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 21:26:10 GMT -8
Having stopped as soon as she saw Jerrie, Clara paused, swallowing. A little part of her wanted to turn tail and run the other direction, but she smiled and moved over. "It's been a while," she greeted quietly. A while, but she rarely went to sleep without at least looking the carving over, if not turning it over in her paws every night before setting it back on the piano.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 21:30:26 GMT -8
"It really has." He had meant to at least try to get a hold of her, but wasn't certain she'd want to see him after the last conversation. It had been...quite the emotional ringer, "How have you been?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 21:40:12 GMT -8
She rolled a shoulder. "The usual. Healing, but I'm entirely back on my paws now. And yourself?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 21:43:13 GMT -8
"As you say, th' usual. Findin' work day t' day. Makin' ends meet. Things like that."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 22:04:44 GMT -8
"Any good jobs of late?" she asked casually, looking him over. It really had been a while and it meant nothing. He still reminded her of things she didn't want to think about.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 22:11:32 GMT -8
He nodded, "I've been helping with the re-design on The Palace."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 22:17:21 GMT -8
Her attention focused at that, as the casual question turned abruptly into something else. "You've been working at the Palace?" she asked. "I've been hearing quite a bit about that. There's a re-opening gala soon, isn't there?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 22:34:31 GMT -8
Jerrie grinned slightly at that, nodding, "Yeah, we're just about done with it. Misto hopes t' have it all set by t'morrow night and th' gala's a few days later I think? Maybe sooner'n that."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 22:48:26 GMT -8
"Misto?" she asked in some surprise. "Do you mean Mr. Quaxo perchance?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 22:51:54 GMT -8
"What? Oh, yeah. Mistoffelees Quaxo. Owns the place an' all that." Jerrie looked a bit sheepish, "Still ain't really gotten used to that idea."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 22:53:25 GMT -8
Her eyebrows rose and she hoped she didn't look too shocked. "So, you knew him before then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2011 23:07:04 GMT -8
He nodded, "I met him back during the Influenza Epidemic."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 23:21:46 GMT -8
"How on earth did you meet him then?" she asked, still surprised. That was years of friendship with the tom she was supposed to be gathering information on, and she fought a brief battle with herself about how far to try and push this.
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