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Post by Mittens on Sept 20, 2009 21:10:33 GMT -5
Mittens strolled along the park, klanking her brass knuckles together to make a rythamic beat. Mothers hid there children, boys wissled as she passed by, the usual. Cocky? You could call it that. Arragont? You could call it that to. Spunky? Bingo. What did men see in woman? Mittens always thought that was a simple question. What she had. If you are reading this now your probably thinking, bitch. Now there you would be wrong, Mittens likes to reffer herself as a... Sassy sexy bitch. Now if you were thinking that then you would be right.
Mittens was in a good mood so she decided she would choose one lucky guy of the day(period) She walked over to a park bench examined the guy sitting on it_ She nodded_ He was cute_ enough(period) she satdown on the guy lap and grinned_ "care for a lapdance?"
((sorry about the messed up writing my computer started to spaz out the _ stands for a camma and the (period) stands for a period))
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Post by Irish on Sept 21, 2009 16:37:07 GMT -5
Irish was enjoying the book, he really was. Cousin Sean had lent it to him, they were reading it in school. Irish missed school, and he knew he couldn't go back now. He was too old, and his mother would never let him. The only problem with the book was someone was now sitting on it. A girl. Just what he needed. If Poet saw him... Irish looked up.
The girl was pretty. Different. Though he supposed this difference was because he had only seen Poet lately. "A lapdance, ey?" Irish asked, bewildered and amazed-somewhat shocked. "Oi don't know, lass. See, Oi'm not big into that. Oi prefer me lasses not so...easy... Oi suppose you could say." Irish nodded. "Excuse me, you're sitting on me book. Well, it's not really mine, more me cousin Sean's." Irish deftly removed the book and sat it safely on the bench beside them. "Now, if you're so interested, shall we start with names?" Irish asked politely. "Me name's Irish, well, me real name's Liam." He nodded. "Now how about you lass?"
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Post by Mittens on Sept 22, 2009 19:51:39 GMT -5
Mittens got up, good boy was he? We'll see about that, she thought determined, he couldnt be to hard to crack, "No need for names..." She said then glanced at the book he was reading, "OOOOO! ((What is the book?))! I love dat book!" Mittens smiled, she hadn't met alot of people who have read this book and it was one of her faveorites. And yes, she read. She automatically forgot about her goal and snatched the book.
"What part are you on?" She asked as she scanned the book, "Ive read it 3 times, Bookworm hates me for steeling it all da time from ha stash" She said, reffering to the brooklyn newsie, bookworm, man she loved her books. Bookworm lent ______ to her once and she couldn't stop reading it. She loved books, she didnt look like the kind of person who would but she did.
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Post by Irish on Sept 24, 2009 18:29:49 GMT -5
Irish was relieved when she got off him. However, he jumped when she clutched at the book. He smiled slightly, trying to grab it back gently, but gave up. "Um, Oi'm only on the third chapter. Me cousin Sean just lent it to me, they're reading it in school, and he knows Oi miss school, so he let me borrow it." Irish muttered. "Oi never would have picked you out as one to read Uncle Tom's Cabin..." Irish said cheerfully. "So, Oi'm guessing you like books, ey? Me, Oi like books too. Certain kinds though, me favorite's The Red Badge of Courage." He tapped his chin gently.
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