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Post by Jesse James on May 1, 2008 1:08:47 GMT -5
"No it's fine" he sighed "I've lead a long life" he stroked her hair softly.
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Post by Diana on May 1, 2008 1:14:12 GMT -5
((At this point, not much is known about Diana's past but I'm definitely looking forward to coming up with something. XD))
"Haven't we all?" *She sighed sadly.*
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Post by Jesse James on May 1, 2008 1:22:57 GMT -5
((Woot))
Leaning over he kissed her forehead.
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 8:43:12 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Lark appeared in the humble doorway, wearing a conservative dress (at the insistance of her manager) and looking quite proper all things considered. She did love that smell, it reminded her of home, and she took a deep breath before calling out her accent sounding a bit unusual for France. And you know, she was speaking in English.*
"Anyone around?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 8:48:07 GMT -5
"Heyyyup," *called Jake from inside a stall, where he straddled a horse's hind leg backwards, a hoof pick in one hand. He glanced up at the young woman and slowly put down the horse's leg in order to remove his hat.*
"Anythin' Ah'kin do fer you, ma'amoiselle?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 9:03:18 GMT -5
*She was struck for a moment by his accent and build. It was nice to see someone so obviously from the States so far from home. It had been a while. But remembering what she'd been told time and time again, she tried to keep things professional.*
"I need a horse. I was hoping to rent one. I figured that you had them to spare, when the show wasn't needing them."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 9:07:32 GMT -5
'Mer'can.
*He perused the woman with a lazy, half-lidded glance.*
"Ah might have a few ta spare. You jus' gimme a holler when your boss shows up an' then we'll talk."
*He turned away, pulling a stained kerchief from his pocket to wipe his grimy hands on.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 9:10:30 GMT -5
Oh, so that's how it'll be?
*Lark set her jaw, her body tensing for the spar to come.*
"He isn't." *She answered frankly.*
"Now, if you want to do some business we can. Or I can take mine elsewhere."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 9:16:32 GMT -5
*He squinted at her.*
"What's a miss like yerself gonna need with horses fer showin'? Yer better off hiring a hansom cab fer gettin' places," *he said with a low chuckle and a shake of his head, the briefest of grins flashing across his face.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 9:23:42 GMT -5
*Nice smile, but the boy obviously had some views that just ground against her.*
"Folks just don't seem to find that quite as impressive." *She retorted, cocking her hip.*
"I don't see what the problem is. You've got the horse to spare and my money is good. Are we gonna talk or not?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 9:28:32 GMT -5
"Whatcha need 'em fer?" *he asked, suddenly suspicious of what the tawny spitfire wanted with his precious animals.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 10:24:13 GMT -5
((zomg....hotness of new icon is overwhelming me...must...reply....))
*Lark sighed heavily.*
"If you gotta know, mine was colicking and couldn't make it to France, all right?"
*She shook her head.*
"Don't need to buy a new one, just need one that's comfortable performing until mine can make the trip. It wouldn't come by harm, I swear."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 12:14:41 GMT -5
"What kinda performin'?" *he drawled, his eyes flickering with vaguely lascivious interest.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 12:19:31 GMT -5
*Lark looked confused, then disgusted. She swelled indignantly, her eyes burning bright.*
"If you must know, I happen to be a trick shot with the touring folks that recently arrived. If you dare mention anything 'bout a woman's place...I'll..."
*She flustered slightly.*
"You'll find yourself useless to a woman in two shakes of a lamb's tail."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 12:37:34 GMT -5
*Jake shrugged.*
"Women'r well 'nuff as they are. Girls with ideas...they're a more dangerous breed, now," *he said wryly.*
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