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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 12, 2007 21:52:21 GMT -5
*Jake sat back in the loft at sunset, his long legs dangling over the edge beside the ladder as he leaned back against the rustling heap of sweet-smelling hay. A mousing tabby rubbed her head against his elbow as he played a slow tune on his harmonica. He had a few minutes before he'd have to start in on the night's chores.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 12, 2007 21:53:39 GMT -5
*Lizzie paced the small loft, and finally sat heavily on a bale of fresh hay, blowing wisps of hair out of her eyes.*
"Jake? You know this ain't gonna do."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 12, 2007 21:59:29 GMT -5
"Ah know," *he said dully, taking off his hat and rubbing his sweaty brow.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 12, 2007 22:02:17 GMT -5
*Lizzie moved to sit next to him, dangling her own feet.*
"So what we gonna do about it? You know...you could let me get a job and help pay fer a place, but you'd have to let me out of this one for more than two minutes at a time. You know I ain't got no skills for the arts."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 12, 2007 22:04:13 GMT -5
"No way in hell am I lettin' you roam this city lookin' fer work--" *he looked at her pointedly.* "'Few do that, there's only one kinda work you'll be offered." *he shook his head.* "I'll find something. I've always been able to make a way."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 12, 2007 22:06:53 GMT -5
*Lizzie rolled her eyes.*
"Aww...come on, Jake. Surely ain't all the women here out of work or whores. Please..."
*She made a pathetically, well practiced, sisterly pout.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 12, 2007 22:08:33 GMT -5
*Jake squeezed his eyes shut.*
"It's not gonna work--no, no, no, STOP IT, LIZARD!"
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 12, 2007 22:10:33 GMT -5
*Lizzie did anything but stop, leaning closer, just waiting for him to look.*
"Pleeeaassse, Jake. You know I can help."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 12, 2007 22:13:29 GMT -5
*Jake opened one eye a slit and thew back his head like he'd been shot.*
"GOD DAMN, OKAY!"
*he shook his finger in her face.*
"You got one week to find somethin', if you really want. And I'm comin' along."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 12, 2007 22:16:53 GMT -5
*Lizzie smiled wide and threw her arms around his neck.*
"Aww Jake! Thank you!"
*She sat back and sucked her lip in thought.*
"Well...what other kinda work is there here? I mean...you got more big city 'xperience than I do at this point. May be a laundry or some kitchen?"
*She looked up hopefully.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 12, 2007 22:19:10 GMT -5
*Jake, defeated for the moment, sat back against the hay and tipped his hat down over his eyes.*
"'Lizbeth...ah seen you do laundry--last time you starched mah shirts 'till they stood up on their own."
*He grinned.*
"But you're a fair cook. An' ah hear the whorehouse is lookin' for a cook now that their old one's been kidnapped. 'Least you stopped puttin' salt in yer pies."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 12, 2007 22:23:19 GMT -5
*Lizzie's jaw fell agape and she scrunched her nose and lunged at him with a squeal.*
"Jacob Adam! I haven't done that since I was eight years old! You ain't never gonna let me ferget are you?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 12, 2007 22:25:23 GMT -5
*Jake tickled her in the ribs and shoved her back into the hay.*
"Ah couldn't spit fer a month after takin' a bite o' that pie. I'll never fergit it, 'n neither can you."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 12, 2007 22:28:33 GMT -5
*Lizzie shoved herself away from him, hay sticking all awry from her hair. She turned her back to him, arms crossed.*
"Fine then...I guess you won't be needing no more of my pies..."
*She looked over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.*
"Ever."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 12, 2007 22:32:04 GMT -5
"Aw hey now, let's not be hasty," *he got up on his knees, looking stricken.* "C'mon, 'Liz. I ain't had a home-baked bite o' nothin' since ah left." *He took off his hat and held it over his heart.* "Have a heart."
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