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Post by John Bristow on Mar 14, 2009 21:37:48 GMT -5
John smiled as they worked, he was lucky to have so many wonderful people around, and lucky to meet such wonderful people.
A hour or so later, he sat back with a huff but right before he could say anything a young girl ran in the room and jumped on his lap causing another huff.
"Hi Papa!"
"Hello Marie, you know you're getting a little to big to be jumping on my lap like that" he ruffled the girls hair "you'll be what 30, 40 in a couple days?"
Marie laughed "I'll be 12 you jerk" he looked over "Oh!" finally noticing Tanya and jumping off of her fathers lap and walking over with an outstretched hand "I'm Marie, and you are?"
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 15, 2009 23:08:09 GMT -5
Hardworking as ever, Tanya smiled back between verses, glad herself to meet new, nice people and to have something good to do.
When they were done, she leaned back against the wall, sighing as well. The sudden appearance of Marie startled her a little, but she smiled again; she liked young children, and she reflected that Marie reminded her of Yasha. Seeing her enthusiastic greeting, Tanya beamed and shook her hand as well, giving a one-handed curtsey. "I'm Tanya. A pleasure to meet you!"
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 16, 2009 21:58:57 GMT -5
Marie smiled "Tanya? That's pretty, see I 'eard you singing in'ere and I 'ad to come see wot was 'appening."
((She has an English accent because she lived in London with her mother while John looked for work, her mother was killed in the revolution.))
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 17, 2009 0:36:00 GMT -5
Tanya's own smile was warm. "Thanks! Oh, I'm always practicing my singing, because I'm going to be a professional soon, really!" She sighed at the dream, glancing out the window in the direction of the opera house before turning her attention back to Marie.
((Aww, poor thing.))
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 17, 2009 0:47:57 GMT -5
((It's sad. Now John's lonely and was in love again with another of my characters, a male elf, but the barbie smashing would be TOO epic so I simply never wrote the story and just had them end it when I first introduced John.))
Marie smiled "Wow! Tha's awesome, oh I should go get Hazel and you guy's can sing togever, but she's tired because we went swimming today" sighing "so she's taking a shower and going to bed, will you be here tomorrow?"
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 17, 2009 11:10:39 GMT -5
"Oh, really, thank you," Tanya replied, almost embarrassed now and twirling the end of her ponytail around one finger. "Aww...well, that's okay. I'm sure I'll be here tomorrow, I don't have any other pressing engagements."
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 18, 2009 14:26:19 GMT -5
Marie smiled "That would be wonderful" with a bounce she turned to her father "Papa?"
"Yes Marie?"
"I wos thinkin."
"You were, I didn't know little girls could think."
"Shh, I wos thinkin', about you know 'ow I'm gonna go to school soon and I'm not gonna get to see you and stuff."
"Uhh huh?" John replied with a sad smile, it was going to be hell without his little girl around.
"Well I wos thinking, that I'd write you every week, because of yea."
"You'd miss me? But you don't even like me!" John winked over at Tanya.
"Oh you!" Marie kicked her father softly in the shin "I'll write you and Marie and Lost and everyone at the shelter, so you won't forget that I exist."
"I could never" he hugged his daughter "now go get washed up, I'll have some sandwiches ready in a bit."
"Thanks Papa" she kissed him on the cheek and turned to Tanya with a little bow and ran out.
"I wonder what brought that up?" He shrugged his shoulders and stood up with a stretch "Hungry?"
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 22, 2009 2:53:07 GMT -5
Tanya had to smile at that; it was familiar banter, and she returned the wink as she fixed her hair. It was really quite nice to be around friendly people when one was in a strange city. She gave a slight bow herself in return, then put her hands up in a "who knows?" gesture.
"Actually, yes, thank you."
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 23, 2009 15:43:26 GMT -5
He smiled and nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen "What kind of sandwhich do you like?"
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 30, 2009 7:11:18 GMT -5
((Annnd, once more back.))
"Oh, any kind is fine, really, except ham...just jelly works fine for me."
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Post by John Bristow on Mar 30, 2009 21:26:35 GMT -5
((Lol it's fine love))
"No peanut butter?" He asked pulling out a large jar "Made it myself."
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Apr 1, 2009 4:29:43 GMT -5
"Ohh, you have peanut butter?" she replied, turning, and impressed. "That'd be great, thanks! I'm just not really used to having it, it's been in pretty short supply."
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 1, 2009 15:49:30 GMT -5
"Well I was lucky, a very good friend of mine works in a peanut field and was able to steal away a whole bag" he spread the butter on the bread and grabbed the jam "I don't use it often, except for people such as yourself and my daughters."
He leaned forward "And sometimes myself, mmm."
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Apr 5, 2009 15:43:14 GMT -5
"Oh, that is a stroke of luck," she replied happily, sitting at the table and rocking her heels lightly. She couldn't imagine anyone getting access to peanut fields in Russia, or New York, or for that matter the desert. "And that's very kind of you."
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 5, 2009 23:00:00 GMT -5
He laughed and handed her the sandwich making another for himself and Marie.
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