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Post by John Bristow on Aug 29, 2009 16:38:56 GMT -5
John grabbed his heart "I'm not THAT old" he laughed "well... close to it, I'm 33."
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Post by László on Aug 29, 2009 16:43:37 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah, soooo old. Mm-hmm...not. You made it sound like you were old enough to be my father or something."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 29, 2009 16:46:11 GMT -5
"Well when you get this age, you start to feel like you're old enough to be everyone's father" he smiled "that and when you got two little girls growing up so fast, you really start to feel every gray hair."
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Post by László on Aug 29, 2009 16:52:51 GMT -5
He just shook his head.
"Pah, it's still not that old. You were in your twenties not that long ago."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 29, 2009 16:58:09 GMT -5
"I barely remember my twenties" he chuckled "you're right though, I should probably just thank god I have my health."
((I love how Marie got older but John still the same age, I love the verse.))
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Post by László on Aug 29, 2009 17:07:31 GMT -5
((Hehe, and László will be eternally 23))
"Yeah."
He was so tempted to ask about John's...power...but wasn't at all sure if it was a touchy subject or not.
"So, er, how'd you end up running a place like this?"
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 29, 2009 17:12:29 GMT -5
John smiled softly, a touch of nostalgia coming to his eyes "I was a carpenter by trade, but it wasn't working out, and I ended up homeless and very sad. But I began to save, with every small job I got and within a few years I was able to buy this place, it was junk when I bought it and it took me a while to get it fixed up.
It was my wife who convinced me to turn it in to a homeless shelter."
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Post by László on Aug 29, 2009 17:16:15 GMT -5
"Well, I'd say you've done a good job with the place."
This was perhaps the first time he'd ever heard of John's wife, and it hit him that he'd never seen anyone around that could've been her. But as he was not given to pry, he didn't ask about her.
"Looks like your wife had the right idea."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 29, 2009 17:17:40 GMT -5
"She did" he sighed "she was a good woman, treated the world like it deserved to be treated and then some."
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Post by László on Aug 29, 2009 17:23:01 GMT -5
"Was...? Sorry. Didn't know."
Well, that answered that question, and it'd been an answer that he'd already guessed at...though in this case he'd rather have been wrong. John was a nice enough guy and that sort of loss happening to him was hardly fair.
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 29, 2009 17:24:56 GMT -5
"S'all right" he replied, the remaining bits of his long lost accent showing up again, it always happened at the strangest times "she was shot during the revolution, I've done my mourning. I've moved on."
Had he though? He never stopped to even think about it.
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Post by László on Aug 29, 2009 17:26:57 GMT -5
He wrinkled his brow.
"Revolution? What revolution?"
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 29, 2009 17:28:12 GMT -5
John stared at Laszlo "I er, guess you didn't hear about it? There was a huge fight for power around Paris like ten years ago..."
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Post by László on Aug 29, 2009 17:33:28 GMT -5
"I was 13 and living on the streets in another country...didn't hear much about what went on beyond my city."
Though now that he thought about it, he did vaguely recall hearing some of the customers on the streets talking about "a mess in France" around that time.
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 29, 2009 17:35:08 GMT -5
"Makes sense, and that of course would make you, almost 23?"
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