Sapphy
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 22, 2011 8:01:46 GMT -5
((LOL ran outta room -- CLOSED THREAD YA SQUARES.))
Sapphy was the lead chick of Manhattan's greaser group The Jailbirds. She was always dressed sharp and her words were even sharper. She wasn't afraid to kick off her heels and join a rumble -- especially whenever someone in the gang was involved.
She was filing her nails on the Duane Street High School steps, hair gently curled and red pencil skirt tight. She wore black tights and a cream top with black polka dots. The scarf in her hair matched her top perfectly. Her red pumps were killer -- allegedly -- rumor had it she staked a rival gang greaser in the chest with them.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 8:39:39 GMT -5
((There is nothing about this I don't love.)) Racetrack was a prominent member of the Rockets. Second-in-command, when you came right down to it, though he was happy enough to let Spot Conlon be the big, bad leader. It gave him more time to run illegal poker games behind the gym bleachers, making a fortune off his schoolmates and spending it all on needy friends and cigarettes, or pairing it up with a fake ID to bet at the horse races that gave him his nickname. He had lingered behind his friends today, settling a bet while the rest of his gang swaggered into Duane Street High. Adjusting his leather jacket and sunglasses, he climbed the steps by himself and paused to check out a stunning girl with a nail file. With her face bent over her task, he couldn't quite tell if he knew her. ((Race is just always a sidekick rather than a leader in my mind. Not because he can't be a leader, but because he doesn't want to--too much pressure, not enough freedom to do his own thing.  )) |
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 22, 2011 8:42:53 GMT -5
Sapphy flipped her hair over her shoulder without using her hands. She lounged back, more stretched out as she tried to look at her nails in the sun.
She uncrossed and crossed her legs again.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 8:48:25 GMT -5
Race leaned very casually against one of the porch pillars and cleared his throat. "Hey there."
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 22, 2011 8:49:37 GMT -5
"Keep walkin' drape," Sapphy didn't even bother looking up.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 9:02:21 GMT -5
Race pulled out a ridiculous gold pocket watch that he liked to carry simply because it was ridiculous, and checked the time. "Nope. 'Cause homeroom starts in two minutes, and then you'll have to get up, and then I'll know who you are. Or you could sit here and keep filing your nails just to thwart my clever scheme, but then I'll make you late and that'll be kinda funny, so..." He smirked.
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Sapphy
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 22, 2011 9:04:58 GMT -5
Sapphy let out a tsk under her breath.
"Shaye Nolan. But everyone calls me Sapphy," she said. She finally looked up at Racetrack... He looked familiar. She didn't stop filing her nails. "And you are?" she arched an eyebrow.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 9:20:36 GMT -5
Oh. Oh. Goddamn it. He should've known her right away, but she'd changed her hair since last year...or her fashion sense...or gotten taller, or something. She was one of the Jailbird girls, the one all the other girls followed around like a pack of really hot wolves. He wondered where her entourage was this morning.
"Racetrack Higgins," he muttered, tucking the watch away, "and y'know, we really are gonna be late, so..." He headed for the school doors.
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 22, 2011 9:24:29 GMT -5
Shit. That was his name?
Copper was always bitching about The Rockets and Racetrack Higgins was near the top of that bitch-list. The Rockets and The Jailbirds hated each other.
"Hey Rocketboy," she called, looking over her shoulder. "You just gonna walk off like that? Kinda rude..."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 22, 2011 9:25:32 GMT -5
((le sigh, it's totes romeo and juliet greaser style! *squishes them*))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 9:40:56 GMT -5
((But less dead in the end!...hopefully.))
He turned to smirk at her again, since the first smirk was kind of wasted. "What happened to 'keep walkin' drape'?"
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 22, 2011 9:44:06 GMT -5
((Hopefully..................................  )) Sapphy smirked back, a little devilishly because, well, he was pretty hot. "Have you ever tried to stand up in a pencil skirt and heels?" The way she shifted, her blouse lowered to expose her freckled shoulder. |
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 10:08:15 GMT -5
He watched appreciatively. "Need a hand, kid?" And he offered one. It wasn't like there were Jailbirds lurking in the shadows, right?
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 22, 2011 10:14:11 GMT -5
"Please," Sapphy said, mock-demurely. She lowered her eyes to adjust her skirt. She looked like a pin-up with her eyeliner cat eyes and long lashes today.
Yes, Sapphy was completely loyal to The Jailbirds. She lived for their gang color, red, and would go to hell and back for any of the members. Hell, her own brother was the leader.
But flirting with a Rocket? That seemed like the dangerous kind of fun that got Sapphy off. She offered Racetrack a well-manicured hand.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 10:18:33 GMT -5
He took it and examined it critically.
"Your fingernails are completely smooth," he announced, helped her to her feet, and glanced at his watch. "One minute till the bell. I guess we can't be seen walking in together. Mrs. Trumball will be shocked and horrified if I'm on time, so why don't you go first?"
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