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Post by Zippy on Aug 29, 2011 0:28:49 GMT -5
The sky was the most brilliant shade of red, yellow, and purple. Zippy leaned over the side of the roof, smoking a cigarette and watching the sun set.
She would give anything to have paint colors that were like that.
As the sun went down, Zippy took deep breaths, reminding herself that there was a whole sky, a whole word, that she still had yet to experience. She had to remind herself that she wasn't stuck, that she wasn't abandoned, that she was simply in a transitional phase in her life.
The sky was a beautiful reminder of all that Zippy wanted but didn't have.
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Post by Skittery on Aug 29, 2011 16:08:47 GMT -5
"Pretty, huh?" Skittery's voice was quiet as he took up space on the roof as well. He didn't expect anyone else to have stole away up here. Now that the person he shared the rooftop was was Zippy, he scarcely minded at all. The way she told him earlier - that he'd scared her? - had put him off somehow, but if the two were living under the same roof, it was inevitable that they'd at least see one another once in a while.
"New York's kind of a filthy rat's nest," he said pointedly, "but I like the sunsets." Might as well get out a greeting as well: "Hi, by the way."
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Post by Zippy on Aug 29, 2011 18:10:27 GMT -5
"Hey," Zippy greeted, with a half smile. A part of her was thrilled he was here, the other part really just wanted to be alone.
"there is this weird feeling of tranquilty during a sunset, don't you think? It's hopeful really." she began, trying to collect her thoughts about it. She liked what he said about the streets being dirty.
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Post by Skittery on Sept 1, 2011 19:23:16 GMT -5
He lingered, longer than a moment, trying to figure her out. With remarkably insightful eyes, he regarded the sunset with an artist's appreciation. "Hopeful." He liked that. "Kind of like a 'congratulations, you made it through the day,'" he offered, half joking.
A pause or two later, he then turned a bit to face her. "Are you doing all right?" he asked at length. She'd treated him, well, sort of funny since their episode in the library. Guess he couldn't blame her at all - he might have been a little bit of a creeper.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 1, 2011 23:33:29 GMT -5
"Yeah, just a tough life, y'know?" Zippy replied, glancing back at the sunset. "What I really love about sunsets is that they look different everyday. Different concentration of clouds interact with the sun's colorful rays, making each day unique." She smiled a little, considering this idea, before looking over at him.
"How are you doing?"
((I just watched "Blood drips" last night and I can't stop thinking of Mike on the 'Old Road' HAA))
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Post by Skittery on Sept 2, 2011 16:19:24 GMT -5
((Mike FULLY won me over in Blood Drips. "I don't want a telegram...!"))
Oh, science. And yet, art! Zippy always seemed to bring common sense and dreamy concepts together. What a brilliant kid. He nodded in silent agreement, and to answer her question, "I've been better." Should he allude to the fact that he'd been missing her lately? Would that add to the creep factor? It probably would; he shouldn't say anything. "Missed seeing you around, kid." Damn it.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 16:49:33 GMT -5
(( "Well FUCK ME!" -- "FUCK YOU!" ))
Zippy gave him her full attention at that point, blushing. "Where'd...where'd I go?" She asked, chuckling. "I've been here." She shrugged, crossing her arms, studying him.
Now she was confused- she thought he wasn't feeling her in that way. She blinked at him, raising her eyebrow.
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Post by Skittery on Sept 2, 2011 19:45:26 GMT -5
((Best line ever goes to Max, though: "Fuhgetabout Trey. Where's my fuckin' chair?"))
"'S a good question," he then said after a momentary pause, leaning with his back to one of the low-lying walls fencing in the rooftop. "Remarkable how little folks' paths cross around here. I haven't seen Boots in three weeks," he joked, "and I sleep in the bunk above his." Truth be told, it was easy to be seen, or not be seen, around that lodging house.
"And what have you been up to, then?" He cracked a handsome grin at her, blinking in the dimming sunlight. "You've gotta fill me in, now. I've missed everything."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 22:32:17 GMT -5
((I LOVE THAT LINE. especially Max's hand motion during it))
"Same ol', same ol'," Zippy replied, sighing a bit. "I guess I've started asking around for my brother, Eli, down on the Lower West Side, but I've had no luck. It was a long shot anyway. How about you?"
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Post by Skittery on Sept 8, 2011 11:58:10 GMT -5
"Been keeping to myself," he admitted, his hands in his pockets. Skittery was a brooding sort, and he always felt like a square peg in a round hole around the others, deep down, at the end of the day.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 8, 2011 17:01:31 GMT -5
"Well there ya go," Zippy pointed out, smiling at him. "It's you who's been missing, not me." She looked back at the sky and then back at him.
"I found another inscription in that 'Midsummer's Night Dream' book we found." She reached for her bag and took out the book, flipping through it until she found the page she was looking for. "Here, check it out," she said, offering the book to him.
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Post by Skittery on Sept 13, 2011 6:29:30 GMT -5
It was a little dumb that Skitts found such pleasure in the fact that Zippy held onto the book since last he saw her, but he allowed a grin to trace his features anyway. "Let's see here. 'Elizabeth and Michael, August 27th, 1776." His eyes lit up with fascination. "You think this was when they got married?" Well, he'd hoped it wasn't when they died, anyway.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 14, 2011 1:07:29 GMT -5
Zippy nodded in agreement. "That's definitely my first guess." She glanced at him, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I would like to do that someday."
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