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Post by Risk on Nov 8, 2011 23:26:15 GMT -5
Risk chuckled softly as he grabbed a couple plates from the drawer and set it on the table. "Fifteen years old -- it wasn't anything official, but we thought it was. Her name's Callie. She was part of, uh, the Bronx gang I was in... she always had a front and always tough but she knew how to have fun. She just... happened to have fun with other people when she was with me."
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 8, 2011 23:31:12 GMT -5
"Ouch," Macbeth said with a slightly sympathetic smile. She finished with the sausages, emptied the pot, stuck it in the sink, and left the fire burning in the oven, because the nights were getting colder. She carried the sausages and beans to the table, then the bread, then a couple glasses of water. "If we can convince Jo to wake up, dinner is served. Also, your turn."
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Post by Risk on Nov 8, 2011 23:36:36 GMT -5
"First crush?" smirked Risk as he finished setting the table. He sat next to Jo and gently stroked her hair. "I can try and wake her up... she needs to eat. Want me to?"
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 8, 2011 23:39:18 GMT -5
"Go for it, but I ain't responsible for what happens to you." She blushed at the question, silently cursing him but trying to playing it cool. "This kid I grew up with--mostly went by Scamp. Lived right down the hall from us. He taught me to pick pockets, and I made him read all the classics. 'Course, he was in love with Ada."
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Post by Risk on Nov 8, 2011 23:41:44 GMT -5
Risk frowned sympathetically. "That's why it's called a crush -- it's supposed to hurt," he chuckled before gently picking up Jo and whispering in her ear. "Jo, it's time to eat, c'mon, wake up..."
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 8, 2011 23:52:48 GMT -5
Jo wake up by flailing her arms like a windmill, hitting him in the face and almost knocking over a chair. Beth caught it and snickered. "I warned you." She sat down and served herself a sausage, munching away rather cheerfully.
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Post by Risk on Nov 8, 2011 23:56:58 GMT -5
"Aww, Jo, it's me!" said Risk cheerfully, ignoring her flailing and trying his best to hold her steady. Jo simply frowned, obviously unhappy that her sleep was so rudely interrupted by Risk. "Milk? Want milk? Auntie Beth's got milk for you!"
((Gotta run! Night! <3))
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 9, 2011 0:01:20 GMT -5
"The kind that comes out of a bottle," Macbeth clarified quickly, interrupting her sausage to refill Jo's glass. Jo had calmed down by now and grabbed the glass happily, drinking a bit more neatly than before and reaching for the beans.
((Me too--bedtime! 'Night! <3))
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Post by Risk on Nov 9, 2011 19:44:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's what I meant," muttered Risk quickly as he wiped the table clean of Jo's spilled milk. He sat down, ready to devour his food.
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 9, 2011 19:49:34 GMT -5
"Don't let her eat all'a those at once," Beth advised as Jo picked up a whole handful of beans. She'd wrapped her sausage in bread and wolfed down half of it already. She was surprisingly hungry tonight. While they ate, she tried to think of another question, wondering if he would really answer anything.
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Post by Risk on Nov 9, 2011 20:46:52 GMT -5
"Don't worry," mumbled Risk, standing up to grab a smaller bowl for Jo. He placed it in front of her, taking a handful of beans and putting it in the bowl before finally biting into a piece of bread.
"So, whose turn is it?" he asked, his mouth full of food.
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 9, 2011 20:58:04 GMT -5
"Mine." She swallowed a forkful of beans. "Which gang didja useta run with?"
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Post by Risk on Nov 9, 2011 21:05:58 GMT -5
Risk stopped mid-chew and frowned. "I'm assuming that whatever we tell each other stays between us, right? No running to Ershey about anything?" Then again, she knew most of his secrets but he wasn't about to take that chance.
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 9, 2011 21:13:45 GMT -5
Macbeth gave him a thoughtful look. She told Ershey virtually everything, but... "If it's in the past and it don't effect her, I won't say anything." That, in her mind, was a promise, and Beth wouldn't break a promise if her life depended on it.
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Post by Risk on Nov 9, 2011 21:18:45 GMT -5
"She knows about the gang... it was when we still lived in the Bronx. Ever heard of Monk Eastman?" he asked, glancing over at Jo, who was patiently eating her beans.
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