Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:22:21 PM)
(This user has entered Streets somewhere) (IP = 76.19.84.171)

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:22:34 PM)
(This user has entered Streets somewhere) (IP = 65.190.18.13)

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:23:50 PM)
*Bly was walking down the street. His pupils were still white with the iris and sclera a deep black. He was wearing jeans and a plain tshirt.*

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:25:59 PM)
*Nora...had found herself a favorite alley. It was in fact one of her many "addresses" to use where she could simply sit, be a "hobo" and mind her own business. She was settled in the alley, reading a book. For effects and..well, really just a social experiment of sorts, she did have a jar labeled " Help" beside her filled with a few coins*

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:30:09 PM)
*Bly peered into the darkened alleys, cautious but seeming cool. He blinked at seeing the negative of the pooka.* ...Nora?

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:30:55 PM)
*She paused...and looked up slightly*....My mother is a fish? *...and indeed, the page she was reading DID say that"

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:31:49 PM)
*He frowned.* Don't tell me you live here.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:33:14 PM)
Of course not! After all, where do we " really live". Home is where the heart is, and I can't say my heart is here. It's likely in Bermuda. That -would- make a nice home.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:33:52 PM)
Besides, I live here, there, and everywhere. Rents cheap too. And No maintenance

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:34:47 PM)
*He crouched down next to her.* Really? You know you can stay at the freehold a few nights if you need to, right?

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:36:16 PM)
A box is a box, a nest is a nest. I prefer my nests

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:37:48 PM)
An alley isn't a nest.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:38:48 PM)
Of course it is! *she pointed to some papers* there's the feathers..and padding. A sidewalk is simply a branch on'e does not have to drop down from

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:40:56 PM)
one*

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:41:40 PM)
You all just sleep in boxes and cages, places with locks and doors *she shivered* Shut in where the air does not move and you cannot feel the rain.

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:42:34 PM)
*He looked at her, frowning softly.* You could keep the windows open or at least get a tent.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:43:43 PM)
*She shrugged and packed away her book and smirked* Its amazing how lovely a hole in the wall can be..when you are merely the size of a bread box

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:46:16 PM)
*He held his hand down to her to help her up if she wanted.* I suppose your gifts make it easier.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:46:54 PM)
*She took his hand....of course she was a bit on the..not so neat side, but not bad. She stood up and stretched* All my gifts make things easier daaaaahling.

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:47:54 PM)
*He half smirked.* I'm sure. *He let go of her hand, wiping it off on his jeans.* Hungry?

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:49:10 PM)
*she eyed him for a moment, her smirk still on her face* Does the dew dry lazily in the sun?

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:53:44 PM)
Where shall we graze?

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:55:47 PM)
((??))

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 9:56:32 PM)
(sorry, tv got me a sec) What foods do you like to eat? Do you want a burger or steak?

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 9:57:32 PM)
There is a range? Hrm. Lets go see what Mario and luigi are up to. We can squish meataballs

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:01:50 PM)
Interesting. Italian soundsgood.

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:02:08 PM)
*He waved down the street towards an Italian eatery.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:02:46 PM)
Spastic *she walks along and pockets her change* so how was life today being an angel of the outfield?

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:03:39 PM)
I have a migraine and the excedrin isn't working.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:04:26 PM)
Tsk tsk. that's what Thinking too hard gets you.

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:05:14 PM)
It's what I get when I challenge a father trying to get his kids.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:06:11 PM)
Wait, I thought you were sports, not social services? Or are you a kidnapper now?

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:07:13 PM)
More like an abuse shelter. *He said and sighed.*

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:08:29 PM)
You speak riddles like me! *She shook her head and grinned, nudging down a street* Well if you are that ill, I hear a beer and a quick snuggle with a redlight lady will fix you riiiiight up. I can even donate tip

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:14:34 PM)
((test))

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:15:59 PM)
*He looked at Nora and blinked.* No.. I don't want to face the wrath of any female in my life.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:17:13 PM)
...no see you PAY them...for them not to show you wrath

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:17:40 PM)
....Unless that's a euphemism. and if that IS euphemism...are you gay?

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:20:12 PM)
No! *He said to her, eyes wide. He almost walked into a street light but barely missed it.*

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:24:51 PM)
*She would pull him aside away from the street light* easy there. Watch the phallic symbols

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:26:03 PM)
Nora, that's.. that's.. *He shook his head.* I need to get you tickets for the season by the dugout.

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:27:18 PM)
....so I can see men slap each other's asses?

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:27:54 PM)
Don't forget the spitting. *He chuckled and ushered her into the restaraunt.*

Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:28:16 PM)
*and would walk in* I figured that was simply a bonding and mating ritual

Eugene Gibson (Oct 26, 2011 10:29:29 PM)
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Nora Rook (Oct 26, 2011 10:29:38 PM)
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