Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:11:06 AM)
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Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:11:12 AM)
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Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:13:55 AM)
*Violetta knocks on the door to Hobovilla, no doubt feeling it open under her touch, being barely closed and unlocked. A smile on her face, she juggles the bags she is holding into her left hand and steps inside wearing a lovely and deceptively simple cherry red dress with spagetti straps, the long dark hair falling down her back freely almost to the hem line.* Furgus?

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:16:00 AM)
Ahh flophouse sweet flophouse. The condo was filled with hobos of various ages and degrees of stench. The place itself was a disgusting amalgation of stale booze, body odor of at least fifty different people, desperation, crushed hopes and dreams. And yet it was alive, people shifting about moving back and forth as they passed their bottles of whatever they'd managed to score. The walls were coated in street signs and newspapers, sticking some how to the walls, ways that Violetta no doubt didn't want to know in the slightest. Violetta's appearance caused an uproar as many of the hobos stared at her with a mix of lust and confusion in their eyes. The name however got them all to shrink away with her with respect. He was clearly the alpha hobo, after a couple of minutes he made his way out of the kitchen with some twice cooked baked beans he'd found. " allo, Aria, wot'r you doin 'ere?"

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:20:43 AM)
Looking for you mon amie. *She smiled as she stepped closer towards him and he could swear for a moment that he saw a deep, almost hearbreaking sadness held within her blue eyes. That touch of light and divinity sweeping through the room as she entered it, clings to the air with a gentle promise, as she pulls a smile to her lips that doesn't quite reach her gaze.* I had a favour I wished to ask of you, if you are not busy of course.

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:24:00 AM)
The other bums were watching with rapt attention at the woman in spagetti straps who actually talk to one of their own as an equal. "Dijeet yet?" He offered the pan of twice cooked baked beans towards here friendily. A brief look from him towards the hobo army before they saw fit to start making their way out of the condo, leaving only their stench behind. "Ol' Furgus is nevah too bizy fa ya Aria."

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:27:17 AM)
*She moves through the run down little apartment in the working class side of town, the bags swinging from her hands as she shifts to the window.* It is strange being back here, I should not have avoided it so long. *Pulling the curtains back a little she gazes out of the window and down to the street below as the bums make their way out of the apartment.* I was not sure what it would be like to be here again.

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:32:46 AM)
"Well, Ol' Furgus did make it a bit more welcomin to him and his friends, dinnit think that it would make ya too unhappy since you did say dis place was for Ol' Furgus to use as he saw fit." He shifted out of her way as she pulled the curtains closed, "you still ain't said what Ol' Furgus c'n do for ya Song."

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:34:33 AM)
I did. *She turns away from the window and shakes her head a little drawing a smile onto her face.* And Sophie is gone, so we must move on no? *Stepping towards him she holds out the bags.* I have a business dinner and need a date for the night Furgus, if I go alone it will look bad. I was hoping that you could help me please?

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:36:58 AM)
..." Ol'Furgus ain't the sort that can be taked on dates. Not smart enough, nor do da rich folk like him much. Why not take dat Michael guy dat is always around you? He's much more da type ta impress folks just by his appearance and talkin skills." He looked, questionable about the favor, why would she choose him?

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:38:43 AM)
Michael is a detective you see, and I do not want him scaring people off no? *Still offering him the clothes she lies shamelessly, the lovely smile and compelling voice smoothing away the edges from her words.* Besides, I promise not to take advantage of you mon amie, it is purely so that I do not appear to be alone. I brought you some clothes.

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:42:09 AM)
"Folk think detectives are respectable.. how won't Furgus scare them away with the fact that he looks like dis? Folks' be disgusted by him when he walks past, or tink he's a kook, both are wrong, but some folk don get it yet. Dey will, dey all will." He peered into the bag curiously enough though.

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:43:40 AM)
Of course they will, but if you take a shower and put on some new clothes you could fake it for me one night no? *Looking at him with that gentle smile, her blue eyes resting softly upon him seem to see past the facade to the creature beneath.* Besides, I think that perhaps underneath all that dirt and hair is a remarkably attractive man.

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:50:52 AM)
Now he gave her a really suspicious look, "a showa ain't gonna clean up Ol' Furgus' tongue or beard none. Nor his ratty hair, that'd take some special shears or some sort to get rid of all dat craziness." He didn't seem to really want to change himself that much.

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:52:31 AM)
I like your hair monsieur. If you wash it it will be perfect! All you would have to do for tonight is shower and change into these clothes oui? Then we can go and have dinner together.

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:55:43 AM)
Da others would think I was leavin dem behind if I started wearin all dese fancy clothes." He scratched at the hair on his head and it was possible some things jumped on out. "Jus dis once?"

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:57:00 AM)
*She smiles gently to him with a small nod.* I would appreciate it mon amie. Truthfully, it would be nice to sit down and have dinner with you and see the man behind the dirt.

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 12:58:07 AM)
"Da man behind da dirt or what have ya is da same. Just less dirty." He shook his head a moment, "fine, fine, since you did do Ol' Furgus a solid, he can return da favor. I'll try'n make myself look respectable."

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 12:59:14 AM)
*A sparkle finally returning to the blue eyes that is free from the sadness the sight of the apartment destroyed had caused her she passes him a piece of paper.* Meet me here in one hour mon amie?

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 1:00:15 AM)
"An hour, might be bout long nough, here is da place for meeting or elsewhere?" He couldn't help feel as though he might have been roped into something but he'd agreed now, what could he do?

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 1:02:13 AM)
*She nods, and indeed dissapointing her now seemed needlessly cruel, so happy did the beautiful girl seem to be at the idea of having his comopany.* Oui, just a small restaurant, you like Italian food?

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 1:04:53 AM)
"Food is food mon cheri Aria, beggas and survivas can't always be choosas. Ah will be makin my self ready ta go, and meet you here." He took the bag and headed to where the bathroom was in the apartment. "See ya soon mon cheri."

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 1:05:30 AM)
Oui. *She smiled and started out of the apartment, stopping for a moment by the door to call back.* Merci Furgus.

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 1:05:50 AM)
(and gonna close this while I console woman. Hopefully be back soon!)

Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 1:06:08 AM)
(no worries, may be with others in the restaurant when you get back but will be there!)

Furgus Tincastle (Apr 25, 2011 1:06:18 AM)
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Violetta duBois (Apr 25, 2011 1:08:00 AM)
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