Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:15:39 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:15:44 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:15:55 AM)
Really? And you'r here for life now? *asks, glancing to her only briefly before she looks out through the window, to the lights and nightly sights moving past*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:16:44 AM)
"I do hope so. I tire of moving around so much." She smiles faintly. "It would be nice to have somewhere that I can truly call home..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:17:50 AM)
Yeah...I suppose. *she says slowly, still looking out the window* You have work here then?

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:19:19 AM)
"Not at the moment. My boss had to put me on indefinate leave until he could find a replacement band. He still gives me a weekly check, but it is not nearly what I am used to. I may have to give up my apartment, if things do not change... and quickly."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:20:26 AM)
*turns her head to look to her once more* Sounds serious. And here you'r driving me around with your money.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:22:06 AM)
She smiles and shrugs. "I can afford to pay a simple taxi's fare. And just because I will lose my apartment does not mean that I will end up on the streets. It just means that I will need to move somewhere else." She sighs. "Far too many people know where I live as it is. It may not be that bad of an idea..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:23:49 AM)
*smilse a bit* Or you coudl just find someone to live WITH. Someone big, if you are worried about people knowing where you live. *she looks back out the window* Might help you to find a home too... just my thought on it..

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:25:43 AM)
She laughs softly. "I already have someone I live with. Mateo is a nice man, and I trust him with myself and my stuff, but I do not think it would be wise to live with anyone else. We will figure something out." Still grinning, she slides a look over at Tasha. "Though he is not big, he has a certain ominous quality to him."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:27:08 AM)
Well. You are lucky. I live with my uncle and aunt. Not that they are bad people just....living with family leaves you with alot of...expectations. I am sure you know what I mean.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:27:48 AM)
Her smile fades slowly and she shakes her head. "No... no, I do not. My mother has been dead for almost two years. She was the only family I ever knew."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:29:36 AM)
*looks to her once more, her eyes wide, and can't think of anythign to say but:* Oh...*then she looks out again slowly, and follows by:* I'm sorry to hear that. *she sounds like she really is*

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:30:37 AM)
She smiles softly at the other girl. "It is alright. She and I had not seen or spoken to each other in many years."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:32:50 AM)
Well I know how that can be, atleast... *then she reaches up in her seat, and waves to the driver* Could you pull up over here, please.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:33:39 AM)
The driver nods and flips his turn signal on, easing over where she indicated. Isabella looks around curiously. "Are you sure you want out here?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:35:17 AM)
Yeah, I'll be fine from here. *she unbuckles herself* Thankyou for the ride. Are there often parties in....that Louis Armstrong place?

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:36:37 AM)
She smiles and shakes her head. "No, not usually. Tonight was... different. I am almost always out there, this time of the night, though. The police who patrol the area know me by now, so if you go over there and start walking around, just let them know you are looking for me. They will leave you alone."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:38:04 AM)
*loosk to her and smiles widely* That's a good tip. Who knows if we run into eachother again, one day or night. *she opens the door and steps out, then leans to peer in once more* And goodnight to you, Bella.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:41:16 AM)
"Good night, /señorita/. Be safe." She pulls out a small white card and hands it to Tasha. "And if you want those lessons, call me."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:43:02 AM)
*catches the card between her fingers, and flips it aroudn to have a brief look on it. Then she tilts her head and slips it into her pocket* I'll think about that. See ya. *with that, she straightens herself and pushes the car door shut, stepping out of the way so that the taxi can take off safely.

Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:44:24 AM)
Watching the other girl as the taxi drives away, she smiles faintly and lifts her hand in a silent wave. Then she turns around and settles back against the seat as the taxi drives off, back in the direction they just were. On the card is a simple 10-digit telephone number.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:45:14 AM)
*waits untill the taxi has disappeared from her view, and then begins her stroll to her final destination, one contact richer.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 7, 2011 2:45:19 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 7, 2011 2:45:31 AM)
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