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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 12, 2012 1:29:20 GMT -5
Ashoka shrugged. "Money, and they offered so 'the hell not?" He ran his finger back and forth through the flame of the lighter, just barely quick enough to escape being burned.
He sighed, finishing off the water, and glanced around. "Nit exactly my cup of tea though..."
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 1:44:38 GMT -5
She watched as his fingers danced through the flames, her eyes reflecting the bright orange light. Fire scared her, but she would never admit it. The fear stemmed from the fact that when her prarents died she was told they hadn't died so much from the crash, but the burning alive. She used to have nightmares about it, but once her sister disappeared the nightmares stopped, maybe because sh hardly slept.
"M-mine neither. I-I just need the m-money." She hated that she had a slight stutter when nervous, which was pretty much anytime she was around people.
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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 12, 2012 1:50:05 GMT -5
"You could find money elsewhere.." He whispered, alert suddenly, uneasy. Cops. He hobestly didn't think he was a suspect of anything anymore, but something about how they always seemed to watch made him uneasy.
It had been months. He wondered if stories still lingered in the air, if interest had ever gone further than the newspaper and television. He hated it, but he wouldn't admit that. Wondered if they fell into his guilt trap, wondered if they ever thought twice that he had burned his parents and three brothers alive, that it had not been an accident at all.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 2:16:03 GMT -5
She looked at him with a look that said 'yeah right', but before she could respond to him he looked around, as if looking for something, and his face did not look like someone that was pleased with what he saw. Turning in her seat to look she only saw some cops. Nothing to be worried about, right? "Is e-everything okay?" Was he in trouble for something? And if so, at his age, how bad could it really be?
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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 12, 2012 2:28:33 GMT -5
"Yeah, was just thinking." He shrugged, turned his attention elsewhere, setting the lighter down on the table.
Lying was easy, too easy.
Stretching, he played with his empty cup. "Soo...you get the job?"
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 2:49:00 GMT -5
"Of course." She let out a nervous chuckle. Why had she judged so quickly? She didn't even know him. She readjusted in her seat, finally relaxing some. She hadn't actually talked to a stranger in quite some time, but this one wasn't as bad as some of the others. "I d-don't know yet. B-b-but he liked m-my resume, and I alr-already know he likes to hire young." Some of the dancers came into her store, so she knew there ages, and they were almost all under 21.
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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 12, 2012 15:12:58 GMT -5
Ashoka nodded, picking up the lighter again. "Guess it's good enough pay..." He scratched at his head some, looking around warily at the dancers coming in, the ones replacing him on stage.
He rubbed at the burn on his fair skin again, almost absently.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 16, 2012 1:46:59 GMT -5
Arice nodded, seemingly disheartened. If this stranger thought badly of waiting here, what would her parents have thought? They would be so disappointed in her. She watched him rub at a shiny patch of skin, most likely a burn from one of his tricks. "So, um, w-what's your name?" She really was trying to be sociable, but it was new, and hard, to her.
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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 16, 2012 9:43:37 GMT -5
Ashoka tapped his fingers on the table top restlessly. "Ashoka," He murmured. "Like..the historical figure?" He shrugged. "Kids in class during those lessons put me through hell.." He mumbled. But that was also when he actually went.
Stretching some, he leaned back again, red eyes studying her curiously. "And yours?"
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 16, 2012 11:05:53 GMT -5
"Ashoka." She tried it out, finding it was not a bad name. that it almost rolled off her tongue. She remembered the lessons about the emperor. She had always done well in school, and had a pretty good memory to boot.
"Mine is Alarice." She had a blush on her face as she admitted it. She hardly ever went by it, wasn't a fan of it. It meant noble power, and she was neither. Her parents had had high hopes for her, but after their death she had become withdrawn, lost all sense of herself. "I go by Arice though."
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