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Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 14, 2011 19:13:01 GMT -8
Time: Day 4, Early Morning
Weather: Very cloudy
Warnings: None?
Characters: Wes Uccello and Clover
The knock of the delivery man had led Wes to open his front door. He did this rather reluctantly; he was more comfortable with the idea of having a fortress of solitude that he was not easily led out of, but there were quails thawing out on the street. Wes was sure; he'd missed the knock (why did they seem to do everything so early around here? He was sleeping at the time) but checked through the blinds. The truck driver was probably too spooked by the box's proclaimed contents - "200 pc 6-week-old quail with feathers" - to bring it all the way up to his door.
So, he'd thrown on some clothes and gone outside to get it. Shirt rumpled and hair all out of order again, he begrudgingly closed the door behind him and went to make the would-be inconsequential trek to the street and back.
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Post by Clover on Jan 14, 2011 19:40:00 GMT -8
The piece of taxidermy, a squirrel police, consumed a lot of her time last night, she had slept only about 3 or 4 hours.
Clover yawned while riding her bicycle.
Sometimes she hated her job... what the hell, she always hated it. Anyway, it was a job that was not about interacting with many people. So she was kinda glad.
She turned the corner of a street. Suddenly a truck also turned the corner, on the other side of the road.
She was driving so fast, she almost crashes with the truck. Her heart raced fast.
Slowed a bit with her bicycle, and threw a newspaper, without looking at the house she had on her right.
Not realizing that a newspaper smacked someone in the face.
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Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 15, 2011 2:19:58 GMT -8
Wes made it the the end of the driveway and heard someone coming. He looked just in time to see them narrowly avoid a truck; 'watch where you're going,' he thought. Upon noticing that she was just delivering papers, he stopped being so interested and went to pick up the box of quails... then something struck him on the head.
For a moment he stood there dumbfounded. He glanced down and the paper now on the ground, then towards the paper girl, who was not looking at him. The papergirl just hit him in the face with a newspaper.
He got the feeling that this was going to be another one of those mornings.
Holding his forehead where the paper had struck him, Wes got to yelling before the girl was gone. "The hell is your problem?!"
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Post by Clover on Jan 15, 2011 7:21:56 GMT -8
She heard someone yelling. At first she didn't notice, but aparently this person was yelling at her.
She stopped the bicycle and looked over her right, there was a guy standing there.
Confused she stared at him, trying to think what was that about.
Was him upset because she almost gets hit by a truck?
I don't think so.- She truly had no idea about the situation.
"Uhm, what...?" That's the only thing that came from her mouth, didn't know what to say.
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Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 15, 2011 17:37:48 GMT -8
Wes stood his ground as he glared over at the papergirl, looking positively indignant. His lip was curled, his teeth were bared, and he didn't have an ounce of sympathy.
"What do you mean, what? You just hit me, you little pissant!" He pointed at the paper on the ground and looked at her accusingly.
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Post by Clover on Jan 15, 2011 18:01:25 GMT -8
Clover finally understood what happened. She blushed a little and stared at him for a second, then looked down, at the paper that was on the ground, in front of him.
woops -she thought
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''Ehh, sorry I was not looking...'' -She shruged and looked to the ground,she was nervous enough to look at the man's eyes. Besides he seemed pretty upset at her.
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Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 15, 2011 18:23:44 GMT -8
Wes could tell that the girl was embarrassed, but that didn't seem to satisfy him.
"You weren't? So you just so happened to hit me, when there was plenty of space for you to toss the stupid paper at aimlessly? And even if you did just hit me accidentally, why couldn't you, I don't know, look at where you're chucking things? I'd love to see you pay for someone's window on a papergirl's salary." He wasn't as loud anymore, but his voice was sardonic.
Her avoiding eye contact made his job a bit easier (he'd been avoiding it himself), and he got a better look at her. She seemed tired, and her features made her look pretty young; his brother would've been on his case for yelling at her...
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Post by Clover on Jan 15, 2011 18:53:51 GMT -8
Clover just stared at the ground while the man was angrily talking to her. She felt like it was one of those days at school,when the other kids would yell at her and make fun of her.
She would never say anything in reply to them, or do anything. She would just ran away, or cry in corner. But this time, she decided she wasn't the weak kid she was in the past.
''Uh, look I almost get hit by a truck.'' - She e couldn't talk very well,but made an effort to keep doing it. Even if her eyes started to look shiny, like if she was about to cry.
''I-I couldn't look because I almost fall...Sorry.''
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Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 15, 2011 20:01:12 GMT -8
Wes took a deep sigh and ran his hand through his hair; he slowly seemed to be softening up. It was hard to say whether this was because she was being pathetic or because of some sentimental thought of his own; probably a combination of the two.
"Fine. Then you're alive and that's great and all..." He tilted his head and continued, "But why couldn't you have stopped after your near-death experience, instead of going ahead and hitting someone in the face or risking having to pay for someone's window? Your life is probably worth more than the paper, so take a breather."
Satisfied with himself for saying what he figured was a pretty nice thing, he smirked in a way that he figured would be kind of encouraging, but was actually kind of scary.
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Post by Clover on Jan 16, 2011 8:34:21 GMT -8
Her teary eyes dried a bit, she felt a little more confident to look at the man's face.
Clover felt a little less bad about what he said next.
''I,uh, wasn't thinking.'' - She played with her shirt nervously. - ''I don't usually do that, but I was in a rush...''
Why did she even care to explain herself? She bet that guy wouldn't give a shit about what she had to say,but told him anyways.
Then she noticed the box that was on the ground,looked at it curiously. She could read something about ''...6-week-old quail ...''
''Do you like taxidermy?'' Asked, thinking maybe he got quail skins there.
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Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 16, 2011 19:02:16 GMT -8
Wes saw that she seemed to be lightening up a bit; his niceness was a success! But she was now looking at him, so he watched her fiddle with her shirt.
"What's the hurry? It's not like much happens around here," he said casually, cracking his knuckles. He wasn't really saying anything that sounded angry any more, but something about him still gave off a vibe of animosity.
"... Hm?" He noticed that she was looking at the box. "Uh... not particularly. These are bird food," he said before running his tongue along the front of his teeth.
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Post by Clover on Jan 16, 2011 19:15:10 GMT -8
Clover ignored Wes' question, she did not want to reply that.
Hey, I'm going to stalk the police at a murder scene! Ain't it interesting?
She just couldn't say that.
''Oh...'' she observed as the man ran his tongue on the front of his teeth,that was weird. '' Do you have birds? ''
She liked animals, in a weird way, but she liked them. Birds were pretty animals for making taxidermy pieces.
''What kind?'' Clover was very curious when it came to animals.
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Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 16, 2011 19:53:25 GMT -8
Wes noticed that she'd ignored his question, but didn't care enough to press her on it. She seemed to be trying to change the subject and make conversation... but wasn't she in a hurry? Still, he went along with it. Her questions didn't strike him as too nosy and were pretty much common knowledge when it came to him. People knew him for his birds more than who he was, and he was happy with that.
"Yes, I do. Why would I buy 200 birds to feed some other bird that isn't mine? They're raptors." As he talked about his feathered friends, he subconsciously tugged at his sleeve, where a bit of the wrapping of his stitched-up wrist was showing.
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Post by Clover on Jan 17, 2011 13:46:01 GMT -8
Clover totally forgot about that she was in a hurry. She glanced at the man's wrist, then looked up at his face and smiled.
''Nice, my dad has a falcon.'' Kind of... She paused, thinking of what she just said.
''Well... A taxidermy falcon.'' She shruged. ''It's so pretty.''
Her expresion started to get brighter as she was talking about it.
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Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 17, 2011 19:02:32 GMT -8
The papergirl looked Wes in the face and smiled; he began glancing back and forth. No, she didn't seem to be in a hurry now at all... but she also seemed to be cheering up quite a bit.
He wasn't sure how to respond to what she said at first. There was an awkward silence before he chimed in with all he could think to say.
"They... are pretty. Have to say that I prefer them alive, though."
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