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Post by Inkshade on Aug 10, 2011 14:55:25 GMT -5
"Not at all." Wyn smiles "Her dog is adorible."
Carson watches I wonder if Denis can do that...
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Liz nods "Sure."
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Post by Dynamax on Aug 10, 2011 15:01:23 GMT -5
"It is." Norman says.
Billy goes back and watches intently, looking over his shoulder once, noting the presence of Ryan and Cyrus. Ryan nods in acknowledgement.
Alex takes Liz's hand as they walk over. "A dog doing tricks, how cute."
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Post by CrystalPrison on Aug 10, 2011 18:50:56 GMT -5
Several tricks later, Jazz informed Brooke in a very matter-of-fact manner that it was time to stop, just as the teen tossed the hoop. Jazz jumped through the hoop, hit it forward with his back paws and caught it in his teeth as he landed, and dipped his head in a bow. Rolling her eyes at the dog's antics, and knowing there'd be no getting him to work, Brooke bowed as well, "Thank you, thank you!" She called to the crowd. Why did we stop? She demanded of the dog. The crowd was good!
Jazz's response was to inform her their tip hat was full and money was falling out, and who could trust little kids around it anyways, though that didn't stop him from walking over to the hat and gazing at the crowd imploringly, mooching for more money. Shaking her head in amusmement at the dog, Brooke picked up the hula hoop, balancing it around one shoulder. "Stupid, spoiled dog dog...Just cause he's the talent..." She muttered good naturedlyLeast we made out pretty good, might have to try this spot again later.
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Post by Dynamax on Aug 10, 2011 19:22:38 GMT -5
"Hmm..." Billy looks at them still. "Curious."
"So are you staring at more than the pretty girl?" Norman says.
"Maybe." Billy says.
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Post by CrystalPrison on Aug 10, 2011 22:40:51 GMT -5
As the crowd began dispersing, Brooke walked over to where Jazz guarded the hat. "Keep this up and you'll be more trouble than you're worth," She scolded, bending over to collect the hat and stash the money in her wallet, silently counting it as she went. Holy hell...real generous crowd. Jazz just watched her, wagging his tail happily, he was right and he knew it. "I don't care how well we're doing, next time I empty the hat and we keep going. Otherwise it comes out of your food." She continued, bending down to pet him.
Jazz's response was to roll onto his back and ask why the blue guy smelled like metal. "Well I don't know," She muttered, figuring no one would care even if they managed to overhear her. "How bout you go ask him?" Liking that idea, Jazz got up and loped towards Norman, sniffing at him curiously. I was joking, you silly dog. Brooke thought at him, standing and shoving the hat into her purse. "Sorry 'bout him," She called as she walked over, "He's friendly though."
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Post by Dynamax on Aug 10, 2011 22:47:05 GMT -5
"It's ok. I do attract attention sadly." Norman says. "Nice performance."
Billy looks at the dog and then Brooke. "Your rapport with your dog is uncanny...ummm..." He tried to recall if he heard their names.
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Post by CrystalPrison on Aug 10, 2011 22:57:11 GMT -5
Brooke smiled, "Thanks, but he should get all the credit. I just bring the hula hoop,"She paused, considering Billy's statement. "Thanks. We practiced a lot before we got any good...and we had a good motivator to get good fast. I'm Brooke, by the way, and that's Jazz," She paused to survey the dog, who was still sniffing at Norman. "Who'd prolly get pet if he'd sit." Jazz cocked his head in consideration at the emphasis on the last word and complied, looking at the others expectantly.
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Post by Dynamax on Aug 10, 2011 23:14:17 GMT -5
"I'm Norman, this is my girlfriend Wyn and our friend Billy." Norman says. "Over there is Alex, Liz and our chauffeur Troy, and our bodyguards Cyrus and Ryan."
"Don't point us out you dumb ass." Cyrus grumbles.
"We're members of the Morning Star Organization. We do a lot of things, like building resources and the like." Alex says, getting into pitch mode. "We also help out those less fortunate."
"Like me. I got into an accident which is why I look so strange." Norman says, kind of shocked he was doing PR for them.
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Post by CrystalPrison on Aug 11, 2011 9:05:02 GMT -5
Brooke raised a brow, It’s like a sign. Creepy “So what, you feed the hungry, clothe and shelter the homeless and do whatever else you’re needed to?” She asked. Jazz, who’d sprawled out on the grass when he’d realized he probably wasn’t going to get pet, chose that moment to chime in that it sounded like a pretty good deal. No more working for food, or finding a place to stay would be nice. She shook her head slightly, mentally telling the dog to shut it, they were doing fine. “Wait, why do you need body guards, exactly?”
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Post by Dynamax on Aug 11, 2011 12:27:21 GMT -5
Billy looked at Jazz. Norman was kind of thrown by his pitch that he kind of forgot. He walks over to him and kneels down. "Forgive him, not the public speaking type. Neither am I." Bily then cautiously reaches out to try and pet Jazz.
"Son of the CEO. I've been...attacked before. My Dad is overprotective." Alex says.
"We do that, especially when we feel they need..." Norman looks around before pulling back on part of his glove. "...special help."
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Post by CrystalPrison on Aug 11, 2011 12:40:37 GMT -5
"Oh, that makes sense then. And nothing to forgive," Brooke said with a shrug, while Jazz happily licked Billy's hand; he liked the attention. She paused, looking to Norman's hand, "Well that explains that" She muttered, looking to Jazz. "Happy?" The dog barked, wagging his tail.
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Post by Dynamax on Aug 11, 2011 13:32:03 GMT -5
Alex looks over at Ryan. "You got a card?"
Ryan sighs and walks over, passing Alex a card. "Here but from here out try not to point us out." He says as he returns over near Cyrus.
Alex then passes Brooke a card. "Here's our info if you want it." He looks at Liz. "Do I seem weird being all professional?"
"Yeah, sorry girls but...it is our job, right Wyn?" Norman says. "We're kind of on our off time but..."
"They are good people, helpful, kind. Help people like us...even on their down time. Was an orphan, raised by them, saw many like you though. Got help, understanding, place to belong, and jobs." Billy says. "Would be worth looking into." Billy says as he pets Jazz.
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Post by Inkshade on Aug 11, 2011 14:45:50 GMT -5
Wyn smiles "It's ok. You two are just being nice."
"Which is wot we loike 'bout you." Liz adds "But Norman, 'is name Toby, not Troy."
Carson leans on the side of the store they were going to go in and watches the others silently.
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Post by CrystalPrison on Aug 11, 2011 15:02:41 GMT -5
Brooke surveyed the card for a moment, "Jobs huh? And you don't need references or anything, they just take you?" She clarified. "That's...definitely worth looking into."
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Post by Dynamax on Aug 11, 2011 15:04:20 GMT -5
"Sorry, my ex partner was named Troy. I...sorry." Norman sighs. "First date in years and my brain goes down the tubes."
Ryan turns to Carson and nods in acknowledgment, letting him know they were watching him too.
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