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Ain't no angel gonna greet me, it's just you and I, my friend.

Jun 03, 2011 09:39

[Late morning, Sunday, April 18, Day 322]
[The park]

Ain't been th'easiest few weeks've ever had'n m'life, 'at's fer sure. Least th'weather's startin' t'warm up, so we could open fer bizness should we want to. But most folks're questionin' whether we oughta bother. Those few've us't're still makin' money gen'rally get sought out whether th'Lot ( Read more... )

simon, syl

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simon_klavec June 3 2011, 20:43:08 UTC

Last time Syl and I talked, well. Didn't go too well. Guess she knew what was coming, with the night wind, and then I doubt she's changed her mind on his daughter. Hard to think of her as Wanda's daughter, for all that I don't think he's raising her himself.

But I can't put off talking to her about this. Know she'd take it poorly if I knew and didn't tell her, about him taking some form to sleep with her. Worse than poorly. As much as I don't agree with Syl on some things, rather be on her good side.

Thought to set out to the Carnival, to find her. Glad I looked right instead of left, leaving the shop. See her in the park, watching folk leave the Abbey, smoking. Lock the door behind me and head over, trying not to soak my feet on the wet ground.

"Syl," I greet her. "Morning."

syl_thorn June 3 2011, 21:01:46 UTC

"Syl. Morning."

Well, so much fer sol'tude. But hell, ain't like Slaughterman's bad comp'ny. Still ain't sure 'e's in m'good books, but given ev'rythin't's happened lately th'whole thing seems like a pretty low goddamned prior'ty. "Morning Slaughterman," I says, drawin' on m'cig. "How ya been?"

simon_klavec June 3 2011, 21:06:58 UTC

I shrug uncomfortably. "Been worse, I suppose." Sit down on the other end of the bench. Air's too warm and wet for my taste. Hope it just rains. "Ran into my kin, at the café, Friday. Talked some." Shake my head. "Not easy, talking to him. Her - at the time. Figured I needed to talk to you, after."

syl_thorn June 3 2011, 23:28:35 UTC

'e shrugs. "Been worse, I suppose." an' sits down on th'same bench's me. Think 'bout tellin'im I wuzn't lookin' fer bloody comp'ny, but I let't bide. "Ran into my kin, at the café, Friday. Talked some. Not easy, talking to him. Her - at the time. Figured I needed to talk to you, after.

"Why?" Snort smoke inta th'air. "'e tell ya jes' how t'bring'im down'n make sure'e don't never touch nobody 'gain? Cuzzat's 'bout th'only thin' I can think'f 't'e could say at'd int'rest me."

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