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Post by Joker on Oct 11, 2006 17:17:44 GMT
A large chainlink, barbed wire topped fence surrounds the long abandoned subway yard, and a large sign above the entrance reads "Joker" in sprawling wildstyle graffiti.
Six ex-subway cars, liberally spraypainted with a giant orange, black, yellow and purple "Worxshop" mural and several large tags of major movers of the Retter graf scene (including several by Joker and the deceased JC Starr).
Several large picnic benches and a few comfortable armchairs and couches lie around, with nothing but damp to worry about this far away from the rain. Large floodlights attached to poles, the roof and the cars themselves light the area.
A small polytunnel houses Joker's 'crops' - a few tomato and marrow plants, and quite a few large marijuana plants. This, his 'special' crop, does not hit the streets, but is instead given out freely to his friends and associates. Apart from that which he keeps for himself.
A Writer's Haven.
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Post by Joker on Oct 14, 2006 11:09:38 GMT
The beer case dangling from one hand, Kyne strolled out of the train, a slight smile on his face as the large floodlights enlightened his features.
"Aah, nice not-day today." The still slightly tired graf artist turned to Velvet, and nodded sleepily. "Been up to.....not much, the scene is surprisingly placid currently - a couple of bombs on the Fence, not much else." Reaching one of the old, worn couches scattered around the yard, he collapsed onto it, placing the beer beside him after removing two of the chilled bottles.
"Possibly I've just been extraordinarily lazy. Or ordinarily lazy. Take your pick." He snapped the top off both bottles with a practised hand, and passed her one, slugging from the other and grimacing slightly at it's intense cold.
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Post by Velvet on Oct 14, 2006 20:26:09 GMT
She took a drink from the bottle, seating herself down on a nearby couch with a practised slump. She smiled at the legendary graffiti artist, still seemingly in the dopey stupour of half sleep.
She herself never slept that much and the lightest sound seemed to wake her. The once panic filled eyes that stared into the darkness at night, running out of the room as the door handle turned, had changed over the years. Now the cold gaze awoke, waiting for the one who would dare try to harm her.
"You always were lazy." She said, laughing gently "I don't know how you do it!"
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Post by Joker on Oct 14, 2006 21:35:36 GMT
"Mmm....." A still dopey grin implanted on his face, he relaxed further into the couch, looking towards her and nodding, drinking from the bottle. "Just sheer knowledge. I know that what ever happens to me, people will remember me. Will remember Joker, at least. No-one gonna remember Kyne Silvas."
A slightly mournful frown split the smile, then the typical light grin reascertained it's position. He reached out an arm to lie on her knee. "Honestly. I wish I could get as worked up as you and some of the others about shit, but no.....I'm just laid-back."
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Post by Velvet on Oct 16, 2006 18:04:21 GMT
"You know some of us will remember who you are underneath, if that is how you would describe it... besides it's not good getting worked up." She added with a smile. Her own outbursts were rather famous with her staff. "You know they all think I'm a bitch." She laughed musically, taking a drink of her beer as he rearranged himself.
A quiet thought struck the back of her mind, deciding she would change her hair with her office, not sure of what to do with it. "Don't get all depressed because people aren't going to remember you hmm? You'll be talked about for a while yet, longer then anyone else about here."
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Post by Joker on Oct 17, 2006 13:25:08 GMT
"Hell yeah, I won't. Getting depressed would require too much action and effort." The graf legend's seeming laziness was quite a change from the carefully executed wildstyles and huge murals he was so famous for creating.
"Anyway, most of us don't think you're a bitch, well.....most of the time." Joker leaned jocularly out of the way of the expected playful punch, and reached into his trouser pocket. "Hmm......" Removing a carefully rolled tube of paper with a small amount of green organic substance just visible inside, he smiled contentedly. "You don't smoke, do you? I can never remember....."
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Post by Velvet on Oct 17, 2006 15:48:34 GMT
She shoved him gently, notthat she would have been able to shove much harder when she was laughing. She bit the corner of her lip gently at the tempting thought of a smoke.
"I shouldn't..." She hesitated. She had been trying to quit after she found she had smoked most of her stock in a few days when she was isolated and the police had been on a spurt to find her. Some nasty business with a non paying customer had kicked up a rukus. "No I won't. Last time I smoked ninety percent of my stock and had to rebuy it all." She added, smiling.
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Post by Joker on Oct 17, 2006 15:58:19 GMT
"Aah, that sucks." He motioned with his hand that was not in use, the other tweaking the joint and lighting it with his antiquated silver Zippo, smiling as it flared then reduced to smoldering lightly. "My stock......" The hand pointed to his polytunnel. "Still growing, most of it. It's pretty strong though, and I'm getting a good yield." The hand pointed to the lightly smoldering joint.
He knew he didn't have to explain what he did with it - she knew his feelings about drug dealing, and that he wasn't going to let his shit hit the street. He toked on the roach, and lay back further, letting it hang easily from his fingers while he exhaled.
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Post by Velvet on Oct 17, 2006 16:10:26 GMT
"Yeah." She glanced over at the polytunnel. "I never got why you didn't sell it. I would buy it for that matter. Make you a hell of a lot of cash, if it's any good." She said, thinking about the money it would likely make her if she sold it with a slight grin.
"Still, what you do with your stock is your business. At least you don't need to go looking for it in a stupor." She added.
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Post by Joker on Oct 17, 2006 16:14:50 GMT
"Yeah, I've had.....experiences that draw me away from drug dealing. But hey, if you want some I can give you some, for free. I have no need for money, down here - I make the cash I need from the shop."
A glance was cast over his and many other's haven, the abandoned train yard, the Worxshop. He offered her the end of the joint again, after another deep draw further enhanced his light-headed state. "You sure you won't have a toke?"
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Post by Velvet on Oct 17, 2006 16:19:50 GMT
"Nah, I don't take things for free. That would mean I owe you." She said with a grin. "I suppose you do have enough with what you have here" She smiled ay him, glancing back to the carts containing all of his goods.
She glanced at the joint, tapped her fingers for a second then took it, inhaling deeply. "Youare no help at all!" She said, laughing. "You know I have no will power!"
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Post by Joker on Oct 17, 2006 16:24:06 GMT
"Well, I get by....." Thoughts went to the small but functional safe in his bedroom, and his stash of money encased within, and he laughed jocularly. Stretching out, he leaned over towards her, arm round her shoulders.
"I know, but it's such an endearing personality trait......makes it easier to use you. Hahah...." Kyne moved a hand over and took the joint, taking a deep toke then passing it back.
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Post by Velvet on Oct 17, 2006 16:28:46 GMT
She rested herself under the weight of his arm with a slight smile. "Glad you think so much of me." She said, laughing and taking the joint, drawing in and letting the slight lightheadedness wash over her, passing it back to him. "At least I don't need 20 hours of sleep to combat a couple of hours of waking" Said mentioned jokingly.
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Post by Joker on Oct 17, 2006 16:31:48 GMT
A jokingly affronted look broke Joker's face, and an idignant, "Huh!", emanated from him. Then he frowned, and nodded, a wide grin coupling strong laughter.
"I can't deny that. Except 20 is a little strong.....17, 18 maybe......" A blissful smile below his eyes that stared at her happily, arm around her.
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Post by Velvet on Oct 17, 2006 16:47:43 GMT
She grinned at him, comfortable for the first time in a while, especially since she was no longer stuck in her little home with the two idiots for company. She twisted slightly into a more comfortable position, looking at Kyne with a smile. "Alright, I'll give you that, a good batch I'm sure could pull you up a little earlier."
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Post by Joker on Oct 17, 2006 16:56:12 GMT
Nodding, he agreed readily. "Of course. There's other things....." A dodgy raising and lowering of both eyes enhanced his comment.
"But that scene's suffering at the moment, heheh." He smiled to show it wasn't suffering that badly, and made himself comfortable against her. "Damn, I need another bombing run......we need to show them we aren't dead."
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Post by Velvet on Oct 17, 2006 17:00:28 GMT
She grinned at the comment, supressing a laugh. "I'm sure." Velvet said slyly.She turned her own thoughts to the bombings. "You are right, it has been far to quietthough. You know if you want a hand, feel free to ask." She added.
"You planning one then?"
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Post by Joker on Oct 17, 2006 17:07:52 GMT
"Any help would be appreciated - you need to get your name up more anyway!" He wasn;t going to mention the rumours that Velvet had gone soft, stopped tagging - he knew she already knew about them.
"Not so much planning as thinking....." Kyne looked knowingly towards her, the experienced graf artist wondering while he talked. "There's some mighty shiny new trains out there....."
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Post by Velvet on Oct 17, 2006 17:13:41 GMT
She smiled, she knew wgar was being said. "I suppose you are right. I've been staying quiet for too long, besides I think the last hasstle will have calmed down by now. The police have more things to worry about, especially if you are 'thinking' about an assault on the trains."
"Well, just tell me what you need and it's done." She told him. "I'm sure if you are going on a trip those shiny new trains will suffer terribly."
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Post by Joker on Oct 17, 2006 17:17:03 GMT
"Well, not as much as the new 'Retter City Subway Co-ordinator" will suffer." At the name, Joker shuddered, there had been nothing but talk about this guy since he was appointed his job - and not a job to be envied.
"Yeah, I'll call you when it's on, be good to piece with you again." He nodded, memories of tagging runs past with Velvet and the other 'Legends' of the Retter graf scene ran through his mind, and he smiled sadly.
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