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Post by Joker on Oct 11, 2006 17:21:14 GMT
The front car, it's sliding doors still operable since the writers tapped the electricity, are filled with graf materials, and a small counter with ancient till.
Anything from wheatpaste glue, to stickers, to aerosol cans can be purchased here from Joker himself, or someone else standing in for him.
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Post by Velvet on Oct 13, 2006 22:24:31 GMT
She stepped up, opening the doors and entering the car, glancing about for what she needed, moving over to the aerosols, crouching down to view a few that seemed to be of an appropriate colour before turning away and looking elsewhere.
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Post by Joker on Oct 13, 2006 22:36:40 GMT
Joker staggered slowly into the front car, stretching once he was inside, and yawning widely. Noticing Velvet, he pulled his jeans up a little in an attempt to look more respectable.
"Aah, Velvet. Redecorating again?" He smiled slightly dopeishly, and moved over towards her. Standing beside where she was, bare feet feeling good against the cool floor, he reached a hand out sleepily, and sat it on her shoulder. "How you been?"
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Post by Velvet on Oct 13, 2006 22:39:37 GMT
"Hey." She half smiled, turning away from the paint. "I have to say, I have been in better moods. My whole paint collection has rusted, some kind of leak. I told them to sort it." She shook her head, irritated at the idiocy of the hired men.
"How are you, I didn't wake you did I?" She asked smiling.
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Post by Joker on Oct 13, 2006 22:47:35 GMT
"Meh, I'm always asleep." He smiled a wide dopey grin once more, removing his hand from her shoulder and running it over the paints racked in front of him. "Bummer about the paint. I'm sure I can sort you out though."
His other hand returned to his hair, trying to make a respectable vision out of it's tubular curls. A slight frown creased his face as he thought of something. "I think I got some new Clash in, if you're interested."
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Post by Velvet on Oct 13, 2006 22:53:52 GMT
She laughed, pushing back the streak of blue that slipped over one eye. "Yeah, have a look." She replied, watching him attempt to tidy his hair with a grin. "How business going then?" She asked, usually finding that if he was attracting business a few good words put through the crowds often turned a little her way.
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Post by Joker on Oct 13, 2006 22:58:16 GMT
A light nod at her answer, and Kyne vanished off into the back of the store, and returned with a cardboard box filled with Clash, the high detail, ultra vibrant paint favourited by most experienced graf artists. He placed it down on the counter, and motioned her to it. "Business......good as ever, everyone seems to want to buy paint off a "legend", even if he has just woken up."
Another smaller yawn broke his features, and he took a seat up on the counter by the box, attacking his dreads again with one hand. "So, a purely commercial visit, or do you fancy a drink of something?"
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Post by Velvet on Oct 13, 2006 23:05:17 GMT
Flicking through the box, taking a closer look at some of the paints that stuck her as appropriate Acara tapped her long nails on the counter, as if deciding. She took her office seriously, it mirrored who she was to her cliantelle.
"I would much rather have a drink then face going back to the company of two men who share a single braincell." She said with a smile. "That is if you don't mind having me in the way."
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Post by Joker on Oct 13, 2006 23:11:40 GMT
Kyne nodded in affirmation, "Anytime. Please, come outside." He motioned to the door she had entered through. With a slight nod, he vanished into the train, reappearing with a small case of beer, still chilled.
"A little something to drink." He led the way outside, a smile on his face as he stepped out into what was basically his front yard.
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Post by Velvet on Oct 13, 2006 23:17:30 GMT
She slipped outside after him, stepping out of the car, moving out of the way when he had picked up the beer case. "Been up to much lately then?" She asked as they made their way out.
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