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sticks and stones may break our bones  p - DYLAN, - 09-01-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]After falling from a certain roof over a week ago, the brown-haired boy had stuck to the ground in terms of moving around. He missed his apartment above the empty pizza store - he missed the comfort of his worn mattress, the piles of blankets, the gas-light lamp that managed to light up every corner, and the charcoal art drawings he had hung up on the walls. But, like a lot of the territory, it had perished in the fire. Dylan wasn't proud of the fact he was now homeless, but the fact was becoming more apparent with every day that passed. His clothes were no longer fresh, stained with blood, sweat, tears and mud; his shoes were odd, one a black sneaker and the other grey; his bandaged hand needed cleaning but he had no sink to keep the water in.
The Councilman was sitting on a brick wall opposite his old apartment, staring up at the blackened walls with a scowl on his face. It was unusual to see the hazel-eyed boy scowling at anything, but this strip of pizza stores and dry-cleaners had really bothered him.
[member=3338]MARGAUX D.[/member]
Re: sticks and stones may break our bones  p - merged stuff - 09-01-2017
★ leave this here when the days are cold and the cards all fold it wasn't long before a little pebble was thrown at dylan's back, and the soft and familiar "ahem" of the french woman would ring out. margaux had been lucky enough to had a home in the middle of the city, so all of her things were fairly safe. "dylan. how is your hand?" she asked casually, trying to strike up a conversation. she knew about his home, and she had a little plan for that.
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[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]He broke his irritated gaze at the sound of Margaux's voice. It was a surprise to see her talking to him; they were more of mutual co-workers, co-existing alongside each other with polite nods every now and again. Dylan wouldn't shut down a friendship, though. "It's alright." The boy shrugged, holding up the bandaged hand to show her. "It hurts a lot and I don't think the fingers got set properly, but I guess we'll find out."
He looked down at her own burned hands and felt a pang of sympathy. Once upon a time he had been told that burning alive was the most painful thing on earth, and Margaux looked like she had been close to death with those nasty burns. "How's your arm holding up?"
Re: sticks and stones may break our bones  p - merged stuff - 09-02-2017
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 12pt;"]margaux would look down at her burned hand and scowl softly. "it.. i can't feel the burned area anymore.. i think the nerve endings got destroyed." she said, sighing slightly. "but it still hurts if something touches it."
Re: sticks and stones may break our bones  p - DYLAN, - 09-02-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]He couldn't even imagine the pain of having all your nerves burned away - obviously she wasn't feeling anything now, but it must've hurt when it happened. Dylan winced and tried not to shudder. "Sadly I know next to nothing about burns so I'm afraid I won't be of much help, but that does look extremely painful." His smile was sympathetic and aimed sideways towards her; in the meantime, he let his long legs swing against the brick wall. "At least we'll both look badass with scarred hands. We should start a Fucked Up Hands Club or something."
Re: sticks and stones may break our bones  p - merged stuff - 09-02-2017
/no fancy because i'm a lazy piece of shit :^) + a tiny bit rushed
margaux laughed at the last comment, nodding. "i call being leader because i have the superior fucked up hand!
Re: sticks and stones may break our bones  p - DYLAN, - 09-02-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]"Of course." Dylan laughed then paused thoughtfully. He hadn't seen Margaux living in a room or apartment in this part of town - he lived (or used to) in the outskirts of the city, about six streets from the edges. It was a quiet part of the territory and he knew almost all the faces. "So Margaux, what brings you to the suburbs?" He asked curiously, voice dripping with sarcasm for the last word.
Re: sticks and stones may break our bones  p - merged stuff - 09-02-2017
[div style="background:transparent; width: 450px; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial"]★ leave this here when the days are cold and the cards all fold margaux raised her eyebrows slightly in thought. what was she doing in the suburbs? she had no idea, really. she had set out with a task, but then forgotten said task. "i guess i'm just looking at the damage. i was planning to get a list of things that could be repaired, but.."
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Re: sticks and stones may break our bones  p - DYLAN, - 09-03-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]It was nice to see someone trying to rebuild things here. The fire had taken the fight out of almost everyone except Margaux it seemed, and for that Dylan was grateful. "I could help, if you like." Offered the Councilman with a shrug of his broad shoulders. It wasn't like he had anything better to be doing - he couldn't lift any of the heavy stuff because of his hand and his home was gone.