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Post by manju on Feb 8, 2008 15:23:38 GMT -5
So now the merry quartet had become a mere lonely duo, back to the original pair. Manju almost allowed herself to look pouty, though her ever-present sense of humor disintigrated any thoughts of gloom that may have gathered in her mind. Really, she saw not point in angst. It only made life seem shorter and less fun. Complete and utter garbage. She thus allowed no room to mull over sadness. Manju would only move ahead, and rarely look back.
Watching Muqali exit the restaurant, Manju soon turned to Nasrin. She wondered if the sandbender would also leave, causing the Igni to be all on her lonesome again. The beach sounded interesting, even though Nasrin may have just been referring to herself and not Manju. In any case, she could have dealt with it, but she needed to know.
"So, headin' to de beach? Do I fit in to dose plans somewhere, or am I gonna be dumped into some ditch somewhere?"
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Post by nasrin on Feb 8, 2008 23:06:55 GMT -5
Nasrin sat back down rather quickly after Muqali said his parting words and she didn't bother to watch him out the door. One last glimpse of the back of his head wouldn't benefit her much. Besides, with him gone it was back to her and Manju. Admittedly this was closer to the original status quo than the last week or so, but this would be the first time that she had no one else around to divert the Igni girl's attention.
"So, headin' to de beach? Do I fit in to dose plans somewhere, or am I gonna be dumped into some ditch somewhere?"
She didn't have to wait long before the change was noticeable...
"Depends if you've still got money," Nasrin replied bluntly. The sad but true fact was that she was broke and Manju was her livelihood. "If you can afford my mooching, I can resist the urge to bury you up to your neck in sand. Otherwise I'll have to find some other job for money."
The sandbender reached onto the table and swiped up her bottle of alcohol. She took one more small swig and then corked it.
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Post by manju on Feb 12, 2008 0:25:13 GMT -5
"That, m'dear," said the Igni, hands on her waist with her hips tilted to the side. Eyebrows raised but eyes narrowed, her doubt of that statement was obvious. "Is likely as me sproutin' bright pink wings and flyin' to de South Pole." She knew Nasrin's threat was as idle as Nasrin herself. Manju was certain the woman would be far too apathetic to muster up anger of any sort. Not a bit like Manju.
"But," the shaggy-haired young woman continued as she held up a sack half-full of valuable stones. Throwing it high in the air to the other hand, where she caught it in midair, she grinned. "You can still mooch all ya want."
Taking a few steps around the table and toward the door, she suddenly struck a pose. Feet positioned wide apart, right hand and index finger pointed south, her other fist was positioned on her hip. With a look somewhere between determination and insanity, she exclaimed. "Southward, ho!"
~Manju has left this thread~
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