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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Dec 5, 2008 16:18:06 GMT -5
Frank stood in the middle of park with his hacky-sack, attempting to kick it around. Yeah, attempting was a big part of that. Attempting and FAILING. Frank was horrible at hacky-sack. He should of just stopped right now, but he didn't. He was a man and men can never admit defeat. He kicked it a few more times, going on a rally of ten times and then missing it. "Ten times! High score!" He yelled, making an old lady turn towards him. He blushed slightly. "Move along, lady. Nothing to see here..." He said, making a hand motion for the old lady to go away.
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Post by Sara on Dec 5, 2008 16:23:27 GMT -5
Minka strolled through the park unsure of what to do with her time off. It was her lunch break but she wasn't hungry. Even if she was hungry she wouldn't be able to buy food because she left her purse at her tattoo parlor. As Minka walked further into the park, a guy trying to play hacky-sack cam into view. Wow. He really sucked. Minka giggled at him as she saw him wave an old lady by.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Dec 5, 2008 16:27:35 GMT -5
Frank tried to play hacky-sack again, kicking it a few times before it went fly off to the left of him and landed at somebody's feet. "Shit..." He said softly to himself as he ran over and grabbed it. He looked up to see who it landed by and smiled at her. 'Pretty...' He thought, standing up. "Um... Hi." He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
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Post by Sara on Dec 5, 2008 16:32:35 GMT -5
Minka watched the guy a few moments more before he kicked the ball and it rolled to her feet. Before she could think about picking it up, her ran over and picked up the ball. "Hey," She replied with a smile and held out her hand, "I'm Minka and I'm sorry to say, but you're terrible at hacky-sack."
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Dec 5, 2008 16:35:49 GMT -5
Frank laughed a little. "I'm Frank and tell me something I don't already know..." He said back with a laugh as he put the hacky-sack in his back pocket. "Um... You come here often?" Wow, that wasn't cheezy at all...
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Post by Sara on Dec 5, 2008 16:39:09 GMT -5
Minka giggled at Frank's awkwardness. He was really cute. "Sometimes. I got off work a little while ago for lunch but I don't feel like eating so I came here looking for something to do. And then I found you." She paused. "Oh, I just rhymed. Darn."
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Dec 5, 2008 16:41:37 GMT -5
Frank laughed. The chick looked so hardcore and then she said 'darn'. It was possibly one of the cutest things he'd seen in a long time. He looked down at his watch. "You don't feel like eating, huh? How long is your break?"
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Post by Sara on Dec 5, 2008 16:45:19 GMT -5
"However long I want it to be. I've got some other girls that are covering for me today, so I really don't need to go back." She shrugged and then yawned, covering her mouth so she wouldn't be rude. "Sorry, late night," She explained. When Minka yawned and covered her mouth, the tattoo on her wrist came into view.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Dec 5, 2008 16:48:35 GMT -5
Frank nodded and then saw the tattoo on her wrist. "Awesome. I have a few of those..." He said. More than a few, actually, but most of them were under his shirt. That's when he realized where he knew this chick from. "Oh! Tattoo girl! Yeah!" He said, pointing at her, close to jumping up and down.
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Post by Sara on Dec 5, 2008 16:50:50 GMT -5
Minka giggled, "Yeah, that would be me." The tattoo on her wrist was part of the tattoo on her other wrist. On her left wrist she had a tattoo that said 'No Lies' and then on her other wrist it said 'Just Love' in really pretty script. "I'm offended that you've never come in to get a tattoo done by me," She joked.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Dec 5, 2008 16:53:58 GMT -5
"Well, most of the time when I come in, you're not there. I have to have that one blonde ditsy chick do my tattoos..." He said that completly without thinking and then covered his mouth. That blonde ditsy chick was probably one of Minka's friends...
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Post by Sara on Dec 5, 2008 17:00:08 GMT -5
"Hah!" Minka said. "She's gone. I fired her. She was such a bitch. I found her in the back room with some guy. That was the final straw. Not only did she do that, but she also bad-mouthed my tattoo place. No one does that and gets away with it. Expecially if you work there." She was a tiny bit jealous that someone else got to give Frank a tattoo.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Dec 5, 2008 17:04:10 GMT -5
"Well... Good." This chick was passionate about her tattoo place. "I think I would have liked for you to have done my tattoo anyway... She seemed a little... Un-clean, shall we say?" He laughed.
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Post by Sara on Dec 5, 2008 17:09:02 GMT -5
"Indeed," Minka said and then laughed. Her stomach growled a little bit, but not enough for Frank to hear it. The thought of food made Minka feel sick. "Anyway..." She said, scratching her arm, revealing another tattoo. "Do you work anywhere around here?"
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Dec 5, 2008 17:18:52 GMT -5
"I..." Ok, telling Minka that he didn't really work would undoubtably make him look like a total bum in front of her. 'Just say something!' His mind called to him and he blurted out that first thing he could think of. "I work at Fredrick's In Hollywood!" He said suddenly.
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