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Fujiko
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Posted on Sun Nov 21, 2010 23:52:19
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"It can be a humiliating thing being reduced to begging. Then again, sometimes circumstance leaves no other choice.
The fact is, beggars have as much right as anyone else to be here. The fact that other people think they're better is no matter.
If life were fair, there would be no need for begging. But sometimes, there's no other choice."
These thoughts pass through Fujiko's mind as she once again swallows her pride, and once again holds out an old tin cup for any passers by.
"Give to the less fortunate, sir?"
The man pretends not to hear, and continues on.
After a time, a man in a suit, drops something into the cup, a xanax. "Here you are, this should make you feel better!"
He walks away, laughing. People like this did pass by occasionally, knowing that xanax is the reason so many are reduced to beggary. If she takes it, Fujiko will be further into addiction, and will need even more money for rehab. But, it's just too good, and in the end, when nobody is looking, she will take it.
Someone holds out $20 and asks for a bit of wisdom in exchange. Fujiko tells them not to bet everything on Chelsea, or else you may end up stuck here in the Beggars Corner.
"That should be at least enough to make it back home." she thinks, before the man has a chance to try to snatch it away again.
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Posted on Mon Nov 22, 2010 01:07:21
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Georgina Summers is out of luck.
But then again, she never believed in all those.From day one, her father taught her a philosophy : destiny is made by our own actions, and luck have nothing to do with it.
If only she could spat that back on her father's face.
Somehow, luck does have a play in her life.Success came early in her career, while her other co-workers shed tears, sweat and blood to reach the point she's embracing right now.
And all came crashing down just in one day.
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Posted on Mon Nov 22, 2010 20:16:44
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My name Is MB
When I arrived in Torn I, like so many others, had plans of "making it big" and then on a bad day I managed to irritate a rich person and spent 5 months in hospital. It turned out that that wasnt such a bad thing because while there I got a hospital job and worked my way up to Brain Surgeon. it was a quick rise to that but in my defence I spent a lot of time in bed so had loads of time to study.
Unfortunally I also needed to fund my medical treatment so had a plan, in the ward with me were plenty of gang members desperate to get out so I started stealing medical supplies and selling them, pretty soon I was rolling in cash and got greedy so started buying and selling warring gangs because in hospital I was untouchable.I had a thriving drugs business and made a fortune buying and selling gangs (Enough to fund my Palace) but then one day the rich person stopped putting me in hosp.
I had spent so much time in there that I forgot how to function in the city, I had become institutionalised and now I was out it seemed everyone had their own little markets (they called them "Bazaars") and trade became impossible
Pretty soon my millions were wasted on drugs and Travel trying to regain all that strenght I lost in that 5 months just to keep up with people that arrived here much later than me and now Im a pauper. Me and my Monkey (donkeyballs who I found half starving and discarded in a dump) must beg everyday now for the scraps of Torn. I beg of you to help not for me but because I dont want to see Donkeyballs go hungry so buddy could you spare a dime?
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Fujiko
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Posted on Wed Nov 24, 2010 00:33:55
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As more and more beggars gather, Fujiko looks around. Something is happening, a realisation that this economy is taking its toll. It was more than the economy. It was more than the bookie, the xanax, or the inflation. This was a setup. It had to be.
Thinking back, it all made sense: the nature of compound interest, the way the city had changed after the large banking conglomerate had been brought in. The old ways of companies like Grain fell to the quick-money of the stock market, and in the first stock market, that was what had brought her here first, so long ago. The new stock market was not like that. The stock did not just fall to 0 so that you lost your investment entirely. Even so, if you were wiped out from the first one, it would take a while to decide to join the newer, revamped market, and by that time, you will have missed out.
The forces at work were easy to see if only you knew what to look for. Nobody much talked about them, but there they were, plain as day. So, here they were, the beggars, victims of greed.
Fujiko considered that these thoughts would not make her any money, so instead, she played a song on her guitar, singing about peace and prosperity, freedom from want, and was somehow able to make it another day, begging for scraps, when not long ago, she had it all.
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Posted on Wed Nov 24, 2010 01:08:17
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Brad turns around and sees fujiko basking in the corner.. "What's up?" he asked.
Later that day he went bankrupt due to poor investment with TCHS, stupid stock market crashed on him.. he no longer receives medical supplies.. "Please, donate to me.. I never knew it was this hard..."
He had soon realized Fujiko really did need the money.. poor woman.
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Fujiko
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Posted on Fri Nov 26, 2010 03:01:35
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Fujiko looked around at the others who were joining her at the Beggars' Corner. She struck a match from a paper matchbook, lit a cigarette, and tossed the match aside. Her long back hair was pulled back into a ponytail, held by an old rubber band.
Just a shadow of her former self, she was wearing an old pair of cowboy boots, and a faded pair of bluejeans with a hole in the knee, and these she called her holy pants. The holy pants were comfortable, like an old friend. She often joked that she would wear them to church, but she had not actually been there for several months. It would be too much to go back, among all the people she knew before, to let them see her like this.
She wore a bluejean top which was torn into short-sleeves, although it had originally been a long-sleeved shirt. Fujiko wore no tattoos, and somehow managed to avoid getting seriously cut or scarred. She often thought that her mild paranoia was a blessing, preventing things from becoming far worse than they had. If only she had felt it before placing that bet, none of this would have happened.
She would maintain her personal hygiene as much as possible by stopping into a gas station restroom, and washing the most critical spots, and made enough begging to afford her cigarettes, enough food to survive, as well as feminine and other hygiene products, which she kept in her purse. She had to keep her guitar with her at all times, afraid someone would take it, and tried never to sleep for more than an hour at a time. When she woke, she was not really rested, but was unable to sleep any more. She could feel the lines under her eyes deepening, maybe from the xanax, or the lack of sleep, or perhaps the futility of it all. It had reached the point that makeup could no longer hide it.
Whatever the reason, there had to be a better way to live. She had so much, and lost it in such a short time, and, from the look of things, she was not the only one. As she looked around, she was just as prepared to make friends as she was to fight for her life, because that was the way of things. You never quite knew what might happen, from one minute to the next.
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Posted on Sat Nov 27, 2010 06:19:50
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i beg for forgivness ...that is all i require to lead a humble life..:|
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Posted on Fri Dec 03, 2010 16:42:34
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im not going to give you a story on how the stock martket broke or my oil rig went in debt i just dont play right i sold anything i had for drugs and the casino cuz oen day im going to get that magic door open wothout walking in front of it so please for my 2 addictions send me money if you dont i wont let you leave this elevator i have a brick
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Posted on Sat Dec 04, 2010 02:16:18
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$-35,641,728
I left torn for about a year with 100K from loan shark
i need some money to help pay him back before the debt starts to realy pile up
all cash apreciated
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Fujiko
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Posted on Sat Dec 04, 2010 06:03:57
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(The following begging is directed primarily at -oc-king22) Please learn the difference between a street corner and an elevator. The differences are quite numerous, the most striking of which is that a street corner is outside and an elevator is inside. Well, I mean, unless the reference was to the Wonkavator, but that has not been introduced into this role play.I have no intention of doing so, so I beg of you try to keep to the scenery, limited in description though it may be.
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DrugDen
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Posted on Sat Dec 04, 2010 20:44:35
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Hey im drugden, i really need help, i am constanly being bountied and attacked for no reason. I need a good someone to lend me a great house and xanax. But i know im not that lucky for anyone to help me.
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Posted on Tue Dec 07, 2010 14:02:51
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I beg that all thou rate this thread + because I r trolling in teh beggars lounge, I need moniez and i will offer profane services for it *licks lips*
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DelGirl
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Posted on Wed Dec 15, 2010 11:42:07
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Opening the door, DelGirl walked in. It had been a long time since DelGirl had felt the need of a sanctuary away from the judgmental stares and cruel insults. She thought her strength of mind would just brush them away as easily as brushing away a fallen eyelash…but as the days turns into weeks and the snow started raining from the sky, her confidence grew lower, her appearance where once respectable now looked no different to that of Bill who lived under a bridge with just a carton of cheap wine to keep him company and Jinxy the rat whom he found eating his sock one night.
It’s amazing that at times like these when you need them most, friends are no where to be found. There’s always something more important that they need to attend, a wedding, David’s going away party, their kid’s dental appointment and even on one occasion…the gerbil’s birthday.
To them you’re just another hobo, it doesn’t matter what history you shared with them, they don’t want anyone to think they’re associated with people like me. Even though once upon a time…I was one of them.
Maybe it’s karma. Maybe He saw me and decided that I should try my own medicine. I never believed in God when I was rich, I never had the time to. Funny how when I’m as low as West Ham are in the league He still comforts me. Looking back, I never made the time for anybody…not even my guinea pig Coco Pop. Maybe He is right, maybe I do deserve this but I hope somebody here sees that I’ve learnt from the error of my ways and gives me a chance…or more importantly a hand to hold.
My name is DelGirl and I really could do with a friend right now.
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Posted on Thu Dec 16, 2010 16:25:30
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Hi ive just returned and have no money please donate will be rewarded
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hey apply to my company 30k a day
http://www.torn.com/joblist.php?step=corpinfo&ID=36057
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Posted on Sun Dec 19, 2010 16:26:01
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Fujiko
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Posted on Tue Dec 21, 2010 02:51:57
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Fujiko looks around to see that more beggars seem to be passing through, which is not at all surprising, given the state of the economy. She sits down and begins playing her guitar softly. Somehow, playing made her feel like everything was going to be ok, even if it probably wasn't. A few coins dropped into her cup, which would sustain her at least another day.
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DelGirl
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Posted on Wed Dec 29, 2010 16:35:48
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Seeing Fujiko sitting down playing her guitar, DelGirl wanders over to her worldly possessions she had unceremoniously dumped in the corner and picks up her old guitar with faded union Flag and bulldog stickers adorning it. Finding an old discarded cushion, she wipes off most of the cobwebs and sits down next to Fujiko and watches her strumming away. After a few moments, DelGirl starts playing along but suddenly she starts to get flashbacks of her sitting in her bedroom as a lonely 13 year old and she stops playing. Tears fill her eyes as the memories of her parents arguing over the slightest thing and her futile attempts to escape that nightmare just by playing the guitar her brother had bought her at the boot sale come back to haunt her.
Noticing that Fujiko is starting to look at her with a concerned look in her eye, DelGirl starts playing her version of Pencil Full Of Lead in the hope Fujiko will stop looking in her direction and concentrate on her own problems.
The past is gone, DelGirl thinks to herself, things will get better.....this time next year I'll be a millionaire......
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Posted on Mon Jan 03, 2011 07:00:31
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Fujiko sees a newcomer, obviously pained to be reduced to beggary, and Fujiko knew that feeling all too well. On the one hand, you want people not to notice you, but then, you want someone to care enough to help you out of the spot you're in. Fujiko didn't have it any better, or maybe she did, a little. After all, she had been surviving by the Beggar's Corner for several days now.
"Not bad!" she says with as much upbeat optimism as she can either muster or fake.
She hands DelGirl a small canteen, explaining, "I don't mind sharing because the bartender at the nearby bar fills it with cold water for me. If you sing, you have no chance if your throat ever dries. Maybe if we work together, we can at least work up a few more tips than we might solo.
*ahem* Where are my manners? My name is Fujiko. Nice to meet you.
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DelGirl
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Posted on Mon Jan 03, 2011 14:23:17
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"Hello Fujiko, it's nice to finally see a friendly face."
Accepting the canteen of clean, cool water, DelGirl put the canteen to her lips and savoured the refreshing taste on her tongue. At just 19 years old, DelGirl had seen many things, much more than most people twice her age. The nightmares from her childhood dreams turning into reality and with nowhere to go she had ended up sleeping under the stars in the centre of a busy city where she was looked down upon as if her circumstances were all her own doing.
"It wasn't meant to be like this," she mumbled to Fujiko, whom she had decided to put her trust in...well as much one can in these circumstances. "I was going to be a singer, maybe in the West End one day. My father used to take me to see all the musicals and when we got home I'd re-enact my favourite scenes and sing my favourite songs from the show. All went downhill as soon as I hit puberty though, I wasn't his little girl anymore and I started to rebel. Maybe I just wanted to hurt him....all I know is....I went too far. I was 14 when I left home, I woke up early one morning and ran. I'd always enjoyed running so I ran as far as my legs could carry me before I realised I didn't know where I was. I was too shy to ask for help so I just carried on going....and 5 years on I'm here with just a rucksack and guitar to my name. You've probably heard it all before haven't you Fujiko? It's nothing new. I'm just another statistic, face in the crowd.....a disappointment to another family.
I'd love to work with you though, I always enjoyed jamming with my brother. The Beatles classics was our thing."
Picking up her guitar, DelGirl starts singing, " You say yes, I say no, You say stop, I say go go go! Oh no! You say goodbye while I say hello."
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Posted on Wed Jan 05, 2011 03:53:22
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Fujiko resists her natural urge to throw jellybeans at her newfound friend, as it is only appropriate to use this reaction when faced with the actual Beatles. Instead, she puts on a smile, and plays an acoustic backup, and singing the chorus lines.
Fujiko does not naturally have a British accent, but a neutral American accent. It is similar to newscaster English, which to the untrained ear might identify her as being from the Denver, Colorado area, excepting that her accent is less nasal that the typical Denverite, which might give away that she learned English pronunciation by repeating books on tape. She also learned quite a few of the classics in American English that way, though she is not known to ever have quoted them. However, not having a strong Southern accent makes her sound markedly dissimilar to Tom Petty, which makes the duet singing Beatles songs almost entirely unlike the Traveling Wilburys.
None of that seemed to matter. For a time, Fujiko let the music carry her to a dream world, and the feeling spread to the other beggars, as well as the passers-by, and a few of those would think to donate, ensuring that Fujiko and DelGirl would be able to sustain themselves another day. It's best to have a roommate, to avoid being alone as a homeless beggar. Many of those who forgot this, thinking that they could go on alone, ended up dead, especially true for females. It was a sad fact of life that women were more prone to being victimised.
"Hello. Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye" she sang, in time with DelGirl, and soon, it was as if they had been playing as a duet for a very long time, despite that they had just met that day. Music, it seemed, truly is a universal language.
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DelGirl
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Posted on Thu Jan 06, 2011 09:14:39
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After their impromptu gig at Beggars Corner, DelGirl looked inside the guitar case and excitedly counted all the money that had been donated to Fujiko and herself.
"$12...$13.....$15....$15.10....$15.19. Well that should be enough for a hot meal don't ya think Fujiko?'
Setting down her guitar, DelGirl stood up but suddenly fell down again as her legs seemed to buckle from underneath her.
The years she had spent on the street had taken their toll on young Del's health. When you're first on the street you try and make yourself look respectful and make sure you're washed everyday but after the weeks turn into months you start to stop caring. Torn also had an extremely high arson rate and on more than one occasion Del had inhaled plumefuls of hazardous smoke which unknown to her, had turned her lungs into those of a passive smoker. DelGirl had tried to stay away from drugs and for the most part she had succeeded but sometimes she took ecstasy just to make her forget herself just for a few hours which always seemed to make her feel worse once the effects had worn off...
Accepting Fujiko's offer to help her get back up, DelGirl slowly got to her feet and started walking gingerly, just like a new born deer learning to walk. These moments of weakness were starting to become more often for DelGirl...but she'd be damned if she was going to let it get the better of her.
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Fujiko
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Posted on Fri Jan 07, 2011 02:26:01
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Fujiko knew exactly how DelGirl felt, because she had been there, more often than she cared to admit.
A stranger noticed DelGirl was having difficulty, and asked if she was ok.
Fujiko, quite without thinking, replied that her friend suffered from the chemotherapy and suggested that $20 would go a long way toward helping her surgery. He handed her $10, and walked away briskly.
"We should have more than enough. Come with me, I know a great place for lunch. It's not at all expensive, especially for the lunch buffet. They have a great selection, even sushi, as well as all the usual Chinese dishes, and some others that you should try! Only $8 and that inclides drinks. I've never had a problem with it. Mind your guitar. People do occasionally try to steal them. "
It's times like these that truly define us, Fujiko thought to herself. Without the illusion of wealth, we are all the same. Fujiko was a different person than she was when controlling hundreds of millions of dollars, and she wanted to think, a better one. You can't take it with you, after all.
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Posted on Fri Jan 07, 2011 09:44:58
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DelGirl steadied herself and followed Fujiko into the restaurant. It had been a long time she had been in one with actual money in her pocket. Usually she would have to run out of the door whilst the waiter's back was turned or she had to stay behind after closing up and do the washing up, either way the sparkle in DelGirl's momentarily came back.
The selection of food was wide and seemed to have dishes from all parts of the globe, DelGirl lingered at the sushi but decided that maybe something hot would help sustain her better in the cold winter than pretty raw fish. Picking up a plate she and Fujiko set about piling their plates high even though they both knew that most of it would end up in a tupperware box and saved for later.
Once they had chosen a table, DelGirl looked around at all the other customers and saw people from all walks of life, there was a man in the corner who was dressed smartly and acting like he was better than everyone else in the room. DelGirl recognised this sort of person as a pimp, she had many friends suffer at the hands of these beasts and she had an intense hatred for these men. When the pimp in the restaurant saw DelGirl looking at him, he put a twisted smile on his face and made gestures for her to join him, DelGirl's hand shook with rage and she clenched a knife in her fist. Fujiko, noticing that DelGirl had suddenly froze like a rabbit in the headlights turned to see what she was looking at. Being an old hand at living rough Fujiko also recognised what kind of character he was and she looked back at her young friend,
" Ignore him, he can't hurt us. We're nothing to him, just carry on and eat up. I don't want you collapsing on me again, ok?"
DelGirl wasn't stupid, she knew that Fujiko was right so she angled her chair so that she couldn't see the pimp and carried on eating. She thought about everything that had happened today...something was troubling her but she couldn't think why.....mouthful after mouthful the sense of unease worsened until she finally remembered.....
"My guitar!!!"she cried as she ran out of the restaurant back to Beggar's Corner.
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Posted on Fri Jan 07, 2011 17:33:04
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Fujiko giggled, thinking back to the time she had left her guitar at the Beggars' Corner. That was when she met the unusual bartender who had saved her guitar. Fujiko didn't expect DelGirl to walk into Hell's Tavern to learn that it was the dancing bear who had saved her guitar. It had been some time, but there he was, same as ever. Fujiko didn't understand why, but that bear watched out for the beggars, it seemed. After the Ladies Palace had closed down, after people had stopped coming to Hell's Tavern, somehow the bear remained. Somehow, the jukebox still played old country songs, the same as it always had.
Fujiko ate as quickly as she could, her chopsticks moving as quickly as ever. She went and got one more large helping, only this time she ate with one hand, and filled her takeaway box with the other, closing it up into her purse by the time she had finished her rice. She then drank one more small bowl of egg drop soup before dropping enough money on the table to pay for herself and DelGirl. Del would probably be frantic by now, asking everyone, just as Fujiko herself had done, so long ago.
Fujiko walked briskly, but couldn't manage a run, just having eaten so much. She stopped right at the edge of the Beggars Corner, at the entrance to old Hell's Tavern, and called DelGirl over. Del, I'd like to introduce you to an old friend. This is the bartender I was telling you about. He fills my canteens each morning for me, and he watches out for the people here. Your guitar has been tucked away behind the bar, the same place I found it so long ago when the same thing happened, Nobody told me, but I had known this bar from long ago, back when I wanted to write a book about the best and worst spicy chicken wings in Torn City. Fujiko had just enough left over to buy herself and DelGirl a nice glass of juice, and there was the dancing bear, cheerful and happy as ever, with two plastic takeout cups with orange juice in them. Fujiko's had just a touch of grenadine, but she was spoiled that way. "Here he is" Fujiko introduced as an old country song drifted across the Beggars corner from the old jukebox which still played in Hell's Tavern, though it was now almost always empty. Somehow, none of this effected the bear, or his ability to dance The bear, not saying a word, handed DelGirl her guitar, and proceeded to dance in the middle of the Beggar's Corner.
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Posted on Fri Jan 07, 2011 20:47:36
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Struck dumb by the dancing bear, DelGirl sipped her orange juice and stroked her trusty guitar quietly swearing to herself that she would never let it out of her sight again. DelGirl watched the dancing bear pull some moves and slowly let her heartrate slow down after the initial shock.
A cold breeze went through the air and as DelGirl pulled her jacket closer to her she realised that night was falling, realising that she needed to find a bed for the night she called over to Fujiko who was busy talking to the dancing bear.
"Fujiko!"
Fujiko, hearing Del's call came over and after a moment's conversation with her realised that it really was getting late and the two of them wandered off in search of shelter. They walked down an alleyway filled with syringes and foul smells and DelGirl couldn't help but grab Fujiko's hand as deep down she knew that this wasn't a safe place to be.
Suddenly in the distance there was a strange sound, it sounded like....it sounded like music but that was impossible, there were no clubs down here. Turning a corner DelGirl screamed as a big man emerged out of the shadows...
"I think you forgot this" said the mystery man with the gruff voice handing DelGirl something.
Looking down DelGirl realised that for the second time that day she had forgotten her guitar and that the music she had been hearing was coming from his boom box. Feeling embarrassed, she thanked him again and walked back to Fujiko who had burst into a fit of giggles at DelGirl's forgetfulness....'
"Shut up Fujiko!" she laughed as the two carried on walking down the alleyways.
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Posted on Sun Jan 09, 2011 15:52:25
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Fujiko knew these streets by now, and it was easy enough to lead Del to an abandoned building she knew. Not the best place to sleep, but there was a window unlocked and it was easy enough to crawl inside. No electricity, of course, but after locking the window, it would keep them safe and reasonably warm. When nightfall came, Fujiko felt bad for anyone who hadn't found a place to get out of the elements. She had enough cold Chinese food in her purse yet to make do, and the water to the building hadn't been shut off yet, so she could wash herself (in cold water regrettably) and use the small restroom.
She felt even luckier when she heard rain beating down on the window they had crawled through. Nature was even more merciless than society sometimes, it seemed. As the rain fell harde, Fujiko played a few chords on her guitar, and suggested that since there wasn't much else to do, they may as well practice for tomorrow's show.
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Posted on Sun Jan 09, 2011 18:23:55
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Hi.....i'm stumped...
i sit in the corner with my pen thinking what to draw, its harder now.
People and not happy anymore
i pour my emotions into my animations to portrait
what people are thinking.
Its hell out there
My designs have become darker
Hate, rage lies, aggression deception
it all out there
new updates and rules have changed our society
forcing friends to turn on each other
my designs are deadly
there rage fuels my insanity
i'm angry now when i design
now i incorporate more dangerous elements into my designs.
Fire!! Smashing!! Burning!! Electricity!!!
i feel for my fellow players
the path they have chosen
Greed!! changes everyone...
Change is Inevitable
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DelGirl
ID: 621704
Level: 50
Posts: 11921
Score: 3715
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Posted on Mon Jan 10, 2011 08:40:05
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Even though is lacked the comfort of her old bedroom, DelGirl slept soundly that night for the first time in a long while. The gentle chords Fujiko was playing drowned out the pitter patter of the rain and for a moment it was like she was in her own little film with Fujiko providing the soundtrack.
She didn't know whether it was the fact she wasn't having to face the foreseeable future alone or whether it was because she had eaten well, albeit most of the food was cold as she had to abandon the restaurant earlier than she had intended, all Del knew, was that for the first time in months she felt safe.
Fujiko was like the tough, kick ass big sister she never had and athough they came from different parts of the world, in Torn they had a connection which would hopefully get them off the streets one day. As she slept Del went through songs in her head that they both could perform, it was like a jukebox in her head with each song with their own special meaning.
Del opened her eyes and saw Fujiko had fallen asleep, with her guitar next to her. Del decided to move her guitar away from her just in case she rolled onto it in her sleep.Washing her face in the cold water, Del caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she looked tired, not tired from lack of sleep but tired of having to fight through every day just to reach the next one. Her hair was long and lifeless as Del had given up on appearances......but that was going to change from now on. Reaching into her rucksack she pulled out a pair of scissors, looking one last time in the mirror she got hold of a wad of hair and started cutting....
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Fujiko
ID: 341315
Level: 51
Posts: 5827
Score: 4366
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Posted on Mon Jan 10, 2011 09:03:43
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As Fujiko slept, she dreamed, first of begging for money. Then, of the more subtle begging that she did playing her guitar for small groups of onlookers.
"Beggars all," she said in her sleep, looking at a dream billboard advertising a bank. In the end, people's charity causes them to respond to advertising despite the fact that they get the raw end of the stick every time, guaranteed from those corporations.
She dreamt of a song, a perfect song that expressed just how she felt, and she knew that if she were to play it, everyone who heard it would understand. It was such a beautiful song, she must have sang the chorus several times and each of the verses at least twice, and she woke up suddenly, and could hear herself saying "This is perfect!" only to realise that the words to the song were no longer on her lips, that her fingers could no longer play the chords. It was all like a whicper, at the edge of hearing, so close, and yet, not availible, no matter how hard she tried to remember for the weeks to follow.
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DelGirl
ID: 621704
Level: 50
Posts: 11921
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Posted on Mon Jan 10, 2011 11:12:56
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DelGirl watched Fujiko talking in her sleep and dithered on whether to wake her up or not, she decided against it as if any of her own experiences were anything to go by, sleep was hard for a beggar in Torn.
Reaching into her rucksack, Del pulled out a battered little teddy bear. Her brother had mutilated it when she was 4years old but after their father had told him off and grounded him, he tried to fix it as good as new. Even though the legs were at a funny angle and he was missing one eye, Del appreciated her brother's attempt at fixing him.
Del stared at the bear and thought of her brother. Out of all her family, he was the one she missed the most. Her parents were good parents but they never understood her or were there for her like her brother was. Sometimes, Del thought if she could just visit him again.......no, she thought........I can never go back....
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