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Pulled away from her thoughts while she was watching the clouds fly by, she looked towards Bridget. "I'm 24 years old. You are so young to be out all by yourself."
Blanche was once meant to have a child but an accident had prevented her from getting one. The hospital bills to keep her alive was a blow to their money but they bounced back. She smiled. "You are very smart though." She complimented her and then looked off towards George." "That's quite a lot of money." She stopped in thought then said "We will definitely get to California then. "I was a house wife and worked cleaning houses." She chuckled softly. "What a fulfilling life.." Sarcasm breaded her words but there were no regrets.
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(OOC: I leave to go bike for a day, and wtf? lol, lot of catching up)
Cela sat in the car, placed her head in her hands, and broke down crying. She had everything, now nothing. Nothing except this man she didn't know, who was driving her to california for whatever reason. He was right, there was no way she was getting her money back. And he didn't even know it was already gone. Now she was headed to california, In a car, which was nice, but how long would gas last. And the road would be rough, if passable, huge droughts out that way, the roads had apparently gone to hell...
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"Yes, I know, my parents thought 18 was too young as well." She silenced, Bridget felt her head start to drop, walking all day and the day before had taken a toll on her. Her eyes started to close and her head slid to rest gently on Blanche's shoulder.
(OOC: I'll try to get on later, but I don't know if I'll be able)
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"Sleep off your troubles, girls. I'll take care of the driving," George said, then turned to wherever Cera was sitting, "I'm sorry I had to be like that, but it just had to come out. These time aren't exactly something you can just ignore."
(OCC: Okay, I have to go to school anyway, so I wouldn't of been able to rp for very long this morning. I'll be back on after school.) Last edited by Soul_Man : 05-09-2008 at 05:33 AM.
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Blanche smiled at the child sleeping on her shoulder - no, the young lady. She wasn't a child - so brave to carry so much on her shoulders, so brave to walk and stay in such a strange, new country.
"Sleep? Oh, I can't. I'm not in the least bit tired. Just...weary." She said, looking at the back of George's head with a growing smile. "How can you be so blunt in such times like this? It isn't to be ignored, I know but optimism is all these people have these days."
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"That optimism is the main reason why I have to be so blunt. People just think we're gonna get out of this so easily, but the truth is, we're gonna be in this for a long while," George said, losing the smile he had.
"Maybe it's bad for me to be so negative all the time though. We do have things to be greatful for. We have a decent amount of cash, and in two years we'll be free of the curse of Hoover," he said, the smile returning. (OCC: I'll be back on in a half-hour at the latest)
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Cela looked up to the other girls. "I'm Cela," (OOC: not Cera, its like Marcela, shortened kind of) "And, sorry if my clothes give you the wrong impression. That I have money or something, cause... I don't. Not anymore..."
Cela used to laugh at the people out on the street, begging for change. Funny how things worked out then huh. A matter of a week, had put her in the same position they were in. She was poor, homeless, relying on strangers for what she needed...
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Bridget's head popped up quickly, her cheek was slightly red from Blanche's shoulder. "I am sorry, I hadn't realized I was sleeping on you." She said, her voice soft, showing just how young she really was. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and yawned. "How long was I asleep?"
(OOC: Woot! Back on for a while!)
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(OCC: Sweet. I'll be on too, because there's not much else to do where I am and roleplaying's very fun.)
"Not very long, maybe 10 minutes. It's hard to tell without a watch, I had to sell it to make some money. Pity too, it belonged to my father." George sighed, both at the terrible luck of the times and at the memory of his father, "he was a good man." Last edited by Soul_Man : 05-09-2008 at 06:46 PM.
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"I'm sorry about your watch, all I have from my mother is this." Bridget pulled out a long necklace with a heart pendant. The heart had the words Jusqu'à ce que vous retourniez à la maison inscribed on them. "It's not worth of any substance, I had it priced and all it's only metal with a gold paint, worth only two or three dollars. However it means a lot to me. It was the last thing my Mother gave to me before I left home. I do miss her." Tears rose in her eyes and she wiped them away bitterly.
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