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Anyone?

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((sorry!))

Stephanie Smith
Day Trotter//Just a member
***(((Turn Me On With Your Electric Feel)))***

Stephanie couldn't help but smile at the boy, her cheeks keeping the reddish hue of a blush from before. She dropped her hand to cross them behind her back, eyes dipping to look at the ground then up to "Freckle's" face. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it, thinking words over. "What's your real name? I hope it isn't a bother of me asking but, I'd honestly like to know." Her head tipped to the side as she waited for an answer, knowing the boy probably wouldn't give any information about the current topic.

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Rusty "Freckles" O'Mahoney
Day Trotter
"You can run from the fire, but you can't run from the smoke"
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For a split second Freckles froze up, panic fluttering in his chest. But in another heartbeat , he had regained his calm composure, and the fear that had flashed across his eyes had vanished. He considered not telling her, but opted out. What if she decided not to accept him into the Day Trotters? That would be bad. Very bad. Of course, he could always lie. Freckles was a great liar, with a poker face like cement. But he hated lying and rarely did. It just felt wrong, violating somebody’s trust.
“Rusty.” Freckles said sheepishly, leaving out his last name on purpose. His name sounded so strange to him now. It felt as if it had been ages since he’d been called Rusty. “But I- I go by Freckles.”
And if she insisted on knowing his last name, well, then Freckles would have to lie. It wasn’t safe- not for him or the Day Trotters.

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Stephanie Smith
Day Trotter//Just a member
***(((Turn Me On With Your Electric Feel)))***

[center]Stephanie relaxed and stuffed her hands in her tight jean pockets, a faint smile on her lips as she spoke. "Rusty? I like that. Definitely more than Freckles." She took a few steps forward and and flicked at the front part of his Fedora so it tipped back, exposing his eyes. "Take a seat and a few deep breathes. You'll be fine here. Later on I have an apartment with a pretty decent futon if you wanna crash on that." (WB)

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Rusty "Freckles" O'Mahoney
Day Trotter
"You can run from the fire, but you can't run from the smoke"
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Yeah, so do I. What I'd give to be Rusty O'Mahoney again... but that's another life, now. Freckles thought sadly, but didn't say anything. When she tipped back the edge of his hat he blushed a little, shyly, but didn't look away. He liked that she seemed so honest with him, and friendly. It had been a while, it seemed, since anybody was hospitable to him. A smile flickered across his face, "Thank you... I.. that's really nice of you."

((WB too grrrrrrr)))

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Stephanie Smith
Day Trotter//Just a member
***(((Turn Me On With Your Electric Feel)))***

"I'm not THAT heartless.." Stephanie said with a playful tone. "I'd just keep your distance from me the first week of every month." A smile turned just the corner of her lips up, walking over to the ancient coffee pot and boiling a few cups of water over an open flame. "Take a seat Rust-O.." With her elbow she motioned to the old denim couch. "There's a few rules I should explain before you're officially-officially dubbed into the Day Trottahs'." She thought it was funny mood lightener to use one of her various accents. "Numero Uno, we own the streets from dawn till dusk. Any time after that you're officially on Night Crawler territory and have every right to be hunted down, shot and killed." There was no way that she was going to give the new kid an easy going talk.. If he really wanted to be here, he had to handle it. "Numero Dos, any time the Crawlers are on our clock, that gives us the right to do the same. Hunt them down, start a fight and end up killing the member.. Course, we tend to stray away from that unless it's absolutely necessary." She took the pot and gently set it on an old rag to cool, looking around for the instant coffee packets she had previously hidden, but settled from some hot chocolate. "Last but not least, numero Tres. Absolutely no outside affiliations with the Crawlers. I shouldn't have to tell you the consequence for that.. Use your imagination." Licking her lips she turned to the ginger boy, holding up a dark blue mug, various chips on the rim. Expression as if the recent conversation never happened. "Want some? I know how to make it right. Never use one packet, double the amount and use two."

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Rusty "Freckles" O'Mahoney
Day Trotter
"You can run from the fire, but you can't run from the smoke"
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Freckles laughed quietly, a lopsided smile staying on his face as he flopped gratefully onto the couch. A small puff of dust floated into the air as he did, but he didn't mind. He decided that he liked Stephanie. He hoped the other Day Trotters were as nice as she was.
He nodded as she mentioned rules, "Fire away." Rules. He was a good rule follower, usually.
What she said next surprised him a little- no, a lot- but he quickly made his expression unreadable. 'Have every right to be hunted down, shot and killed'? A little weight seemed to settle on his chest. He guessed he shouldn't be surprised, really. A gang was a gang, and if you're in one, you must deal with gang violence. But Freckles hated violence, hated guns, hated the senseless bloodshed that had flipped his life upside down... but he wouldn't kill a Night Crawler (whoever they are) just for walking around, and Freckles would be sure to stay out of their territory, right? So he'd stay out of all of that.
Freckles nodded when she held up the coffee pot, "Don't mind if I do." he paused, rubbing the back of his neck, " All sounds fair to me but... er..." he laughed at himself, "I'm not exactly from around here. Who are the Night Crawlers?"

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Stephanie took a seat next to Rusty, staring down into her manhandled mug. She spoke quietly as if they were possibly listening outside their door. "The only way I could put it is that they're the complete oposite of us. We rule the streets during the day, they do the same at night. They're ruthless, we think before our actions." She shrugged, setting the cup to the side and wrapping her arms around her waist. Goose bumps rose along her arms, the room having an erie aroura.