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[Mar. 25th, 2008|03:57 am] |
Who: Dante & Kieran
Where: Grocery store
When: Saturday evening
Much like a dog, Dante wasn't allowed to sleep on the bed. Even though he was basically keeping Ant off the street, that territory was most definitely not his. It wasn't really that the couch was uncomfortable, it wasn't. In fact, it was probably more comfortable than the bed. However, Dan believed in principles...at least he did when it came to annoying someone else.
As the saviour of Ant's living space, he should've had first choice. He hadn't.
Time for a little retribution.
Well, not quite retribution. Dan's idea was a little petty, but that wasn't the point. If Dante couldn't have the bed, nobody could. He just needed to make that clear to Ant.
Dante rubbed his nose and stared at the wall of products in front of him. He just needed a generous sized packet of icing sugar, and then he could be on his way... |
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[Mar. 4th, 2008|11:17 pm] |
Who: Dante Price & Akana Bahur
Where: National Mall
When: Tuesday
What: Dan makes a nuisance of himself downtown
Biting into his apple, Dante watched as two old men had an argument about a twenty dollar bill they'd both found. It hadn't been lost in the first place, but they didn't know that. Now the men pushed at each other, each desperate to keep the money to themselves. They were getting a bit of help, of course.
Dante walked along the path, picking the piece of fruit clean as the argument faded out of earshot. One would take it all or they'd rip it. Nobody shared on his watch.
He scanned the area, looking at the people around him. Pickings were certainly slim, but then how many people had time to wander around the National Mall at this hour? Other than tourists, of course, but it was a little cold for them yet.
Oh well. Might as well head back.
Taking a final bite out of his apple, Dante aimed and threw, although he was slightly askew of the bin. One bounce off a woman's head and it hit the bottom of the basket with a soft clunk. Perfect! |
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[Feb. 21st, 2008|11:13 pm] |
Who: Dante Price & Antony Erasmus
Where: Bus Station
When: Thursday
What: Dante arrives in Washington.
Dante shuffled off the bus with the rest of his travelling herd, waiting with a teenger's impatience as the old lady in front of him was helped down the metal steps, onto the sidewalk.
When he was back on cement ground, Dante threw his bag over his shoulder and looked around. Grey, grimy and filled with work-weary labourers and unwashed masses. Was there a station anywhere that didn't resemble this dreary postcard? Probably not. And to think; if only carbon emissions such an issue, he could have flown.
Why do aging hippie moms think they know everything?
Still, he'd made it to the capital, lucky Dante. Now where was that jackass he was supposed to meet up with? |
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