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Jul 23, 2014 11:24:01 GMT -6
Post by Jeremiah Robinson on Jul 23, 2014 11:24:01 GMT -6
Jeremiah opens the door to the hotel room. A large grin comes over his face as he looks over the luxurious room. He tosses his bag to the side and jumps onto the couch.
"Oy, now this is livin'. At least we'll be comf-ta-ble before day kills oos, yeah. Fok! I'm properly full from tha train ride."
Jeremiah lays down to relax on the couch. Closing his eyes, but never losing that grin. Lip still fat as a walrus.
"So whata you wanna du Ginga?"
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Jul 24, 2014 14:07:35 GMT -6
Post by Kiki on Jul 24, 2014 14:07:35 GMT -6
Kiki silent lays her bags down by her bed. "I'm not good with fashion," she says quietly, "I dress as a factory, you be the black smoke?". She is visibly uncomfortable for the first time since the train ride.
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Jul 24, 2014 15:46:59 GMT -6
Post by Jeremiah Robinson on Jul 24, 2014 15:46:59 GMT -6
"Naw mum! I've been durt all ma life. Vis is the time to staht finkin' big. Ah want gold, ah want platinum, ah wanna be draped in the finest clothes. Aw that shit ah couldn't wear befo. Ah wanna be a king. Yeah, a bloody king."
Jeremiah is looking off into the distance, entranced by his own visions. He slowly snaps out of it and smiles at Kiki.
"Ah guess that makes you the queen."
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Jul 24, 2014 16:59:56 GMT -6
Post by Kiki on Jul 24, 2014 16:59:56 GMT -6
Kiki was at a loss. "No one has ever called me a Queen," she thought, "This boy is crazy." She was not used to anyone talking back to her, her giant size and stone like face, had kept everyone at bay in the factories.
"Okay I am queen." she said.
Behind her the stylists began to panic, wondering how they were going to pull of this request. "Brilliance!" shouted the head stylist. A wiry pale woman in silver and green makeup came scampering to her side. "I need gold and platnium; chains, plates, fabric, jewelry, get me the works."
Brilliance looked at her dumbfounded. "Uh, okay," she replied, "how much exactly do you want?"
"We're going to need all of it!"
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Jul 24, 2014 19:36:29 GMT -6
Post by Jeremiah Robinson on Jul 24, 2014 19:36:29 GMT -6
"Yeah, tha's wot I'm talkin' 'bout. I wanna be the badess lookin' motha fucka wit the sweetess threads. Really show everyone wot they up against."
Jeremiah then looks at Kiki, with an intense stare.
"This is wheah we show up Kiki. This is where we strike fear into our opponents."
Jeremiah starts pacing back and forth, getting his blood pumping with a bit of shadow boxing.
"Ah you ready to get into this ring!? Lemme hea ya Kiki!"
Jeremiah starts sweating and heaving. He goes up to Kiki and grabs her,
"FOK YEAH!" He lets go of her, "Ha! Can ah get a shrimp cocktail!?"
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Jul 24, 2014 21:35:53 GMT -6
Post by Kiki on Jul 24, 2014 21:35:53 GMT -6
Kiki looks wide eyed, and shakes her head. What the heck had she gotten herself into?
The Stylist continue to measure her, acting as if Jeremiah isn't even in the room.
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