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Post by elgatocello on Jul 3, 2011 21:35:46 GMT -4
"How do we ask for it?"
Brunno shrugs and begins to walk back to the common area.
"Probably politely."
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Post by Juniper on Jul 3, 2011 22:33:37 GMT -4
Jessamine smiles, shyly, and agrees that food would be nice, but she doesn't seem to make any move toward asking for it. Such an open invitation to begin a conversation is a bit beyond her, and she shrugs sheepishly, aware of how silly it is. Still. People are not always kind to one who seems unusual from across a room, much less in conversation, and her cellmate seems more than capable.
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Post by irishmagician on Jul 3, 2011 22:49:12 GMT -4
Just are those who take not more than thine need...
The clacking of the prayer beads on his wrist stops Niall about a fourth of the way through the food tray. While he did not know the last time that he had eaten, now is not the time to gorge oneself. He scoots the tray of food back out into the hallway beyond the cell.
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Post by comicsans12pt on Jul 4, 2011 21:35:26 GMT -4
Sibet, still next to the door, calls out with her best 'I'm making fun of the rich people' voice, "Food sounds woooonderful for the two of us in here! May we have some?"
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Post by irishmagician on Jul 4, 2011 23:26:16 GMT -4
Niall hears the voice waft from farther up the hall. Scooting closer to the bars, he takes measure of how far away the voice was. Looking back at the tray already in the hall, he decides that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to slide it down. He pushes the tray as far as possible into the hall, waiting silently for someone to come by and pick it up.
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Post by comicsans12pt on Jul 6, 2011 13:11:14 GMT -4
Sibet, while waiting for someone to answer about the food sees an almost full food tray slide into the hall. He surprised Caleb which means he must be new too.
Hoping her estimate of how loud she should be is right, she yells, "Are you new too? Do you know how you got here?"
And before anyone in authority can address what might very possibly be a breach of the rules, she directs her voice toward where the food came from, "Your kindness is appreciated. Food would be lovely! May we have some."
She turns to Jessamine hoping that she hasn't completely alienated her. "Your, um," and Sibet makes a kind of twirling gesture with her fingers on the back of her hand and up her arm, "does it need something special to eat? Does it eat?"
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Post by Juniper on Jul 6, 2011 15:04:25 GMT -4
Jessamine blinks in surprise before she realizes Sibet is referring to the little breeze still playing in her hair. "It doesn't need anything. It's just wind; it goes where it wills. It just likes me, that's all."
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