did another longish rp thing and used a few more prompts so...I'll paste the appropriate bits where they go ;) ** Through the deli window, Tamara could see Vitaly watching the small crowd. Normally he was one to chase off panhandlers, giving them a sandwich and a coffee or water and sending them on their way. This particular panhandler, however, drew people to the deli, many of whom came in for a drink, a sandwich, a bag of chips or a pastry from the bakery side of the counter before they went back out to watch the artist work.
Vitaly had paid his dues as a busker. Unless the guitar case carried other belongings, he wagered the man was a musician too, or that music was one of his hobbies, and if he could make a few dollars to live on, and bring customers into the deli, he wasn’t hurting anything.
The thing Tamara noticed first, however, was the man’s thick greying hair and long, weathered face. A face she knew. He had to be a clone. She would bet money on it. He didn’t notice her, however, before she ducked into the deli, made her take-home order, and then picked up an additional bagged lunch for the thin man on the stool outside.
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Date: 2019-09-08 06:58 pm (UTC)**
Through the deli window, Tamara could see Vitaly watching the small crowd. Normally he was one to chase off panhandlers, giving them a sandwich and a coffee or water and sending them on their way. This particular panhandler, however, drew people to the deli, many of whom came in for a drink, a sandwich, a bag of chips or a pastry from the bakery side of the counter before they went back out to watch the artist work.
Vitaly had paid his dues as a busker. Unless the guitar case carried other belongings, he wagered the man was a musician too, or that music was one of his hobbies, and if he could make a few dollars to live on, and bring customers into the deli, he wasn’t hurting anything.
The thing Tamara noticed first, however, was the man’s thick greying hair and long, weathered face. A face she knew. He had to be a clone. She would bet money on it. He didn’t notice her, however, before she ducked into the deli, made her take-home order, and then picked up an additional bagged lunch for the thin man on the stool outside.
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Date: 2019-09-15 08:48 pm (UTC)Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
Date: 2019-09-10 12:56 am (UTC)When he was old enough to leave the orphange, he hit the streets and panhandled using his musical talent to make money to live on.
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For Jimmy music was more of an obession than a hobby. Something to do to keep him from going crazy while dealing with all of his family's drama.
When he was old enough to escape, he hit the streets singing for loose change or maybe a cup of coffee.
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They met when they answered an ad in the Daily Picayune from a band seeking studio musicians. They became instant friends.
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Over time they went from friends to lovers, and were contemplating getting married to celebrate ten years of friendship.
Re: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
Date: 2019-09-15 08:49 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
Date: 2019-09-15 10:19 pm (UTC)