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Post by jester on Sept 11, 2008 20:22:18 GMT -5
She laughed at that and nodded. "Guess so"She said. "mm... curious isnt bad."She leaned forward a bit and held her apple out. "Want some?"She asked and then scooted over patting the crate"Thers always room for one more"She said in a eerie voice and then laughed again shaking her head. It was an internal joke, a story her brother used to tell her about death.
"mm.. Jester"She said> "Im a newsie... "she tilted her head. "Not working today?"she asked, "or just on break?"
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Post by jib on Sept 12, 2008 14:03:42 GMT -5
Jib smiled and shook his had at the offer, "No thank you, I'm good." He walked over to the crates and sat down, giving the girl an odd look; she was an interesting character. He wasn't sure what to think - she seemed nice, but then an eerie voice, then laughter. She was an interesting girl. "Well, hello Jester." He shook his head, "I just got finished for today. One of the workers came in to take over for me because he needed a little extra money." Jib looked around the alley, then back to the girl; still wondering what a girl would want to do in an alley. Though, he wasn't about to press the question anymore.
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Post by jester on Sept 12, 2008 14:09:14 GMT -5
She gave a small shrug and took another bit of her apple. She chewed it looking up at him a bit, studying. 'hm.. "she licked her lips from the apple juices. "So what are you gonna do now?'she asked. "Got the rest of the day free, or you got stuff ya gotta do?"She asked. She took another bite as she flicked at some dirt that had gotten on her clothes. She peered at him again. "How old are ya?"she asked, she was terrible at guessing ages and she was curious. "oh!"she stopped."Do you know Avie?"she asked remembering that avalanche was a dock worker as well, though he was in brooklyn so maybe he wouldnt know.
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Post by jib on Sept 12, 2008 22:55:14 GMT -5
Jib shrugged looking Jester over as he spoke, "Nope, I really have nothing to do. I just didn't want to head home right away." She loved to ask questions, he thought. He didn't really care, it was just fun trying to guess what she'd ask next. "I'm 16." He wasn't sure if he should ask her how old she was, so he didn't. "No, I don't know any Avie." He shook his head as he spoke. "I don't really know many people, I've been from one job to another so many times that I never really got to meet people. It was always just work. My family is up in Boston, and any other friends I had are out on sea." He was glad that he had met a few people, Jester being one of them, now.
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Post by jester on Sept 12, 2008 23:26:04 GMT -5
She made a bit of a face. "thats .. no fun'She said. 'You should do something" jester nodded simply. "Im not doing anything.. Im a bit bored.. wanna do somethin' with me?"she asked. Her brows rose when he said he was only sixteen. She herself was seventeen and she knew she looked a year or two younger then that. It didnt help that she was only 5'1 either. Looking him over she gave a small shrug. "You look older... but I suppose'She leaned closer to him before pulling back. "Maybe... in your face"She nodded and then gave him a playful little grin. "Aw, well you should look him up. Great guy"she nodded, one of her good friends, which she really needed to go see him sometime. S he hadnt talked to him in ages.
She frowned a bit and shook her head. "Im sorry to hear that'She said, "Well... maybe you should try just talkin to anyone ya run into"She shrugged> "like me... y'er talkin' ta me"She pointed out. "Not so bad is it?" she smirked some.
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Post by jib on Sept 13, 2008 21:38:17 GMT -5
Jib smiled at Jester, doing something with her could be fun. "What do you have in mind?" He asked, though he wasn't going to be picky. Job shrugged at her assumption. He had never thought about what age he looked like. "If I ever see him I'll be sure to say hi; get to know him." He figured if she talked so highly of him, he couldn't be bad. Or, at least, all that bad. Jib thought about what she had said, "Yeah, I guess I should get out more." He smiled, he really hadn't tried to go out and talk to people. "This isn't as bad as I thought." He gave a mocking laugh. "It's nice to talk with someone other than the dock workers." He wondered what she had in mind for them to do, and quietly waited for her to speak.
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Post by sebastian on Oct 12, 2008 18:49:36 GMT -5
[NEW DAY]
Hand cupped around a cigarette perched between his lips, Sebastian attempted vainly to light the blasted thing. A strong wind had over the ideas, however, and it seemed as though Sebastian would have to go without. Growling, Sebastian flicked the match away and tossed the cigarette into a nearby gutter.
Knowing he had a shift at L'apetit in two hours left Sebastian soured to the world around him. Leaning against the brick wall of the alley he had slipped into in hopes of being able to light a cigarette away from the wide open streets, Sebastian contemplated what to do in the time he had. Though Sebastian hated his job, he had very little to do when he was not working.
Such was the curse of the person so adept at pushing people away.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 13, 2008 20:30:48 GMT -5
Naomi had been bickering with Paulie over something and decided to avoid his stoop for now, as she walked out the back she struck a match on the wall and lit her smoke. She hadn't seen the man, no-- just the glow of the light from his smoke. Her own lips curved as she leaned her hip against the exit door.
She didn't think the man wanted to talk, so she didn't say anything. She could lie and say she was the woman who owned something big or dance around and say she was doing a million other things. But she didn't.
Naomi stood there and watched the man, it was a good thing the back door of the apartment complex emptied out into the alley, if she wanted to avoid Paulie she could. With a grunt at her own thoughts she wondered why she even bothered with the man who hadn't fixed her sink yet.
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Post by sebastian on Oct 16, 2008 19:56:16 GMT -5
Sebastian was very much aware of girl who was now sharing the brick wall with him. Though Sebastian had seen her in his periphery, he would just as soon claim he could feel the presence of something annoying had approached. Yes, this was a harsh assessment of the girl who he had never spoken to, but it was nothing personal--people in general annoyed Sebastian. He was waiting with baited breath for the exception.
Hearing the grunt, Sebastian raised his eyebrows and lifted his head. Assuming the grunt was directed at him, Sebastian turned on Naomi. Sure, she was pretty, but pretty seldom made one more appealing to Sebastian. Pretty faces often hid unbearable prats.
"I'm sorry- have I offended you in anyway?" He asked curtly, tugging distractedly at the cuffs of his shirt.
Ironically, it was well within Sebastian's nature to grunt in an annoyed fashion at strangers--he just did not like it when the same treatment was sent his way.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 16, 2008 20:08:32 GMT -5
She lifted a slow brow and turned to him, she'd had no desire to talk to him really but he had spoken. Blowing out a trail of smoke she shook her head and drew another drag. She had nothing against most people she berated as they walked past her but his tone had an almost smirk tugging at her lips.
"No, but if I stand here long enough I'm sure you'll think of something," she was not a kind person by any means, it was one thing she liked about Paulie was his ability to catch her off the cuff borderline brutality with the same kind of sarcastic cruelty that she could dish out with her acid tongue. But Naomi was if nothing else honest to a fault-- she figured he probably would with that nice suit and somewhat charming look.
He was probably like all the other charming men that she'd ever met, seedy and devious on the underbelly only after what they want.
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Post by sebastian on Oct 20, 2008 13:19:00 GMT -5
"No, but if I stand here long enough I'm sure you'll think of something,"
Snorting humorlessly, Sebastian shook his head and decided he would not dignify the remark with a response. The smell of her cigarette smoke, however, was making him yearn for the one he had discarded so thoughtlessly in the gutter. Still, the desire was not enough to humble himself enough to ask her for one.
Instead, he reached into his pant pocket in the hopes he might have one left. Much to Sebastian's dissapointment, all he retrieved from the pocket was that god awful notepad he jotted on during his shifts at L'apitit. He needed to quit--he could not go another day miserably making all of the customers miserable. Sure, it was a cherished past time of his, but it certainly was not a career.
Returning the pad to his pocket, Sebastian picked at the dried paint around his fingernails. He had gone back to painting... well, he had until his nosey neighbor came by to complain about the fumes. Sebastian reminded himself to be especially nasty next time he saw the bugger.
Taking a sidelong glance at Naomi, Sebastian sneered. There was something irritatingly well-to-do about her. Rich, maybe--the spoiled offspring of some business mogul. "Ach, aren't there nicer alleyways in your part of town? S'rather seedy part of town for someone like you." He remarked nonchalantly realizing not a moment later he had just opened the door for conversation.
Hopefully she was a girl of few words--she rather looked like she was.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 20, 2008 14:14:13 GMT -5
"Ach, aren't there nicer alleyways in your part of town? S'rather seedy part of town for someone like you."
The dry and almost accusing tone had her lifting a brow and turning towards him, lifting her head in the arrogant way that almost had her hair falling back from her shoulders. Her part of town? Someone like her?
With a snort she motioned towards the building with her cigarette. "Heh, my part of town? Honey I live right here in this seedy part of town. Right up there, second floor.." she drew it back to her lips and took another long satisfying drag.
Sadly she was not just a woman of few words, the words she did toss out here biting and it was that mouth that got her into trouble more often then singing for her supper and being the the dream girl for the man watching her walk down the street.
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Post by flick on Feb 25, 2009 14:13:36 GMT -5
---New Day---
A tune was carried from the alley all the way to the street. A simple little tune that seemed to have to beginning and no end, it just continued on and on and on. But that suited Flicks mood he and nothing to do and no place to go. Just whistling to pass the time as he wove his way through the alley way. He didn't know what made him come out here, he usually liked to stay where there was a crush so he could sell the papes but since he got done early he decided to go for a walk. That ended him up here. As he continued he heard the echos from the streets that were so close yet seemed to be miles away at the same time. Cats scattered as he walked by, but he hardly noticed. Which would explain why when all of the sudden something hit him in the middle of the chest he was completely shocked. He hadn't been minding his surroundings which could cause him trouble if he wasn't careful. Looking around he saw a cat, one brave enough to not scatter. Shaking his head he started to walk but the thing kept following him.
"Look heah cat, I don't like cats particulahly, so just scat, mkay." The cat just looked at him with its big eyes. Sighing he continued to walk with the cat following him.
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Post by emilyb on Feb 25, 2009 15:36:12 GMT -5
Emily heard the echoing of the tune playing throughout the alley way, mixing with the shouts from the street. She looked down the way and saw a boy who was very popular with a particular cat. Standing in a corner not too far away from where this scene took place, she grinned.
"You have a way with cats." It was a statement that sounded like a question, as custom with her accent.
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Post by flick on Feb 26, 2009 18:59:50 GMT -5
Looking around Flick continued whistling until he came upon the girl and stopped. With a rueful grin he looked at her and said, "Now dat can't be possible because i hate dem." Looking down at the mangy thing he shook his head and pushed the cat away with his foot. The cat came right back but dodged his food the next time he tried. Shaking' his head he muttered, "stupid thing." Looking back at the girl he said with is usual grin, "Dey nevah seem ta know whats good foh dem...I'm Flick by the way." He looked at her expectantly waiting for her name.
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