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Post by jester on May 7, 2009 1:26:55 GMT -5
She watched him fix the watch and she grinned. "ah well... you're lucky its so simple.' she said. "Its pretty though...' Jester nodded resisting the urge to touch it. She had a tendency to do and say things before she thought about them. It didnt always end so well so shes been trying to stop herself to keep from getting into too much trouble.
Jester looked from his hand up to him and grinned. "Robert huh? You dont look like a robert. ' she shook his hand. "Jester.... she replied, her hat falling forward a bit and she let go to push it back up on her head. "and I am fine. How do you do'? she asked back, laughter in her voice, making her blue eyes sparkle with amusement at how proper this was. She even sat up a little bit straighter trying to match him a bit.
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Post by robert on May 7, 2009 1:43:05 GMT -5
Robert grinned as he watched her eye the watch. He had to be careful, though. He was still new to the streets and though this girl didn't look like the dishonest type, he could never be too sure.
"Is that so? What do I look like?" He always thought the name Robert fit him rather well. Then again, he had never been called by any other name. Not even a shorter version such as Rob or Bobby. It was always Robert. "Jester?" He guessed it was a nickname, but even so it suited her. She smiled a lot a seemed to be somewhat of a jokester. He shrugged. "I'm okay." He smiled as she sat straight up. He still hadn't lost his formal posture or speech and he probably wouldn't for a long while. It was just the way he was brought up.
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Post by jester on May 7, 2009 1:52:15 GMT -5
'Mmm.. she nodded and then studied him intently for a moment, trying to think. "I dont know... maybe... maybe a ryan?" she raised her brows. "I could see you as a ryan. Robert sounds like you're about forty...' she made a face. "You're definitely not old. Jester bit her lip. "You like your name?" she asked.
As he repeated her name she nodded. "Yup..., Maybe if you're good Ill tell you my real name' she grinned. Jester did tend to smile a lot, it was just natural for her.
Jester leaned back a bit, flattening out the skirt of the ugly dress. She kind of wished she was in something different right now. "Just okay? " she asked raising her brows. IS that a good or bad okay?'
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Post by robert on May 7, 2009 2:03:13 GMT -5
Robert shrugged. He never really thought about it before, whether or not he liked his name. It was something given to him. Saying he didn't like his name was like saying he didn't like his hair or eyes or the fact he was a guy. Ryan was an odd name to him. He'd known a few Ryan's who weren't the nicest guys. "Sure, don't you like your name?" After he thought about it, he figured maybe she didn't since she didn't go by it.
"Moderately okay. I mean, I'm content, I suppose." He looked behind him when the bell to the distribution center rang, which reminded him that he needed a job. He'd been living pretty good off the money he had taken with him when he left home since he hadn't used any of it on clothes or lodgings, but his days were getting boring and he yearned for something to do.
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Post by jester on May 7, 2009 2:11:47 GMT -5
"Its not so bad... your name I mean. she shrugged. "yeah I like my name fine. she actually had always liked her name. When she had been younger she hadnt liked it, thought it sounded too much like an animal or something, but her brother would always tell her she had a very pretty name, unique even. After that shed always liked her name.
"hmm... content...' she nodded. "alright then. So what brings you over here?" she asked. She heard the bell ring and looked up a moment. She still hadnt decided if she was going to sell or not. She probably should, maybe today would be a good day. She had a good feeling about the tracks today.
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Post by robert on May 7, 2009 2:15:25 GMT -5
"Just killing time." He leaned back on the bench with his arms stretched over the back and his legs crossed at the ankle. "Thought I would come to Queens. Never been here before. Seems as good a day as any to explore New York." He shrugged. He noticed her attention to the bell. "Do you sell?"
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Post by jester on May 7, 2009 2:29:59 GMT -5
"ah.. so whered you come from?" he asked curious. She looked around and nodded. "queens pretty nice. Im usually in the bronx. Though Im not sure why.... she thought for a moment before shrugging 'ah well..'. She did used to spend a lot of time there for a particular reason, but that reason seemed to have disappeared, or at least she hasnt seen flick in ages and he hasnt contacted her so she figured hes probably gone doing things he needs to do. Hopefully hes getting where he wants.
"mmm... well sort of.' she cast her eyes down to the ground. "I do, but Im not very good at it. I think I lose more money then i do anything else.' she shrugged.
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Post by robert on May 7, 2009 8:07:54 GMT -5
"Manhattan." It sounded weird to him, referring to his home as Manhattan. He had never introduced it in such a way. Before leaving, he lived on Fifth Avenue and would be specific when asked where he was from. Now he lived in Harlem most the time. At least until he could get in contact with Evangeline. What a difference.
He chuckled. "Well, that's not good at all. I mean, what other reason is there to work if not to gain money...or notoriety?" In his former circle, not many people needed money. Their families were well enough off for them to live off their parents fortunes for a few generations, but they worked to become more prestigious. At least with the guys, he didn't know how the women worked.
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Post by jester on May 18, 2009 18:54:20 GMT -5
"ah..'She said. "manhattens nice."She gave him a smile. 'I started out there..'she nodded. 'but then i ... found my way here.. to queens. Im really good friends with Prince and avalanche, though hes in brooklyn..' she frowned some. "Havent seen him in ages, I should really go say hey some time."
She laughed lightly. "Yeah... well I mean... I doubt I would gain notoriety except for being the worst newsie ever. As for money... well you have to actually succeed for that. I mean.. I manage to get by... which is good. I plan on finding another job, something I might be better at, but... I .. am not so sure what that is..' she shrugged.
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Post by robert on May 19, 2009 22:44:53 GMT -5
Robert wasn't fully aware of what, and how could he put this delicately, poor women did for a living. A few thoughts popped into his mind, but he shook them away. His mother supported his father as did all the women in his society unless they were not married. Then they supported their fathers or lived well off their fortune. There was no need to work.
Robert sighed shrugging. "You could sew," he suggested only half joking. "Or maybe be a cook." Needless to say, Robert was a bit sexist.
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Post by frances on May 23, 2009 18:55:14 GMT -5
[New Day]
Frances sat on the bench next to the gates with a pile of newspapers almost as tall as she was, reading, not scanning, one of them. She was a very good seller. She was still young at eleven, but looked two years younger, allowing her to pull the cute card. Plus, she had a very vivid imagination and could make up five different possible stories for every headline without really stretching the truth. Besides that, she simply enjoyed reading and the paper had lots of stories that interested her. Reading the entire paper before selling it didn't take much from her day. She usually sold quickly, anyway.
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Post by reeves on May 23, 2009 23:30:19 GMT -5
Reeves sighed, trudging through Queens in the morning while he was only half awake, with twenty hat boxes, yeah, real great. He had deliveries to make. Deciding after a couple boxes got jostled and loose and looked ready to fall, to take a pit stop, he turned through the New York Journal gates, in search of a bench. He figured most of the newsies would be out already, so they wouldn't get mad at him for taking their space, since he wasn't a newsie.
He set down the boxes with a small relieved smile and sat down, rubbing his forehead and thinking he should have had a better breakfast that morning, that and a cup of coffee. He looked groggily over and saw a small girl sitting on the bench, very intent in reading a newspaper. Her hair was in curls, with a pink ribbon on the side, but what was cute about her was her newspaper hat. He grinned and cleared his throat, tugging on her paper hat gently.
"What? They couldn't find you a real hat so they thought a paper one would make do?" He was only kidding with the kid, he watched her, his dark blue eyes twinkling, and a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
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Post by frances on May 24, 2009 4:48:00 GMT -5
Frances looked up from her paper, wondering what the boy was talking about before realizing he meant her hat. He was taller than her, but many were. He looked older, too. She gave her paper hat a tug and wrinkled her nose at him. "My hat sets me apart from those around me. I choose to stand out." Her French accent was apparent when she spoke, as she had only been in America a few short years. "Kind of like..." she paused, turning her eyes upward in thought. "Kind of like Athanase. Do you know him," she asked, doubtfully.
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Post by reeves on May 24, 2009 11:39:43 GMT -5
"My hat sets me apart from those around me. I choose to stand out."
Reeves raised his eyebrows, smirking in surprise at her sophisticated tone. What was she, a hoity toity or a newsie? He just smirked and then listened to her pose her question with an eyebrow furrowed in confusion.
"Athanese? Athanese...Athanese....Athanese...." Reeves trailed, obviously he didn't know, and from the look on the girl's face, she didn't expect him to know. Well now he felt stupider than usual, a what, six year old girl knew who some Athanese guy was and he didn't.
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Post by frances on May 24, 2009 15:25:45 GMT -5
It didn't surprise her. She really hadn't expected him to know who he was. "He's a character of folklore," she explained. "He was said to be incredibly handsome, but with a good heart. What was seen as a blessing from others turned out to be a curse because all were too intimidated by him, assuming his good looks made for a bad soul. He went to an old witch who tricked him out of jealousy by telling him to wash his face with mud from the spring to give him looks that were ordinary, but instead left him hideously disfigured." She sighed, shaking her head. "Tragic, really. He stood out more than before."
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