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Post by reeves on May 24, 2009 17:53:50 GMT -5
He nodded, smirking again. No wonder he had no idea who this guy was, Reeves only went as far to read articles in the newspaper and signs and that was about it. He didn't read any books. His older brother Darry read all the time, he wondered if he knew who Athanese was, he'd have to ask him later.
He grinned slightly at the little girl, she had class that was for sure, she was still living in fanciful way emotionally, even if she wasn't physically.
"You're a smart girl, miss, that's all I can say. The name's Reeves, you got a name?" He did a check on his hat boxes, making sure he hadn't dropped or lost any, and then settled back, tugging on a loose button on his emerald colored vest, tipping his gray newsies hat to her.
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Post by frances on May 24, 2009 18:14:31 GMT -5
"I read a lot and I listen," she said, an explanation for her knowing so much at such a young age. "I'm Frances." She tipped her hat in the same fashion she had seen Reeves' and many others before him do. She smiled before straightening her newspaper back out in front of her, reading again.
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Post by reeves on May 24, 2009 18:47:08 GMT -5
"I'm Frances."
Reeves nodded, "Well, Frances. That's a nice name. And its good you can read and listen good, you learn a lot of things that way, just make sure you ain't learnin' the wrong things." He smirked cheerfully, pushing his gray hat higher on his head and grinning when she tipped her newspaper hat back to him, tugging on one of her curls gently.
"You're a pretty little thing, your curls boing the way my Catherine's do."
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Post by frances on May 24, 2009 20:46:44 GMT -5
Frances brushed her hair behind her back almost immediately after he tugged it, something of a scowl appearing on her face. She had a complex about being touched, by anybody. She was never abused or anything, but her family weren't the hugging, kissing, touching type. It just wasn't the way things were done in her home.
Catherine. She didn't know who that was. She doubted it was someone from a story or anything like Athanese and couldn't say she cared very much, still she grinned, folding up her newspaper and setting it on the stack with the rest. She separated them in both arms and stood. Well, I have to get going, Reeves was it?" Before he answered she smiled once more and walked away.
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Post by waltz on Jun 14, 2009 13:13:23 GMT -5
--New Day--
Lazily, Waltz slumped down on the bench, her hardly touched pile of newspapers at her side. It was much too early for thought. What she would give for couple more hours of sleep. Rubbing her eyes, she reached for a pape, scanning for a good headline and sighed. She had work to do.
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Post by trex on Jun 14, 2009 13:28:49 GMT -5
Rex moved down the sidewalk, yawning and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. What couldn't he give for a cup of coffee or some nice cold chocolate milk to wake him up, but his situation had been tight lately and he didn't have the money to spare on delightful things. He just had to concentrate on paying off his rent and working hard at the stables.
Rex shook away his tiredness as best he could, putting a smile on his face. At least one good thing was the sun was shining. Seeing a girl sitting on a bench by the New York Journal Building with quite a heavy stack of papes on her, he sighed and stuck his hand in his pocket, feeling the meager coins he had brought with him for a tiny lunch.
The girl looked as tired as he, and he knew they carried the same plans for the day, working until the sun fell to provide for the small loaf of bread they could afford and shelter for the night. Taking a small coin in his hand, he walked over and smiled.
"I'd like to buy a pape please, miss?" He asked, holding two pennies out for her. He very well knew the price of the paper, he just wanted to give her two. The paper would serve him well when his shift came to a dry spot, he could read the exciting articles...if there were any and he liked looking at the pictures.
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Post by waltz on Jun 14, 2009 13:46:31 GMT -5
She stared blankly at the same line on the page over and over again. Perhaps she could get some lunch later. She was in the mood for a sandwich. Yeah, a turkey sandwich. With cheese and tomatoes and all that other good stuff. Today, that was going to be her motivation. A delicious turkey sandwich.
"I'd like to buy a pape please, miss?"
Waltz jumped, startled at the sudden sound of a voice. It was a man, a man who wanted to buy a paper. "Oh, I'm sorry. Here ya go, sir!"
When she gave it to him, she saw that he was handing her two pennies, double the actual price. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. Rarely did she ever get any extra tips. Her mind urged at her to accept it. One step closer to a good lunch.
Then, Waltz stopped to analyze the man. He didn't look rich or anything much better off than herself. Surely he didn't have much money to spare. Her conscience kicked in and she immediately dropped her greedy hands.
"I can't," she muttered to herself and turned away, only taking one of the coins. "But thanks anyway!" She added to the stranger, a fake smile on her face. Man, did she hate being so good.
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Post by trex on Jun 15, 2009 9:22:44 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry. Here ya go, sir!"
Rex took the paper, laughing. It wasn't often he was called "sir" or anything of the sorts. He skimmed the front page seeing an interesting headline "Westminster Cathedral School shuts down"
Rex grinned at the girl. "Thanks for the pape, and ya don't hafta call me sir unless you'd like to. As you can see I ain't exactly a sir." He pointed to the headline. "See that one? Gold if you exaggerate just perfectly." He knew a thing or two about selling, he had walked with Muse one day on his day off and watched her sell.
"I can't," Rex heard her mutter. "But thanks anyway!"
Rex took the coin back reluctantly, seeing the fake smile on her face. She obviously was at displeasure of not taking the second coin. He sighed sadly, she needed it maybe more than him, what was just one penny?
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Post by waltz on Jun 15, 2009 16:03:09 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry sir," Waltz quickly responded, before slapping her head with her palm. "Gee, I didn't mean to. I won't call you sir and you most certainly don't hafta call me miss. It's this habit I've got, see. The broads at the orphanage always threw a fit when we forgot to be polite." She trailed off, realizing she was starting to get all tongue tied. Memories of home flooded her mind and she automatically blinked them back. Those days were gone. Queens was her home now.
"Westminster Cathedral School shuts down," she repeated to herself. "Westminster Cathedral School bursts into flames... Westminster Cathedral School set on fire by Satan-worshippers!" She exclaimed, feeling rather proud of her new headline.
Waltz grinned at him. "Thanks for pointin' that out. You've got a real good eye." Then, she looked him over again. He didn't seem that much older than herself and it seemed like he had some experience peddling the papes.
"Sounds like you hang around newsies a lot. Got a name?" She asked, before sticking her hand out. "I'm Waltz."
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Post by trex on Jun 15, 2009 16:19:27 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry sir Gee, I didn't mean to. I won't call you sir and you most certainly don't hafta call me miss. It's this habit I've got, see. The broads at the orphanage always threw a fit when we forgot to be polite."
Rex grinned at her as she slapped herself in the forehead and laughed, this girl was quite something. He couldn't stop grinning at her free way of talking until she mentioned her orphanage days. How sad, growing up in a place like that, not like Rex could say his old home was tip top shape, he still felt sorry for the girl.
"Westminster Cathedral School shuts down Westminster Cathedral School bursts into flames... Westminster Cathedral School set on fire by Satan-worshippers!"
Rex laughed and nodded enthusiastically and clapped at her skills before saying, "Now that headline is first class."
"Thanks for pointin' that out. You've got a real good eye."
He grinned at her widely before joking, "I never knew my eye was ever more than ordinary." He laughed and sat down on the bench next to her, his shift didn't start for awhile and he was close to it so he had time. Rex always got up early, he had too much energy not too.
"Sounds like you hang around newsies a lot. Got a name? "I'm Waltz."
Rex nodded with a wide grin, he just couldn't stop grinning, but that wasn't so unusual for him, he usually had a grin on his face. "Well as of today apparently I'm Sir Alexander Sanders, but...You may call me Rex." He bowed jokingly, his blue eyes dancing.
"And I do spend a fair amount of time with the sorts, my sister's a newsie. It's nice to meet you Waltz!" He stuck out a dirt stained hand for her to shake, his grin never failing.
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Post by waltz on Jun 15, 2009 16:31:57 GMT -5
"Rex," Waltz repeated to herself. It was a simple name, easy to remember. A lot like hers. She shook his hand, noting the strengthness of his grip and how different it was from her own. Soft and weak.
So she was right. He did have some newsie friends. Mentally, she commended at herself for making a correct assumption. Turns out her days of people-watching had paid off after all.
"I don't gots any family. Not that I know of anyway. I would like a sister, though. An older one. But your sister, what's do they call her?" Waltz said, thinking she might have met her before. She doubted it, having only been a newsie for about a month.
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Post by trex on Jun 15, 2009 16:39:33 GMT -5
"Rex,"
Rex nodded and grinned before repeating, "Waltz." He wondered if she liked to dance, he wasn't much for dancing, he could do front flips though. It was a nice name, it fit her in a way. Most people's names fit them though, unless they didn't like their names. Rex remembered the way his Father used to say his real name, Alexander, in such a tone, Rex still flinched at the mention of his name at times.
"I don't gots any family. Not that I know of anyway. I would like a sister, though. An older one. But your sister, what's do they call her?"
"She stays in Brooklyn, her name's Muse," he frowned at the mention of his sister, he hadn't seen her lately at all, she hadn't come around to see him in a few days. He had went to the Lodging house in Brooklyn and nobody had seen her. "She's...er been missing recently though. I was an only child in fact, she's not really my sister, not physically any way. She needed a brother and I needed a sister, so we adopted each other you could say."
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Post by waltz on Jun 18, 2009 15:43:13 GMT -5
Waltz's smile quickly faded, her eyes widening with concern. "Her, too? I heard about all those kids gone missing. That's horrible!" She exclaimed. All of those problems and mysterious disappearances had seemed so far away just yesterday. Meeting Rex and hearing about his adopted sort of sister, she realized that danger was closer than ever before.
Slumping down on the bench, she propped up her head on her hand thoughtfully. After a while, she said, "It's scary, ain't it? Having someone you know kidnapped, not knowing who will be next." Then, Waltz let out a tired sigh, thinking.
Not knowing if you'll be next.
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Post by frances on Sept 13, 2009 19:22:41 GMT -5
*New Day*
Frances sat on the bench, swinging her legs lazily over the edge. Her paper hat that usually covered her curl sat in her lap. She picked at the top as a sad sigh escaped her lips. She knew her mother would be worried looking for her, but she couldn't go home. Everything she ever thought important now felt insignificant, as did she.
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