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Post by Administrator on Aug 10, 2008 20:22:12 GMT -5
Need to talk to someone in private? No other tables are available? Welcome to the corner table!
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Post by lightning on Aug 26, 2008 19:23:07 GMT -5
"Oh! I'm so sorry Slip-Shoe!" He grabbed a towel out of his pocket that he didn't know had been there and gave it to her. "Press dat up against yoah nose and hold it der. Da bleedin' will stop, but yoah gunna get a good shinah'." He gave her a small smile.
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Post by lightning on Aug 26, 2008 20:13:36 GMT -5
Lightning ordered for the both of them. "We'll have two slices of pizza and two watahs please." He smiled as the waiter walked away, then turned to Slip-Shoe. "Oops?"
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Post by lightning on Aug 26, 2008 20:30:49 GMT -5
Lightning put his hand on top of hers to stop the drumming. "Stop. I ain't gunna eat dem myself, dat would be rude. So yoah gunna have one." He smiled at her. His hand was still on her's, and he drew it back quickly and blushed furiously.
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Post by lightning on Aug 26, 2008 21:38:57 GMT -5
Lightning smiled brightly at her, feeling her uncomfortbleness. "So..uh...Slip, do ya gotta boyfriend?" He asked her, but technically the ground.
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Post by bunky on Sept 13, 2008 4:52:12 GMT -5
(New Day)
PIper slammed the papers down on the table, pulled her hair back form her eyes and scanned the area. It was a cold Sunday Evening and she worked up a lot of money to get herself some decent food for once this month. The cold weather was brewing in, but Piper preferred it over the gross summer heat and humidity. She knew now that the cold wind and snow was going to lift up her spirits.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Sept 14, 2008 10:14:18 GMT -5
Sauntering into Tibby's, Racetrack slipped a hand into his trousers pocket to make sure his money was still there. In this town, when someone ran into you or passed too close when there was plenty of sidewalk to go around, you could guess that he was a pickpocket, and a bad one at that. But when he found his money still there, he relaxed. Now he could eat, and then head to the Sheepshead afterward. He looked around the restaurant, searching for a familiar face. He hated eating alone. He spotted Piper, a Manhattan newsie he knew by sight but hadn't really talked to all that much. They weren't unfriendly, so he decided, Why not? He called in greeting, "Hey, Piper..." and moved closer to where she was sitting. "This seat taken?"
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Post by bunky on Sept 14, 2008 13:32:18 GMT -5
Piper heard her voice and she looked over at Racetrack Higgins, a fellow Newsie in Manhattan and the one Newsie who taut her about odds and gambling. Other than that he hardly talked to her. Most Newsies would keep to themselves most of the time while on the job during the day.
"Not at all, come join me Racetrack." Piper replied to his question if the seat was taken. She shifted over a bit to give him some room to sit.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Sept 19, 2008 16:44:35 GMT -5
"Not at all, come join me Racetrack."
"Thanks," Race said, and took a seat. He liked the corner table, mostly because people didn't get in your way too often and you didn't have rubbernecks listening in to what you were saying, even it if wasn't important. "How was sellin'?" he asked conversationally. Although Race had a reputation for being a bit of a jerk, he could be a nice guy. You just had to catch him when he wasn't in one of his moods.
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Post by bunky on Sept 19, 2008 18:35:24 GMT -5
"Pretty slow on a day like this. I hardly got enough money to get me through today at all." Piper replied, and it was true. Most of the people didn't want any papers, well at least not from her. She scraped the rest of her earnings and barely had enough to have a decent meals at Tibby's. She shrugged it off and pushed her hair behind her ears to see better.
"How about you, Race. Was the sellin' good on your terf?" She asked casually to her fellow Newsie.
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Post by Thera Noble on May 27, 2009 19:03:37 GMT -5
((New Day))
"Honestly, I can't see why Karl couldn't have taken us here in the coach. The streets are absolutely filthy. I'll have to have these shoes burned when we get home" Thera complained to her brother, who was holding the door open for her as she stood just outside of the restaurant, looking at it as if it were filled with some kind of deadly (and, not to mention extremely foul-smelling) toxin.
Bertrand smiled amusedly at his little sister's chatter. He had long since learned that it was sometimes just better to block her out. Especially when she was in a situation that made her uncomfortable. Trying to talk to her when she was like that was like trying to talk to a wall. Granted, a very obnoxious wall, but a wall nonetheless. He continued to hold the door open wordlessly until she finally stepped inside, scanning the room with an expression of intense disgust and indignation on her otherwise fair and potentially innocent young face.
After a minute or so of appalled silence, Thera turned around to address her brother who had since let go of the door and made his way over to the counter. "So, are we going to meet one of your little.friends here or have you just dragged me along for your own sadistic pleasure?" she asked him her tone scathing.
"Come now, Thera, sadistic pleasure is your thing, not mine. You know that" he countered, smiling broadly as he casually scanned the menu which hung on the wall a few feet away from him. "Like I've told you at least ten times already, we're meeting with a friend of mine, eating lunch, and then we're going home. Just like I promised" He chuckled pleasantly and placed his arm over Thera's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll try to keep the mental trauma to a minimum for today. I'm assymilating you to spending time with normal people, not scarring you for life." he joked, amused by the insolant pout which had appeared on her face.
Thera just scoffed disbelieving and turned away. "Well, I can assure you I'm not eating anything prepared in this dump. I'd risk a bet that they have a veritable rat farm back there if not something worse" she bit back, attempting to shrug his arm off of her shoulders. "And I don't see what's wrong with the people I already know. At least they bathe more than once a year."
Bertrand had just opened his mouth to reply when the bell over the door rang and a familiar face stepped into the room.
((Just so everyone knows, Bertrand is society but he likes to spend time with people of the lower classes much more than he like spending time with the other rich kids. Anyone can reply to the thread as the person that they're meeting up with. Obviously you just have to pretend that your character already knows Bertrand well. Also, he goes by Bert when he's not talking to his family or his upper class acquaintances so your character should probably refer to him by that name unless you feel like being an exception to the rule.))
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Post by reeves on May 28, 2009 19:57:03 GMT -5
Reeves stepped into Tibby's, a wide lopsided grin on his face, his hat tipped to the side as usual. He had been at the racetracks the other day, catching a race when he had run into Bertrand of all people. Reeves remembered the rich boy's kindness. Bert really wasn't a bad guy, he treated Reeves like anybody else, and Reeves treated Bert just like he could treat anybody else. Bert had asked him to meet him at Tibby's after his delivery routes, and Reeves had agreed.
Reeves stopped short, his smile fading slightly as he noticed that Thera was sitting in the seat next to him, staring around at the place as if it was a place where the sewer rats congregate, not a fine business. Reeves then grinned and shook his head, remembering how she had absolutely detested him. He wouldn't kid her, just him being there would annoy her, but Bert invited him, so the princess couldn't say anything.
"Hey Bert," He greeted with a grin, taking a seat and giving Thera a small smile. "Well, I'm delighted to see you, your highness," He said to Thera, tipping his hat, his dark eyes twinkling, hoping she wasn't going to snap at him like she did last time. He wasn't joking, she practically was royalty, so Reeves thought he would give her the respective title.
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Post by Thera Noble on May 28, 2009 21:04:02 GMT -5
As soon as she saw Reeves, an expression of unbridled indignation formed on Thera's face. "Him!?" she hissed, whipping around to face her brother. "You invited him into somewhere in my general vicinity? I thought you were trying to get me to like these little...peons, not kill one of them."
Bertrand chuckled and waved at Reeves before answering "Come on, Ther, you can't hate him that much. Look at it this way, you've already met him, so you're closer to liking him than you are to liking almost anybody else I know" Thera glared at him in response and was about to retort when Reeves broke in with a greeting for both her and Bertrand.
Her eyes narrowed even further and she turned away from him with a huff. "Bertrand, tell that little rat that, while I understand his need to humble himself in the presence of...well, almost anyone, I don't appreciate his tone at all" She stated pointedly, deciding that she was considerable more disgusted with Reeves than she was angry with Bertrand.
Bertrand exchanged an amused look with Reeves before turning his attention back to Thera "Tell him yourself, Thera, he's right here." Thera remained unswayed. " Come on, Ther, just give him a shot." he continued, resting his hand on the back of her neck and giving her a small, encouraging smile. "Fine" she replied shortly, her eyes still narrowed in contempt "But I'm not going to be nice to him" she added contemptuously.
"That's alright, you never are" chuckled Bertrand, relief evident in his smile. "So, Reeves, thanks for coming. How've things been lately?...lately being the past couple days that is, I guess" he greeted, leaning back in his seat, his eyes darting over at Thera to make sure that she hadn't picked up a knife from the table or something of the like.
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Post by reeves on May 28, 2009 21:40:23 GMT -5
Reeves just grinned away at Thera, he didn't hate her, sure she was the snobbiest kid he had ever met, but she probably just took after her Mother. It was always amusing to watch the banter between Bert and Thera.
"So, Reeves, thanks for coming. How've things been lately?...lately being the past couple days that is, I guess"
"It's been okay, bit of a slump lately, they hired a new delivery boy at the Department store, my routes have been shorter. I'm just glad I still have my job though, things have been goin' alright though, what about you? You're parents ain't been too hard on ya, eh? Is the family business holding up?"
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Post by Thera Noble on May 28, 2009 23:12:33 GMT -5
Bertrand nodded understandingly, and opened his mouth to answer but was quickly cut off by a scoff from Thera. "That just goes to show how little you know" she sneered "Our father is a Politician. We don't have a family business. We have investments, old money, and father's generous salary." she snipped gloatingly "But I suppose we can't all be that lucky. But you're rigt to be glad. I'd have just skipped all of the formalities and fired you outright. I guess they just chose to wait awhile." she finished with a gloating smile as she leaned back slightly in her chair.
Bertrand let out a small sigh and rubbed his temples "Well... than you for your input, Thera. Um...I've been doing fine. My folks've been about the same that they always are. Dad's been kind of stressed and mother's been...Well, she's been herself so that's been. Well, frankly it's been unpleasent but that's normal." He chuckled slightly "It's too bad about your job. It's a good thing they kept you on and all though. Don't listen to Thera, i'm sure they wouldn't go to the trouble of letting you keep your job this long if they were going to fire you. She's just mad that I made her come out of her self righteous seclusion for this."
Thera glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest with a huff "I am not and even if I were you can't honestly tell him that them getting another employee doesn't mean he might get fired. that would be a lie. Even he knows that and he's just a filthy little moron"
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