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Post by Tate Potter on Aug 1, 2008 16:31:16 GMT -5
She grinned brightly at him, Tate wasn't actually used to flirting so she actually took it for face value instead of blushing prettily. She blushed a lot anyway because she embarrassed herself more often than not. "I think so, like brownies right?" she tilted her head and then laughed, he was very sweet she liked talking to him. Something about it made it seem like-- she could talk to him.
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Post by mush on Aug 1, 2008 17:15:08 GMT -5
Mush laughed out loud. "Yeah, like chocolate," he said nodding. "Bet you use a lotta chocolate too huh?" he said finishing off the first bun and setting the other aside for later.
Mush relaxed and smiled at her. She was sweet. "So, you don't live far from the lodging house huh?" he said. "Wondered how I've missed seein' you all this time. Guy's gotta be blind to miss a girl like you... or dumb," he said laughing a little.
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Post by Tate Potter on Aug 1, 2008 17:19:17 GMT -5
She laughed again, "That's funny-- I get ignored all the time. Or they just don't like me, or I'm not their type or I'm scary.." she shook her head and chuckled just a little. Or her Aunt chased them off or her Daddy. She looked up at him and grinned even brighter when he relaxed. "And I love, love, chocolate..."
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Post by mush on Aug 2, 2008 2:36:22 GMT -5
Mush laughed. "Oh you think so huh? I bet there isn't a person alive who don't like you. If you ain't someone's type, I dunno what their type is. the only way you could scare anyone is that you make 'em too nervous to talk to you," he countered each of her lines with ease. He found her rather charming acctually.
"Well I should hope you like chocolate," he said with a bright smile. "Sweet as sugar, and makes anything good... sorta like you I bet," he said with a small smile.
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Post by Tate Potter on Aug 2, 2008 2:42:41 GMT -5
She nodded and chuckled at each of his answers, countering them as if they were nothing. She was finding him incredibly charming actually. This was fun, she hadn't had a conversation that she didn't feel like she was screwing up in awhile. "How can I make people nervous? Maybe it's my glare..." she tried to glare--- really tried but it just looked to funny on her face and she couldn't hold the seriousness of it before she broke down into laughter.
And then she grinned at him when he called her sweet, she hadn't heard those kinds of lines before but she was grinning all the while. "You are a charmer, Mush-- maybe that's why they call you Mush huh? You make girls all mushy?"
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Post by mush on Aug 4, 2008 9:32:46 GMT -5
Mush couldn't keep a straight face at her glare. "Uh... naw, I dun think that's it. I think they'd take one look at you and go, 'she's too pretty, sure she's already got a million guys chasin' after her' and head the other direction." In fact, he was fairly certain that was the truth.
Mush chuckled a little at her guess at his nick name. "Sorta," he said with a smile. Truth be told, he seemed to get all mushy over girls. Before Alanna he'd had a lot of girl friends, and got all mushy over all of them.
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Post by Tate Potter on Aug 5, 2008 20:43:42 GMT -5
She wrapped her arms around her knees and just beamed at him, "So, how did you get your nickname? I'll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours.." she grinned brightly, she liked to make new friends and it seemed to her Mush was fast becoming something like that.
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Post by mush on Aug 8, 2008 9:12:06 GMT -5
Mush chuckled a little. "Well... whenever I have a girl with me... and we're considered... iunno, 'together' for lack of a better term... i get kinda... mushy over 'em. Given, they usually get kinda mushy over me too, so it's a mutual thing but, well that's pretty much it." Mush wasn't fond of telling the reasoning behind his nick name. Not sure why, he just didn't.
"Okay, okay, so I told you my story your turn. where'd you get your nick name from hmm?" he asked folding his arms, awaiting her reply.
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Post by moonlight on Aug 24, 2008 13:38:29 GMT -5
((New Day))
After having a talk with Mush and Snitch, Pockets was walking aimlessly around Manhattan having nothing to do. She felt bad since she hasn't seen Milo in a while, and he is like her little brother, and she practically loved him like one as well. Pockets thought about how crazy and energetic Milo is, reminding her of herself at that young age. She smiled, remembering that day in the washroom with Milo and Snitch.
Standing at the edge of the pond, she looked into the water and bent down. Pockets picked up a smooth, hard, cold gray rock in her hands and rubbed it with her thumb. Throwing it into the pond she sighed. Taking a few steps back wards, she tripped over another rock and fell on the bottom.
"Dammit." She mumbled, getting up from the ground and sitting on a bench right next to the pond.
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Post by fox on Aug 30, 2008 11:03:38 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Fox had just finished her day shift at work and in an hour she will have to go back to McGinty's to do her night shift till around 12:00! But Fox was a lucky girl she didn't have to wake up at 4:30am(sorry if its the wrong time, i don't know the real time) every day and sell newspapers. Fox is a Barmaid at McGinty's and even though guy's and sometimes women get drunk there she loves her job, she has had that job only for a year or two.
Fox walked around Central Park aimlessly, and not knowing what to do. Since Fox had eaten and had nothing to do so she just took off her hat and sat down on the bench. Man it sure is hot out today, thought Foxy. If you saw Fox walking down the street you would probably guess that she wasn't a barmaid, and that she was a newsies, since she dresses like a newsie outside of her job.
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Post by lockpick on Aug 30, 2008 11:39:33 GMT -5
His work was done for the day, so Lock started to wander. He ended up in Manhattan, and figured that he'd check out central park. His eyes scanned the area and he saw a girl on a bench. She seemed like a newsie, so he decided to walk over and talk to her; maybe about papes or the increasing price. He wasn't really sure, but it didn't hurt to meet new people.
"Hi, miss." He stood before her as she sat on the bench. "Do you mind if I sit... it's very hot out?" Today he was in his blue button down shirt and black pants, his dark gray hat rested in his right hand, leaving his red brown hair to blow in the very slight breeze. "I'm called Lock Pick, but... you can just call me Lock."
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Post by fox on Aug 30, 2008 12:24:20 GMT -5
"Hi, miss."Do you mind if I sit... it's very hot out?"
Fox stopped looking at the sky and looked at the boy, that looked around her age maybe sixteen or seventeen. Fox nodded her head when he asked if he could sit down on the bench with her. Fox was surprised when he called her miss, Foxy had never been called Miss except by the men at the pub.
"I'm called Lock Pick, but... you can just call me Lock."
"I'm called Fox... or Foxy if ya like." Fox gestured for him to sit down next to her with her hand. "So are you a newsie ....?" asked Fox, looking into his eyes then smiled.
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Post by lockpick on Aug 30, 2008 21:51:35 GMT -5
Lock was happy to see she was nice. It didn't occur to him until now that he could have been in some trouble if he just walked up to someone who was mean. "Well, hello Fox." As he spoke, Lock sat beside her, adjusting himself so he was slightly turned in her direction.
"Yeah, I'm a newsie. How bout you?" He inquired. "It's getting to be tough." He added, already assuming she was; he couldn't think of any other profession a girl would have where she dressed like that.
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Post by fox on Aug 30, 2008 23:55:52 GMT -5
"Well, hello Fox."
Fox smirked as he moved a little bit in his seat, to Fox a lot of things are funny so when he moved around she smirked and tried not to giggle at him.
"Yeah, I'm a newsie. How bout you? It's getting to be tough."
"I'm a barmaid in Brooklyn, down over by McGinty's, Fox nodded her head as he said that selling was getting to be tough. even though she didn't know anything about selling a newspaper or even being a newsie, she still knew that it takes a lot to be a newsie, sleeping on the streets, and not being able to eat for maybe a couple of days.
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Post by lockpick on Aug 31, 2008 0:23:56 GMT -5
Lock could sense something in her face, and thought that she might be trying not to laugh. Just something about that smirk. "Barmaid?" he asked a bit shocked. He wouldn't have guessed that a barmaid would dress like this... even off of work. "Ah, Brooklyn. What brought you to Manhattan... though I shouldn't be the one to speak since I'm here and I'm from Queens." An interest struck in Lock's mind; this girl was different. He still didn't really know her, but figured they could have a great friendship.
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