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Post by graciescott on Mar 23, 2009 18:46:08 GMT -5
*New Day*
Little Gracie Scott took her time as she walked through Queens, just glad to be out of the big Noble Mansion. It was nice to be away from the cleaning, and nasty Thera and her Mother who never pleased to keep their spiteful remarks and predjudice to themselves.
She had been sent on an errand, a nice treat for Gracie. She never really actually was sent on errands, that was more the older hired help, like Essie, who waited on Lady Noble on hand and foot. Gracie was a maid, she just cleaned, well and did whatever else she was told.
She had been wandering for a while, just enjoying the fresh air. She realized what time it was, and got a little nervous. She knew what would happen to her if she was late. No supper or a nice blow to the head. Her eyes grew wide with panic and she hurried around the corner, knocking right into an unexpecting stranger.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 23, 2009 20:42:48 GMT -5
Danny barely noticed he'd run into someone, but his weight sent the small girl nearly to the ground. He took a step forward, keeping his hands in his pockets so as not to intimidate the child. "You alright?" Kids weren't really his thing, but as a human being he felt at least some compassion for his younger counterparts. He glanced around the empty streets, hoping some adult had misplaced their daughter, but saw no one. It wasn't surprising to him, but he never liked the idea of little girls roaming New York at night.
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Post by graciescott on Mar 23, 2009 20:51:15 GMT -5
"You alright?"
Gracie's eyes were still wide and she quickly scrambled to her feet, pushing her maid's cap back on her head, her black curls tumbling about her cheeks from underneath the cap, nodding her head vigorously, picking up all the packages she had been asked to pick up from the grocer.
She was so used to being lower than everybody else, that she didn't even know what class he was, she treated him like she would the Nobles and anybody higher than her.
"I'm sorry mister, I really am. A' accident, mister, oh if Lady Noble was here, I didn't mean to...it wasn't impertinence! I arst yer pardon!" She exclaimed, rambling her apology a mile a minute as she struggled to carry all the packages in her arms.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 23, 2009 21:04:44 GMT -5
Danny took the slightest step back, though it was a mere unconscious reaction to the girl's loud and fast manner of speaking. "Woah, calm down lass," Danny grabbed two of the packages falling from her arms and stacked them sturdily together before handing them back. He sighed, sticking his hands back in his pockets as his eyes continued to scan the dark streets. "You ought to get home. It's late." He wasn't one to involve himself in other's affairs, it was a mere suggestion.
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Post by graciescott on Mar 23, 2009 21:12:14 GMT -5
"Woah, calm down lass," She held the two packaged under her chin, before they all just went tumbling to the ground. Gracie had always been a clutz.
She sighed and bent down to pick them up, tiredly. She knew she was probably a bother to this man, as well as she was a bother to the Nobles and probably every body else. She sighed very sadly, a small sob catching in her throat at the word "home". Yes she had a home, but it wasn't really her home. It was somebody else's home that she had to clean every day, though even though she did all the work in the house, she still didn't belong in the house, the house didn't repay her for her work.
A small tear trickled down her cheek, "Yes, I-I guess I s-should," She agreed, sadly, still trying to choke back her sobbing.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 24, 2009 13:25:43 GMT -5
Danny rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not sure how to respond to such an outburst of emotion. He wasn't heartless, but he'd grown up in less than ideal circumstances and, like most of Brooklyn, expected street kids to toughen up and deal if they wanted to survive. Coddling wasn't something they'd get in life, and he'd been raised around the concept of handouts doing more harm than good. If you teach a man to fish...
Danny sighed slightly and bent down, helping her pick up some boxes. Either the girl didn't want to go home, or she didn't have one. "Listen, if you don' have a place ta go, there's a lodgin' house a few blocks from heah," He pointed in the general direction. "Real cheap, warm beds.." He finished handing her the boxes and observed her a moment before turning and continuing on his way, finishing over his shoulder, "The guy's name's Prince, I'm sure he'd be happy to have ya."
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Post by graciescott on Mar 24, 2009 15:44:52 GMT -5
"Listen, if you don' have a place ta go, there's a lodgin' house a few blocks from heah,"
"Real cheap, warm beds.."
"The guy's name's Prince, I'm sure he'd be happy to have ya."
She sighed, watching the man turn to go, a little dejected. She didn't mean to cry, she was tired, and overwhelmed.
"Well thank you. I have a home though, I'm a maid for a family in Manhattan, I ran an errand for them," She sighed. "But thank you for the help mister," She watched him on his way, wondering what it would be like to be so independent.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 24, 2009 21:40:07 GMT -5
Danny nodded to himself, of course she was a house servant, that would explain the complete lack of street smarts. He spared one last glance back and offered an encouraging lop sided grin. "You take care kid."
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Post by abby on May 8, 2009 18:48:43 GMT -5
((New Day))
There had been rumors going around the mills lately, and Abby was always willing to listen. A million times over she'd heard the stories about children off of the streets just vanishing into dust. As if they'd never been there at all, truth be told it upset Abby to hear it. She'd been one of those street urchins once upon a time though now that was just a haunting memory of a time long past for her.
Looking over her shoulder she let out a breath, seeing no one behind her. She was twenty years old, had no family, no one that would worry if she were gone. Her boss could easily find someone else to replace her at the mill. Though he'd miss the only employee he had that couldn't complain. Her blue eyes shifted as she started walking, traveling her way down the long road before she came to a corner. She was supposed to have been back at the boarding house for unmarried women hours ago but she never managed to get anywhere on time unless it was to work.
Turning her head back forward she just continued to listen to the sounds around her. It was true what people said, when your mouth was moving your hears were not listening. She believed that, making sure her blond hair was pleated properly she stepped into the street.
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Post by scaper on May 10, 2009 9:22:23 GMT -5
He was back in uniform. The familiarity was nice. Clarence was slightly upset that he hadn't arrested anyone yet, it was one of his favorite things to do. But oh well, for now he was just patrolling busy Myrtle Avenue.
Today he had been posted to the selling corner. There was always some newsboy bound to be getting into trouble. However, it was not a newsboy that caught his eye today. It was a young blonde. He watched, from where he was taking a break only a few feet behind her, as she stepped into the street, and he watched as a carriage came around the intersection seemingly on two wheels.
With only a split second to react, and no time to grab his whistle, he ran to the girl, grabbed her by her dress and pulled her back, roughly, onto the sidewalk.
(sorry if it's slightly mary sue and awkwardly worded)
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Post by abby on May 14, 2009 10:24:39 GMT -5
Abby hadn't seen the cart but she heard the whistle, gasping she was almost willing to see her life flash before her eyes. They'd even closed to just wait, die like her mother had under the trampling hooves of an angry horse.
She felt someone grab her dress, the sound of the whistle still persisting in her ringing ears and she spun around to see what or who had saved her from a plight of most certain death. A police officer? Sighing she gave him a grateful smile, she had no words for Abby never did but this was good enough she hoped.
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Post by scaper on May 14, 2009 18:46:51 GMT -5
When Clarence's heartbeat had slowed from the rush, he released the girls dress.
She had seemed stunned into place. She had closed her eyes, almost as if preparing. He hoped she hadn't been planning on jumping into the carriage's path.
Confusion crossed his face as she turned and smiled. He had been expecting her to yell in shock.
Cocking his head to the side, he asked, "You okay Miss?"
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Post by abby on May 17, 2009 14:13:08 GMT -5
Abby nodded when he asked if she was alright, dusting off her dress and letting out a sigh. She couldn't speak, sadly enough. Many thought she was just dumb and she was sure this man was no different. So-- just nod.
She also nodded to thank him, giving his arm a pat to let him know she was fine as she looked down at herself. Frowning she figured she would have some bruises but she was no more worse for wear. Blast it. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and waited for the police officer to dismiss her as stupid so she could be on her way.
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Post by scaper on May 17, 2009 18:33:30 GMT -5
The girl slightly confused Clarence. At first he thought she was deaf, but realized that she could understand him. Maybe she was just a mute.
He nodded as well, seeing that she was okay and told her to "Be careful next time," then he went back to his patrol.
What an odd girl, he thought, as he walked off.
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Post by abby on May 17, 2009 19:09:38 GMT -5
She shrugged raised her hand as a final thank you before she turned and began to walk back down the road. He looked confused when he'd turned but that was normal. She was actually used to it now.
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