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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2008 17:56:03 GMT -5
Behind the dirty lodging house is a great view of the East River, a few crates are scattered about for sitting...
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jul 28, 2008 20:08:57 GMT -5
Stepping out the door Danny glanced around, relieved to see he was alone. It wasn't that he hated people, but the lodging house was just too crowded for him and he longed for some solitude.
He sat down on an old crate, immediately pulling out a cigarette and lighting a match. Looking out at the river sighed contentedly, Brooklyn was already starting to feel like home.
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 28, 2008 22:20:51 GMT -5
Her red hair flailed out behind her as she ran, weaving through the streets with an ease of direction that suggested that she'd tread this course many times before. As Bottle Cap neared the Lodging House, her pace gradually slowed to a casual canter until she reached the doorway. As was her habit, she swung open the door and crossed right to the other side before stepping outside again.
Her breath was still a little ragged from the chase as she finally relaxed, leaning her back against the building and training her gray-blue eyes on the river. It was a moment before she even realized that she'd intruded on someone else's solitude. "Hey." She greeted evenly, eyeing the young man curiously. There were so many newsies coming and going lately that she was having a hard time keeping up.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jul 28, 2008 22:38:12 GMT -5
Danny kept his eyes on the water as the door swung open, he hadn't expected to be left alone for long. He took a drag on his cigarette, glancing over when he heard the newcomer's heavy breathing. He looked her up and down a moment and offered a slight head nod in greeting before returning his gaze to the river. "You alright?"
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 28, 2008 22:46:50 GMT -5
A permenant fixture to the Brooklyn Lodging House, Bottle Cap was unlike the other girls bunking with her. As opposed to hawking headlines in dirt-smudged skirts, she preferred to pick pockets in a pair of old slacks that she'd found in a trunk in the attic when she wasn't waitressing tables all the way over in Manhattan. At the moment, she was clad in her faded brown trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
"Yeah," she assured him with a small smile, her own eyes remaining on the water, "just a little out of breath. I just ran all the way from 'Hattan."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jul 28, 2008 23:06:53 GMT -5
Resting his elbows on his knees and leaning his head back against the building he blew out a puff of smoke, looking through it up at the sky. "An' why would you do somethin' like that?" His voice was deep and a bit raspy from lack of use, having not actually talked to anyone all day, but even more noticeable was the Scottish presence in his New York accent.
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 28, 2008 23:19:31 GMT -5
BC smiled a little, glancing at him for a moment when he spoke and the Irish lilt caught her ears. Though she'd never been to Ireland and was too far removed from her roots to have an inkling of an accent, she favoured the Irish when she met them. "Thought I needed the excercise." She smirked playfully, not about to openly admit she'd been spotted at her work.
"Are you new around here?"
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jul 28, 2008 23:37:51 GMT -5
"Thought I needed the excercise." She smirked playfully, not about to openly admit she'd been spotted at her work.
Danny grinned, taking another drag of his cigarette before nodding. "Fair enough." It wasn't unusual for street kids to keep to themselves, it was safer that way, it was smart. Trust was something you had to earn, and he respected that.
"Are you new around here?"
He shrugged, keeping his head against the cold brick but turning to face her. "Been here a few weeks." Truth was Danny didn't always stay at the lodging house, and he certainly didn't spend time here during the day. He'd seen the girl around a few times, but he tended to see more than be seen. "Name's Danny." He refrained from offering a handshake, instead turning his eyes back to the sky and puffing at his cigarette.
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 28, 2008 23:45:23 GMT -5
If there was one thing prominant about Bottle Cap Murphy, it was her severe lack of trust. Once a person earned that rarely-given gift, however, she was loyal to them unto death. It was the only way she knew how to survive out here, and she'd been surviving for quite some time now.
"I'm Bottle Cap." She returned easily, moving her eyes from him and back out at he horizon. She wasn't a smoker, but the scent of his cigarette was somewhat alluring. "I go by a lot of things though. Mostly BC or Maeby." She wasn't too particular on what people called her, but she still didn't promise to answer unless she saw fit to do so.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jul 29, 2008 20:23:19 GMT -5
Danny just nodded, keeping his eyes on the stars. He wasn't a talkative person by any means, and often preferred companionable silence to empty chatter. "Well," He took a drag of his smoke, glancing around, "Pull up a crate, Maeby."
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 29, 2008 20:55:38 GMT -5
If Danny was in search of companionable silence, he'd come to the right place. The last thing you would find Maeby doing was chattering on about herself or, to be fair, anything. She was observant and self-restrained for the most part, rarely opening up unless she found someone to gain her trust. How seldem that happened, though.
"Don't mind if I do." She returned quietly, doing just as he suggested and sitting on a crate with her back against the building and drew her knees to her chest with a sigh. Maeby was a serious second-hand smoker, which was kind of a joke because she'd never smoked in her life. She just loved the smell of it.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jul 31, 2008 23:29:01 GMT -5
Taking another long drag of his cigarette he watched her get situated, noticing not only where she chose to sat but how she did so, curled up fairly tight. She seemed a bit tense to him, so glancing down at his shirt he reached a hand in his front pocket, pulling out another cigarette and offering it out to her.
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 31, 2008 23:55:43 GMT -5
In truth, Maeby had suffered a couple stressful days and it was affecting her health in some subtle ways. She wasn't one to start fights, but she sure as hell would finish them and her Irish tongue was quick to take over whenever someone offended her. She was grateful to have the company of someone who knew how to relax.
"Nah, no thanks." She smiled lightly at his offer, "I don't. I like that you do, though." She insisted calmly, then reiterated to make it more clear as to what she meant by that. "I mean, the smell of it calms my nerves."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Aug 1, 2008 23:27:10 GMT -5
"Nah, no thanks." She smiled lightly at his offer, "I don't. I like that you do, though."
He turned his head at her words, his eyes squinting slightly in both confusion and amusement. It wasn't something he'd ever heard before, in fact, most people that didn't smoke felt exactly the opposite.
"I mean, the smell of it calms my nerves."
He raised his chin, giving a small nod in understanding. "Well I suppose you live in the right place then." The Brooklyn lodging house was always saturated with the smell of cigarettes, most of the others having rules about smoking indoors.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 2, 2008 12:55:14 GMT -5
It was so refreshing to sit in peace with a stranger and not have them verbally attack her that Maeby might have hugged him if she thought it wouldn't be weird. She was by no means an awful person, but she was hardened and couldn't allow people the liberty of walking on her as they seemed to be trying to do lately. Not even Spot would earn that leisure, and if that got her tossed out of the Lodging House, it was a move she was willing to make.
At his statement, she smiled slightly and gave a subtle shrug of acknowledgement. He was right, yes, but she didn't know how much longer she'd be there. "I was thinkin' bout movin' in with my brother, actually. You might know him; Zero Murphy?" She waited for him to either show recognition or shake his head.
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