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Post by robert on Apr 9, 2009 23:52:54 GMT -5
"You do the same Evangeline. You needn't worry about me. I'll be fine." Looking back out toward the door Robert saw that the rain was letting up.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Apr 9, 2009 23:55:03 GMT -5
She moved his suit from her shoulders and handed it back, reaching over and giving his hand a squeeze. "Be safe.." with a nod she turned her head towards the rain and stepped out into the slight drizzle. "Remember-- I'm in the Bronx.." with a final smile his way she headed off down the street at a jog
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Post by alice on Jul 4, 2009 12:48:15 GMT -5
~~New Day~~
"I am going to murder the both of you!" Alice cried angrily, peering into the dark interior of the building her brothers had run into. She was bitter about having to watch Teddy and Kermit (didn't they have people for that?) and having to take time away from more important activities (there was a party at the St. Amator's on the weekend and Alice needed to go to Lord & Taylor for a new dress) while the elder two of her brothers romped around Manhattan with her in tow like some kind of nursemaid. She had seen trouble coming when Teddy, fourteen years old, grabbed his brother's arm and whispered conspiratorilly in his ear. Kermit, age twelve, grinned and nodded. Before she could say anything, the boys took three more steps, and then simultaneously broke into a run, laughing as they looked back at their older sister's shocked expression.
Alice wouldn't have bothered to care if she didn't know it would be on her head if they got in trouble. If either Edith or her father got angry enough, Alice knew they could prohibit her from going to Charlotte's party, as well as the celebration that Henry James Trisson was throwing for his nineteenth birthday. And when Alice was in trouble, the entire household, from her stepmother to her half-siblings to the staff, were working against her. Crafty escape was impossible.
"Archie! Kermit!" she yelled. "You stop this nonsense if you know what's good for you!" She knew they heard her, but were ignoring her. Alice scowled, lifted her skirts to the ankle, and hurried after them. She pasted on a slightly amused grin and giggled whenever she passed someone, to make them think it was all in sport and she was just a kindly older sister playing chase with her little brothers. Alice, meanwhile, was contemplating which one she should strangle first.
She saw the boys round a corner and duck into an open doorway. For the first time, Alice feared for them. Who knew what was inside there? She stopped in the doorframe and called a threat inside. When there was no answer, she became instantly concerned. "Teddy! You're not being funny anymore! The game is over, now come out so we can all go home!" Nothing. "I'm going to tell Father everything and you'll have to stay home the next time we go to the country!" Still no answer. "Fine! You both bested me. You win, all right? Very funny. Now get out here!" Silence. "Teddy! Kermit!" Alice's anger vanished. Fear took its place. "Teddy! Kermit! Come out here! Come out here, damn you!" Alice could feel fear giving way to panic. She struggled to control it. She peered into the dark. Nothing was moving. She couldn't see further than the dim light from the doorframe allowed. Her brothers could be anywhere. Where were they? Why didn't they come?
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 5, 2009 18:05:47 GMT -5
Jim sighed heavily as he made his way down the concrete steps of a small apartment complex, a large crate in his arms and unpleasant scowl on his face. He had barely made rent again the previous month and after withstanding another tongue lashing from his lazy ass landlord he decided he needed to find more work. There were some notes pinned up near the docks about someone needing help moving and that they were willing to pay for labor, and well, that's where Jim currently found himself; tripping down the last step outside a strange building with a box full of junk that wasn't his. Thankfully he was able to regain his balance, but not without a few resounding curses.
Passing by a dilapidated old building Jim smirked at what stood just outside. A girl, dressed ridiculously well and who seemed to be wavering between leaning forward and wanting to go in, and suddenly stopping in fear. He let out a loud snort as he passed, unable to contain himself. The rich, they always seemed to struggle on the streets. As far as Jim was concerned, they belonged in their carriages, where they could safely look down on everyone around them without having to dirty their hem.
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Post by alice on Aug 5, 2009 21:32:54 GMT -5
A sound came from nearby, and Alice glanced over to see a man, perhaps a few years older than she, passing by with a large box in his hands. She knew he was occupied with something, but he could certainly pause for a moment to help her. If nothing else, he should be honored to be aiding the governor's daughter in her time of need. "You there, sir. I need your help. My brothers, Teddy and Kermit...they ran into this building, and they're not answering me at all. I think something might have happened to them. Please...could you look for them...?" The look on her face was an odd mixture of desperate pleading and her usual dignity.
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Post by Jim Turner on Aug 10, 2009 17:18:03 GMT -5
Jim stopped in his tracks when he heard the girl address him, a smug look of surprise on his face as he turned to face her. Lifting one foot up on the curb he rested the box on his leg, wiping his forehead with his sleeve and holding back a smirk. The way these people expected the world to fall at their feet in service never ceased to amuse him. Leaning forward a bit he rose his eyebrows, looking inside the doorway she was so reluctant to enter. "I don't know if I follow ya miss," he began with a slight shake of his head, playing the part of the dumb street rat she so obviously assumed him to be. "If you're so worried, why can't you go in there and get 'em?"
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