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Post by melody on Sept 9, 2008 19:07:43 GMT -5
His cheeks turned a light pink. "Thanks..for both of them." Melody was still talking in his small voice, and he smiled at her. Moving over on the bench he said quietly, "You can sit down if you want to." ((It's alright! I think they are great!  )) |
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Post by solitaire on Sept 9, 2008 19:13:17 GMT -5
"Thanks...for both of them."
She nodded. It didn't take any time at all, and in truth, the boy had a wonderful voice.
"You can sit down if you want too."
She sat down on the bench, carefully tucking her skirts underneath her. She held out her hand and said, "My name's Soliatire. What's your name?"
((thank you! yours are great, too.))
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Post by melody on Sept 9, 2008 19:29:27 GMT -5
Nodding his head, he held out his hand and said in his small voice, "Melody." He smiled to her, and studied the picture. It looked exactly like him, and it was wonderful. "Your a really good drawer. " He said quietly.
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Post by solitaire on Sept 9, 2008 19:45:36 GMT -5
'Melody."
Ah, so it matched his voice! She smiled brightly and watched him study her picture. She hoped he liked it.
"You're a really good drawer."
She laughed gently. She was never shy around children -- they were approachable, unintimidating, unlike men and women her age and older. "You're a really good singer," she replied, tucking another wayward piece of black hair behind her ear. "So I guess that makes us both good in our respective talents."
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Post by melody on Sept 9, 2008 19:53:38 GMT -5
He nodded his head in agreement with her. Smiling shyly at her, he put the picture next to him, so it wouldn't get wrecked. When he gets back to the LH, he's going to hang it up on the wall next to his bed.
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Post by solitaire on Sept 9, 2008 20:01:46 GMT -5
((what do we do now??))
Solitaire looked over the park, watching families walk along the paths and listening to newsies scream their headlines. Big city life was much better than her dreary, boring town back in Ohio, but sometimes she felt homesick. Or, more specifically, family-sick. She missed her younger brothers and her parents.
She glanced at Melody and realized that he seemed about the same age of her twelve-year-old brother, Adam, give or take a few years. She got up and walked over to her blanket, taking her pack of cards and drawings with her when she got back on the bench. Placing the folded blanket next to her, she took out an undamaged sketch of Adam and showed it to Melody.
"You remind me of him," she said. "His name is Adam, and he's my little brother."
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Post by melody on Sept 9, 2008 20:11:10 GMT -5
Melody looked at the boy Adam, and he actually did look like him. "I do? How?" Melody was suprised, no one really ever got him to talk, and now he was talking a lot..or at least a lot more than he usually does.
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Post by solitaire on Sept 24, 2008 19:31:05 GMT -5
"I do? How?"
"Well," she said, "you both seem to have the same personalities. You're both shy and quiet. And you're both blond." She thought for a moment. "You both like to sing, although Adam doesn't sing very well...He has difficulty singing the easiest of lullabies."
She grinned ruefully at the thought of her younger brother belting out 'Beautiful Dreamer' as he did his chores around the house.
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Post by melody on Sept 24, 2008 19:34:36 GMT -5
Melody smiled. Putting his mouth in the shape of an 'O' he glanced up at her and studied her face.
((Sorry, major writer's block!))
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Post by solitaire on Sept 24, 2008 19:41:16 GMT -5
((it's okay!))
She was happy he liked the picture. Her family never really appreciated her art -- that's why she escaped. She glanced at him and found him staring. She grinned at him sweetly.
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Post by melody on Sept 24, 2008 19:47:36 GMT -5
Blushing, he looked down. He hadn't ment to stare, he just never really got to look at what she really looked like. He smiled a bit back at her.
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Post by solitaire on Sept 24, 2008 19:51:40 GMT -5
((what do we do now??))
She didn't mind him staring, because honestly she did it to everyone else to paint them. She caught his smile and winked. Kids were harmless -- adults was what she was nervous about.
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Post by melody on Sept 24, 2008 20:04:05 GMT -5
((lol. i dont know. we can talk about something? )) When she winked at him, his face flushed, but he just kept on smiling. He had been looking for his sister, but found her instead. |
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Post by solitaire on Sept 25, 2008 17:20:05 GMT -5
She saw him blush and she giggled. "I already told you about my family," she said, "so what about yours? Do you have any relatives?"
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Post by melody on Sept 25, 2008 17:24:38 GMT -5
Melody nodded his head. "I have an older sister. She's 15 and her name is Magenta. She's a Queens newsie like me." Picturing his sister in his head, he continued. "Wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, full magenta colored lips, thin, about 5'7". " Turning his head to Solitaire, he smirked.
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))