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Post by waltz on Jun 14, 2009 18:12:22 GMT -5
-- New Day --
The tracks were not Waltz’s favorite place to be, that’s for sure. They were always too crowded and awfully loud. Plus, it was a fantastically easy way to lose all of your money in just one try. That’s why she never placed bets. The few times she went, she simply came to watch- not the horses, the people. It is amazing how much you can learn about someone just by observing them, learning their habits, hearing them talk.
A girl like Waltz was usually overlooked. No one seemed to notice her staring as they yelled at Number Seven to get a move on. No one seemed to see her cock her head to the side as they bickered over whose turn it was to pay for lunch. No one ever did.
So, why would she even spend her time deciphering something so petty, like why the man seated in front of her was so drawn to Number Seven or why the two boys behind her were even having such a stupid argument in the first place?
Waltz had no idea.
Hands clasped tightly in her lap, she turned her gaze back to the horses, her eyes following as they circled around the track. Alone at the races, with nothing to do but watch.
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Post by matchstick on Jun 21, 2009 20:02:23 GMT -5
Matchstick was at the races! He loved the races but could only stand to watch for as long as a couple minutes he usually had better things to do. Or he just convinced himself that he had other things to do. He sat down on a wooden bench. Matchstick noticed after awhile that a black haired skinny girl was sitting next to him, whom looked very sad. "Hello" Matchstick happily greeted the girl. Then he started to struggle to keep the flame alive that was burning on the matchstick hanging out of his mouth.
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Post by waltz on Jun 22, 2009 15:28:42 GMT -5
Alarmed, Waltz looked up at the sound of a sudden voice. It was a brown haired boy, around her age. He was rather nice looking, she noticed, and had a flaming match dangling from his mouth. She looked at him with a bit of uncertainty.
"Ain't you scared that you might burn yourself?" She asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. Even though she was sixteen, Waltz still looked young. Her pink bow that she sometimes wore and her childish fantasies added much to the image. But her only thought now was that he noticed her. Waltz was rather surprised. She always thought she was practically invisible, and she liked it.
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Post by matchstick on Jun 22, 2009 15:51:36 GMT -5
"Ain't you scared that you might burn yourself?"
"Ha!" Matchstick laughed, causing the flame to be blown out, then spit out the burnt out match with disappointment.
"I's been burned a buncha times," he answered her question and showed the girl the scars on him lips, "I really should stop doin' it, but it's a habit." Taking a pack out of his pocket, he offered her a cigarette.
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Post by waltz on Jun 23, 2009 13:12:04 GMT -5
Waltz was a little shocked at the sight of his scars. They did not look too bad. But still, they were scars. And those scars were once burns, which must have hurt, she reasoned. Silently, she analyzed him. He didn't really seem to have any worries, as if he just wanted to have a good time.
Hesitantly, she took the cigarette. Waltz was never a smoker, but she couldn't help but want to try it- just to see what it was like. Curiosity killed the cat, the people at the orphanage told her. But she didn't live at the orphanage anymore.
In that knowledge, she eagerly placed the cigarette between her lips. "Got a light?"
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Post by matchstick on Jun 23, 2009 17:02:19 GMT -5
"Got a light?"
Matchstick pulled a match out of his pocket and stroked it across the bench quickly, then smiled. "You from 'round' here?" He asked, staring into the flame with great passion and joy after he had lit her cigarette. Matchstick liked this girl, he tried not to make a fool of himself infront of her, so he tried to act his age.
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Post by waltz on Jun 24, 2009 21:05:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, I live at the lodging house. You a newsie too?" Waltz asked, observing him as he lit her cigarette. He stared at his match raptly, as if it contained all the joy in the world. She couldn't help but laugh. "You sure like fire, don't ya?"
Waltz turned her attention back to her cigarette, not really sure what to do with it. What the heck, she thought and took a big puff out of it, which didn't prove to be very smart. Her hands flew to her mouth as she burst out into a coughing fit.
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Post by matchstick on Jun 24, 2009 23:49:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, I live at the lodging house. You a newsie too?"
"Yeah, I's a newsie from Queens to!" He said happily, never looking away from the flame.
"You sure like fire, don't ya?"
He looked away from the flame and smiled, "Yep, and fire likes me, the name's Matchstick, you?"
Then he noticed the girl coughing madly... 'Oh no, she's never smoked has she? I'm so stupid!' he thought. "Oh no no no!" He turned to the coughing girl and put his hands on her shoulders. "Breathe, deep breaths, you's gonna be jus' fine." After she started breathing right, he laughed a little and said, "Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me you don't smoke?"
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Post by waltz on Jun 25, 2009 12:49:13 GMT -5
"They call me Waltz," She happily replied. Matchstick, no wonder!
Between her wheezing and choking, Waltz barely made out what he was telling her. Still, she did manage to breathe those deep breaths and eventually calmed down. She stared incredulously at her cigarette. What an evil little bugger.
Waltz cleared her throat and shrugged. "I don't know. Guess I didn't wanna come off as childish." At that, she realized just how close they were, his hands on her shoulders, concerned eyes sparkling. Waltz blushed madly and averted her gaze to her lap.
"So, uh... Ya like the races?"
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Post by matchstick on Jun 28, 2009 0:10:51 GMT -5
"They call me Waltz,"
Waltz, the name made him smile, well, keep smiling.
"I don't know. Guess I didn't wanna come off as childish."
His grin got even wider, now he felt more comfortable around her. He noticed the girl was blushing, but he didn't understand why, so he didn't change his position.
"So, uh... Ya like the races?"
"Yep, why else would I be heah?" he spun around on the bench in a 360 turn, and landed in the same position. Now even closer the before, Matchstick thought nothing of it but Waltz obviously did.
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Post by waltz on Jun 28, 2009 21:24:04 GMT -5
Matchstick, Waltz decided, was certainly one of the most cheerful people she had ever met. If he felt the least bit uncomfortable, he sure didn't show it. She felt her face grow hot as she replied. "Oh, I don't know. I'm just here to watch the folks who come here, I guess. Ever done it?"
The space between them was much too tight for modesty, but strangely, she didn't mind. Looking up, Waltz smiled shyly and cocked her head to the side, her eyes bluer than ever before.
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Post by matchstick on Jun 28, 2009 22:27:53 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't know. I'm just here to watch the folks who come here, I guess. Ever done it?"
"Nope, sounds fun though!" Matchstick said, now looking around at the folks around him. This ain't very fun, he thought. He started to notice that Waltz's face was turning red, he wondered why, but nothing came to mind. Suddenly, an idea sprang to mind, and he leaned back smiling. "Hey, you's wanna be my friend, Waltz?"
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Post by waltz on Jun 29, 2009 13:46:23 GMT -5
Waltz blinked. "Course I'll be your friend," She replied, still grinning. He sure was something, to be making such a simple request. "Sure ain't gonna be your enemy," she joked, fiddling with her dark curls.
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Post by matchstick on Jun 29, 2009 13:53:38 GMT -5
"Sure ain't gonna be your enemy,"
Matchstick leaned forward, closer, curiously he raised his eyebrow "Why not?"
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Post by waltz on Jun 29, 2009 14:07:22 GMT -5
"Because ya seem like pretty nice guy," Waltz said with a shrug. " 'Sides, I don't like pickin' fights with anyone," She added. "Not that I would pick any fights with you."
Leaning back, she turned her focus to the races. "What's your favorite color?"
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