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Post by steve on Apr 20, 2009 20:40:48 GMT -5
"Dat's good.cause ya can't jus' eat yucky stuff all da time. I know boys do it a lot no mattah what but if ya don't at leas' try ta yummy stuff sometimes, den you'll forget what yummy stuff tastes like an' den you'll t'ink yucky stuff is yummy an' den when ya have kids dey'll t'ink yucky stuff is yummy and den dey'll be ostracized by all da othah kids an' dey'll nevah have any friends at all. ya wouldn't want dat ta happen, now would you?"
Steve's eyebrow raised even higher, his smirk growing. This kid was a kick! He wondered if she thought this theory right up on the spot or if she thought about this topic often, either way it was incredulous. And where did she learn the word ostracized?? Steve didn't even know what that meant!
"Um...no? I...I don't think so," Steve answered slowly, scratching his head.
Gwennie and i got a doggie named Marvin who's usually wit' me. But he was lazy t'day an' he didn't wanna come wit' me He likes Jam too... Oh yeah, an' what's yoah name. I almos' forgot ta ask"
Steve smiled and shook his head. An interesting name for an interesting girl. It had a nice little ring to it. And it was okay for her to forget to ask his name, if this crazy surprising conversation would continue, Steve might just forget what they're searching for in the first place.
"Steve," He told her. "It's nice that you got a dog, I always wanted a dog when I was a kid," he still practically was a kid at the age of seventeen, a big kid he guessed. She treated him like he was an adult. He laughed and shook his head, this had to be the highlite of his shopping days.
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Post by Gwennie on May 27, 2009 20:12:51 GMT -5
Gwennie smiled sunnily at Steve's reply. "dat's good" she stated, glancing briefly down at her shoelace which had become untied as she walked." I know some folks who don' even care what happens to dere kids at all. Like my friend Rhoda's papa. He was really mean an' he drank all da time and den he left her as he nevah even showed up again ever or even wrote her at all even though it made her real sad. " she continued in a matter of fact tone, starting to skip again despite the fact that her shoelace was still untied.
"Anyhow, dat's a real nice name... Steve. I bet if Marvin got a girlfriend dog an' den dey had puppies, I'd prolly name da boy one Steve" she paused for a moment, looking slightly conflicted before amending her statement. "Well, act'ally I'd prolly name da oldes' boy one Marvin Junior 'cause dats what Marvin wants it ta be named an' he'd be da papa an' all but da next one I'd prolly call Steve. maybe even if it was a girl 'cause I can't really t'ink a' no girl names. Maybe you could even have it 'cept it might get kinda confusin' wit' two Steves. Ya'd nevah even know who ya was talkin' to."
"Oh, Look, a jack in da box!" she cried suddenly and pointed over at a small metal box with a handle on its side, her former topic of conversation forgotten entirely. "I betcha it is at least. Unless dey got some kinda new box foah food an' stuff which jus' looks like a jack in da box. wouldn't dat be neat!?" she asked, looking up at him expectantly.
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Post by steve on May 27, 2009 20:27:11 GMT -5
"dat's good I know some folks who don' even care what happens to dere kids at all. Like my friend Rhoda's papa. He was really mean an' he drank all da time and den he left her as he nevah even showed up again ever or even wrote her at all even though it made her real sad. "
Steve listened to Gwennie talk about her friend Rhoda's dad, and felt himself stiffen a little, thinking about how both his parents deserted him. How his father went off to be some salesman and never wrote or contacted them, and then how his Mama left him for another man. He shook his head of those thoughts when Gwennie changed the subject as well as the mood.
"Anyhow, dat's a real nice name... Steve. I bet if Marvin got a girlfriend dog an' den dey had puppies, I'd prolly name da boy one Steve. Well, act'ally I'd prolly name da oldes' boy one Marvin Junior 'cause dats what Marvin wants it ta be named an' he'd be da papa an' all but da next one I'd prolly call Steve. maybe even if it was a girl 'cause I can't really t'ink a' no girl names. Maybe you could even have it 'cept it might get kinda confusin' wit' two Steves. Ya'd nevah even know who ya was talkin' to."
Steve grinned slightly, "That would be problematic. Well, maybe Marvin ain't that much of a romantic anyways, some pooches aren't."
"Oh, Look, a jack in da box! I betcha it is at least. Unless dey got some kinda new box foah food an' stuff which jus' looks like a jack in da box. wouldn't dat be neat!?"
Steve laughed again, tipping his head as he studied the jack in the box and then murmured, "Oh yeah, real neat. Maybe it is a new type of jack in the box, and maybe that's where the jam is hidin', eh?"
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Post by Gwennie on May 27, 2009 21:06:39 GMT -5
Gwennie looked a bit skeptical at the thought that Marvin might not be as much of a ladies' dog as she considered him to be. "I dunno... Maybe" she replied, unable to hide her skepticism. "He really seems ta like 'em a lot. Heck...he talks about 'em all da time. Maybe he's jus' shy around 'em. d'ya t'ink i should ask. I don' wanna make 'im t'ink I'm mad at 'im or nothin'." She gave a concerned little sigh. "You know how doggies can be. Dey jus' t'ink everyt'in's dere fault."
She brightened up considerably at his suggestion about the jack in the box, and stared at it, barely able to restrain her enthusiasm. "Ya t'ink so!? Oh boy dat would be neat! I bettah go check!" She started in the direction of the jack in the box at top speed but only made it about halfway before she tripped over her untied shoelace and fell down. Unfazed, and still extremely eager to find out if there was anything in the Jack in the box, she promptly got back up and began to turn it's handle. When it popped open, however, all she could find was the clown. "nope. It's not heah." she stated, poking the clown in the nose before pushing the lid down again and walking back over Steve.
Once she reached whre he was standing, she rubbed her knee slightly and looked down at it. When she did, she was surprised to find that there was a reddish brownish spot on her dress right around where her knee was. She lifted up her dress to get a better look at it and saw that her knee was scraped and bleeding. "Weird! It's bleedin' " she announced almost proudly to Steve. "I can't even feel it at all!" she added, dropping the skirt of her dress back down and beginning to walk again "Well, I guess we still gotta find da jam still if it ain't in da jack in da box, huh?" she asked, forgetting all about her knee.
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Post by dannyblue on Jun 8, 2009 13:21:54 GMT -5
<^><^>NEW DAY<^><^>
Danny Blue roamed the store, small as it was, looking at all the little things he would have nicked when he was young. Ah, the joys of youth. A cigar here, a piece of candy there, a dime novel down the back of your pants and hoping you didn't walk too funny out of the store.
But most of what Danny needed was behind the counter, of course, and finally strolling to the counter, he greeted the clerk cheerfully, exchanging a few words and handing over his list of needed things. While the clerk gathered his items and bundled them up, Danny picked up a hat from a nearby stand, trying it on and stepped to the side of the counter, looking to his reflection in the mirror that was also for sale.
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Jun 9, 2009 14:49:49 GMT -5
Lexi walked into the store, hoping to pick up a few things. She knew it was ridiculous to walk all the way back to the Bronx with stuff that she could easily get there but it wouldn't spoil so she figured she might as well. Besides Lexi had taken to wondering the city looking for her brother in every face she saw. Lexi sighed and glanced around the store before heading back and getting a loaf of bread. She walked to the counter to wait behind the man that was trying on a hat.
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Post by dannyblue on Jun 10, 2009 1:00:46 GMT -5
Cocking the hat a bit, Danny's smirk to himself fell from his face noticing the girl standing behind him, through the mirror. In his line of work, it didn't pay to ignore someone standing behind you for no reason. Usually it meant they had a knife or a gun. Either of which, terribly unpleasant. Also, it didn't pay to underestimate a pretty face.
Danny turned, taking the hat off his head and placing it back on the stand that was sitting beside him on the edge of the counter.
"Standin' in your way of the mirror, darlin'?" Danny asked his London accent evident. He smiled to her, but didn't move back infront of the counter.
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Jun 10, 2009 15:55:34 GMT -5
Lexi smiled politely at Danny, albeit a little absently. "Not at all, actually I was waiting for you to finish your business so I could pay for a few things." Lexi nodded to the man standing behind the counter who was waiting on Danny. Usually Lexi might get a little flustered from his attentions but her mind was elsewhere these days and she made little effort to hide her disinterest.
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Post by dannyblue on Jun 11, 2009 15:04:21 GMT -5
"Oh," Danny only now noticed the clerk had returned, "Well, I'll get on with it. Um... Add this too, if you would, sir." Danny snagged the hat from the stand, nipping the tag off it and placed it on his head, handing the tag to the man behind the counter.
The clerk and Danny exchanged money and goods, Danny now carried two large paper bags, "Be a doll then, and get the door for me, love?" He smiled to her.
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Jun 11, 2009 15:50:16 GMT -5
Lexi smiled in spite of herself and set her things on the counter before walking over to hold the door open for the gentleman. At least he had manners, it seemed that far too many people in New York these days were lacking them. Even though she was just a street rat she had been taught to treat everyone respectfully until they gave a reason not to.
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Post by dannyblue on Jun 13, 2009 12:03:27 GMT -5
"Thanks," Danny smiled to her and stepped out, backwards, nodding to her in a goodbye. Turning, he bumped into a man, causing Danny to drop his bag, "Cor! Sorry, mate! Stupid ole me... You just go on, I've got it." Kneeling to pick up his things, Danny dropped the man's wallet into his jacket pocket.
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