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Post by Administrator on Mar 20, 2009 3:58:18 GMT -5
This is the home of Lieutenant Governor Timothy L. Woodruff, his wife, and three children.
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Post by reeves on Mar 21, 2009 15:42:18 GMT -5
Reeves shuffled down fifth avenue, the street he walked pretty much every day, along with many others. A big part of his work route. He stopped and dropped the packages he carried, exhausted. It had to be the hottest day he had seen. The sun was stubborn, and insisted on shining down to its content.
Reeves sighed and wiped his forehead with his gray cap, before replacing it on his head, tipped to the side a little. He leaned against the stack of hat boxes, watching a buggy fly by. It was a foggy day, an odd combination. The air was heavy with moist, yet hot and cloudy at the same time. A heat storm would most likely appear at the city's back door.
He sighed and knew he had to continue his route if he wanted to get back to he and his older sister's crummy apartment for supper. His sister hated for him to be late and with the way Reeve's stomach was grumbling, he didn't want to hold off supper none.
He continued down the street and stopped in front of the house with the address on his route list. Woodruff manor. The size of these houses still never failed to amaze him. He made his way through the gate and up the front stairs onto the porch and raised his hand to knock on the door with the bronxe door knocker. He pushed up the white sleeves of his collared shirt to his elbows, his dark green vest hung open.
As the door opened, he put as polite smile on his face as he could manage.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 16:09:58 GMT -5
Catherine sat in the chair by the door watching the chaos that took place in front of her with a bored expression on her face. Her father had fallen a bit ill and was unable to go in for work that day. Heaven forbid he just took a day off. No, instead of going in to work he had work come to him.
"Oh darling, do try to enjoy yourself," her mother pleaded bending infront of her. Being the person she was, she gave her mother a reassuring smile that left her face as soon as her mother left. It was then that she heard a knock on the door. She wasn't supposed to answer the door for anyone or anything, but since she was so close and all the servants were occupied, she decided it would be okay hust this once.
Standing from her seat, she smoothed out her dress to make sure she looked presentable before opening the door. After all, she had to reflect her status and upbringing at all times. She opened the door to see a smiling boy carrying a many of boxes and waited for him to state his business.
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Post by reeves on Mar 21, 2009 16:20:08 GMT -5
The door was opened by a girl, who looked about Reeve's age. She didn't look so surprised to see a street kid at her door, the packages probably kind of explained it. She just watched him with her green eyes. He on the other hand was somewhat surprised to have the door opened by a rich girl, probably one of the daughters.
Reeves tipped his hat, "G' afternoon, miss. Got some packages here from Greeley Department store for the Woodruffs," He stated, gesturing to the boxes around him. He itched a scratch on his neck and swatted at a mosquito before smiling again.
"s' my job to deliver them." He added.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 17:01:14 GMT -5
Catherine looked at the boxes then back at the boy and smiled. It was for her mother, no doubt. Deliveries were always being made for her. She frowned a little looking at the boxes, knowing she would not be able to bring all the boxes in herself. She didn't want to disturb her parents, so looking at the boy, she asked.
"Can I trouble you to help me bring these in?"
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Post by reeves on Mar 21, 2009 17:05:47 GMT -5
"Can I trouble you to help me bring these in?"
Reeve's raised an eyebrow and smirked. Trouble me? Since when did anybody think twice about troubling street rats.
He nodded, picking up the boxes and stepping into the house, hoping his boots weren't dirty. He felt like an ant in this giant house, it sure was a big difference to his little apartment. He felt quite shabby and out of place, but that didn't matter, he just hoped no adults came out to see some street kid standing in their house. He just focused on his job though.
"Where do y' want them, ma'am?" He asked.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 17:22:27 GMT -5
Catherine put out a hand infront of the boy, thinking about the company she was in. She knew her father and other would disapprove of her being seen with what they would call riff raff. She took an embroided cloth out her pocket and wet it with the water sitting in a cup of water and cleaned the dirt from his face. Then she removed his hat and smoothed his hair back a little. It didn't change much, but it made him seem more presentable.
She motioned for him to follow her through the crowd in to the back room. The two recieved many looks, but none were sour. She smiled and greeted her elders and she passed them. Once they reached the room. She motioned to the corner.
"You can set them over there."
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Post by reeves on Mar 21, 2009 17:34:57 GMT -5
Reeves stopped when she put her hand out to stop him. She washed his face and smoothed back his hair, and when she had finished she had nodded. Reeves knew he still looked either middle class or worse, but it seemed to suit the girl enough. She led him through a crowded room, until they reached a small back room. Reeves wondered how many rooms there actually were in the house.
"You can set them over there."
He nodded and brought the boxes to the corner, setting them down and counting them to make sure they were all there. He turned back to the girl, she looked very kind, and graceful, different from other rich he had met. Her eyes were a pretty green and her dark hair was pulled into soft curls that danced around her shoulders. Her dress was beautiful, probably from Paris or somewheres like that, made of the finest fabric.
He couldn't imagine living in a place like this, it throughly just amazed him. His blue eyes wandered the room intently.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 17:40:34 GMT -5
"Thank you for your help," she said once he placed the boxes down. She took a small change purse from her pocket and gave the boy a dollar. She noticed how he looked around the room and frowned a bit. Not to the extent of anger of disgust, but more curious. Catherine was use to no other way of life beside her own. She'd never seen the poor side of New York and in a way assumed everyone lived as she did.
"Is there something wrong," she asked.
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Post by reeves on Mar 21, 2009 20:42:06 GMT -5
"Thank you for your help,"
He snapped out of his thoughts and smiled, taking the dollar, a fine tip, well better than no tip at all, nodding his thanks.
"Is there something wrong,"
He shook his head and shrugged, looking down at his scuffed up boots and fingering a loose button on his dark green vest.
"I've just never been in such big a house as all. It's real nice, never seen such architecture or such, looks like a palace ta me, I guess," He admitted, glancing up at her briefly before returning his gaze back to the floor.
"I almost feel not worthy enough to stand in the back room," he smirked sadly and shook his head. "Thank you miss, I guess I better go..." He sighed wearily and turned to go.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 20:53:58 GMT -5
Catherine smiled as he complimented her home, but her smile faded when he said he felt himself to be not worthy while within it. When he turned to go, she grabbed his sleeve to stop him, not knowing what to say after she did so. It wasn't very often there were others around her age. The only other children were her brothers and the youngest was two years older than her in training to become a fine gentleman. She let go of his sleeve and recomposed herself to that of a proper young lady.
"At the very least, stay and have something to eat."
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Post by reeves on Mar 21, 2009 21:00:23 GMT -5
Reeves was surprised when she stopped him from going, he turned and put his weary gaze back on her, waiting to see what she would say. She looked like she didn't exactly know what to say, but she let go and composed herself quickly.
"At the very least, stay and have something to eat."
He would say he had to get home to have supper with his sister, but if this girl really wanted him to stay, he could spare to stay. It meant not going out in the awful tiring heat.
"You sure I can? I mean..." He trailed off, hoping she knew what he meant. "Well okay, I am hungry I guess."
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 21:09:09 GMT -5
She nodded and smiled. "Of course you can. Should anyone notice you, I'll let them know you're with me." She answered, a bit unsure. The house was pretty busy so no one should notice him. She blended in and everyone knew who she was, but with him...well, if anyone asked she'd think of something.
"What are you called?"
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Post by reeves on Mar 21, 2009 21:16:01 GMT -5
"Of course you can. Should anyone notice you, I'll let them know you're with me."
Reeves just nodded, still just as unsure as she, knowing he didn't belong. But why pass up a meal? Especially with such a kind girl offering it?
"What are you called?"
"Well, they calls me Reeves, s' my last name. You can call me Seth. That's my given name, my first name. What bout you, miss?" He asked politely, running a hand through his short light brown messy hair and pulling his gray hat out of his back pocket, replacing it on his head, tipped to the side.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 21:28:21 GMT -5
"My name is Catherine."
Catherine hooked her arm through his. It was just the way she was taught to show others he was not simply following her. It was to show other they were each others equal, which status-wise she knew was not true, but not everyone would be as accepting as she had they found out what class he truely was. Catherine took him to a very long table that was filled with sweets, fruits, meats, and all other types of small finger foods and beverages.
"Take what ever you would like, Sir Reeves." She referred to him as this as there were those looking at the two strangely. After a moments time she asked, "What is your age?"
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