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Post by maddy on Aug 6, 2008 6:40:27 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Maddy had just came from a very, very and I repeat very long day of work, today was a long day because her and her little sister had worked from 7:00am to 5:00pm! When the day was over for her and her sister, Maddy drooped her little sister off at the apartment and left her there for a while. Maddy had told her that she would come home before 8:40.
It was 8:00 and Maddy had gotten herself lost..again, Maddy didn't know where she was so.she looked around and saw that it was getting dark and she was getting pretty scared. Maddy leaned against the lamp post and looked up at the stars.
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Post by mabel on Aug 30, 2008 9:23:26 GMT -5
[NEW DAY]
Red-faced and flustered, Mabel stood flabbergasted on a corner of Fifth Avenue. Not a moment ago, the owner of an upscale shop had rushed her out and publicly accused her of trying to get her "quick, dirty little hands on his merchandise." As he stormed back into his shop, Mabel did not have the time to defend herself and, as a result, received a good many dirty looks from passerbys.
Mouth agape, Mabel awkwardly crossed her arms defensively and turned away from the storefront, desperately attempting to get her head around what had just happened. Looking down at her dress, Mabel had to concede she had made the wrong apparel choice for Fifth Avenue: the blue was faded and there were more loose threads than Mabel would like. She certainly was not as ragged as the man had made her feel, though.
Frowning, Mabel looked down at her hands which she found perfectly clean despite the man's accusations. Biting her lip, she did her best to control her emotions. Humiliated and confused, Mabel's vision blurred with unshed tears. Wiping them away with the back of her hand, she took a shaky breath before tossing a sharp glare over her shoulder at the storefront.
Sure, she had not the money to spare on such a store, but she certainly was not going to steal. She was just looking.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 30, 2008 9:45:10 GMT -5
Pup stood and stared out at the distance at the huge World building where he knew his father worked and was probably there. He heaved a sigh and stared down at his newspapers listlessly. He wasn't too good at selling. It didn't help that he was so quiet. He saw a girl he recognized seeing with Les when he and Les first met. She looked upset about something and even though Pup was usually shy and laid back, he sat down next to her. The seven year old looked her up and down.
"Somethin' botherin' ya, miss?" he asked looking up at her with his big blue eyes.
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Post by jade on Sept 2, 2008 19:20:59 GMT -5
Jade sat on the curb watching passerbys then saw a little boy,looking down at his papes with a sad look on his face before his gaze snapped up and he started walking
up to an upset girl before sitting down and asking her a question.Jade sighed,she hated seeing people sad,The boy had concern and curiosity in his eyes also by the way he was sitting you could tell he was shy and not very sure of what to say."I wonda wats wrong."Jade thought to herself as she walked forward until she was right infront of the girl sitting on the curb,Jade knelt down and fished out a handerchief and held it out offering it to the girl.Jade smiled at the seven year old,before turning her gaze back to the girl,"What a matta miss?"Jade asked with concern etching her voice.Before sitting on the other side of the girl.
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Post by Sweets on Oct 12, 2008 23:33:01 GMT -5
New Day
Sweets collapsed onto the dirty curb, wrapping her arms around her knees and resting her chin on them. There was a harsh chill in the wind for an October afternoon, but her tattered scarf was enough to keep her comfortable. Manhattan still hadn't gone on strike, but she wasn't making much with the price hike and often found herself aimlessly roaming the city instead of selling papers.
She always sold on 5th Avenue, and found even without her newspapers something drew her here. It wasn't the snobby people or the condescending glares, but the safe atmosphere and beautiful homes. Living here wasn't something she wasted her time even thinking about, but she enjoyed the neighborhood all the same.
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Post by manhattan on Oct 17, 2008 18:26:52 GMT -5
Manhattan walked up the street not really paying attention to where she was going. She had returned to living in her head. It seemed to be the only thing that took away the feeling of exhaustion that had been taking over her body recently.
She knew something was wrong, she knew she was sick but it felt if she admitted it out loud she'd be giving up. Manhattan lifted her head and looked at the sky. It was bright blue today. The kind of blue with few clouds and made you feel that it was right on top of you. The kind of crisp blue day that made everything brighter. It made her itch to write.
Realizing she was about to step on someone Manhattan stopped short in the middle of a stride, rather awkwardly she fell on her butt and came Eye to eye with Sweets.
"Well I'll be darned." Manhattan grinned at her friend. "You got any paper on you?" she asked really for no good reason but to ask it and blew into her hands to keep them warm, rubbing her cheeks to add color to the increasingly pallor of her skin. Not wanting to let Sweets in on to her secret. It'd been too long since she saw Sweets and she wasnt going to let their first meeting after a month cause her closest friend worry. She was fine for now.
Grinning crookedly she abruptly hugged her friend, something that Manhattan didnt normally do but felt like it needed to be done immediately she was odd like that, and took up a piece of the curb next to Sweets.
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Post by trex on Apr 14, 2009 17:59:51 GMT -5
*New Day* (sorry if this isn't allowed, but this post is reserved for Medda)
Rex pulled his buggy to a stop along the curb in Midtown, a nice place to park the buggy and wait for a could be customer to walk along past. He sighed, and yawned, as energetic as he was, he was not a morning person. He loosened his grip on the reigns slightly, knowing that his horse, King, wouldn't go anywhere.
It was a Manhattan Monday. Rex pulled on his button, trying not to fidget. He hated sitting still doing nothing. He was about to find something to occupy himself with when he heard somebody approaching his buggy.
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Post by Medda on Apr 17, 2009 17:58:43 GMT -5
Medda stepped up to Rex as he stopped the buggy. "Do you think you can get me to Bay Ridge? I'm in awful rush." She'd just heard news that one of her dearest friends had fallen ill and the look on her face plainly said that she was in pain.
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Post by trex on Apr 18, 2009 12:55:12 GMT -5
"Do you think you can get me to Bay Ridge? I'm in awful rush."
Rex nodded, noting the look on her face right away, he stepped off the buggy quick and held out a hand to help the lady up into the buggy.
"I can get you there, I just hope there ain't too much traffic yet." Rex wished he could ask the situation, but he wasn't sure if that would be rude. He flicked the reigns and the buggy startled to move down the street, swaying slightly as it rode.
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Post by Medda on Apr 19, 2009 16:43:57 GMT -5
Medda gave a slight smile as Rex helped her into the carriage. Even in desperate times she was one of the most polite women in her business. Usually people of her means thought very little of the people who worked for them but her heart was much larger than that. She was taught to always treat others with the respect you expected. "Thank you, I deeply appreciate it."
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Post by trex on Apr 19, 2009 16:56:15 GMT -5
"Thank you, I deeply appreciate it."
Rex smiled and nodded, appreciating the way she thanked him like that. Wasn't often he was shone such kindness from somebody high up. If his customers were nice, he enjoyed striking up conversation, but he could see the worry and hurt on her face and he had a feeling she wasn't up to talking.
He knew her, he knew he did. He had seen her somewhere, he just couldn't remember where. He rode for a while, and he thought of it. Medda. He had seen her when he had gone to Zoo's opening performance. The buggy pulled to an unfortunate spot while they waited for several carriages and buggies to pass.
Rex fidgeted for a moment, before turning sincere eyes on Medda.
"Not to be nosy, Ma'am. I just...you seem real worried. Something wrong?" Rex asked with a small smile.
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Post by Medda on Apr 19, 2009 22:26:10 GMT -5
Medda stared off to the side, most of the ride lost in thoughts of her friend. Well the woman was more than a friend, she was as good as a sister to Medda. "Ah, well...my friend is ill. That's all." Medda forced a slight smile and looked around to see what the hold up was. She wasn't normall an impatient woman but today was a different day for obvious reasons.
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Post by trex on Apr 21, 2009 18:19:51 GMT -5
"Ah, well...my friend is ill. That's all."
"Oh," Rex said softly and turned his gaze back to the road. He guessed maybe she was really ill, and that's why Medda worried so much. He remembered when his mother was sick real bad once, and he brought in some flowers from the garden and his mother just rolled her eyes and threw the flowers in his face yelling that those would make her allergies worse.
Rex sighed and rubbed his arm shyly, not knowing what to say, he didn't like being worried, and now he was worried about Medda's friend too.
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Post by Medda on Apr 23, 2009 9:32:31 GMT -5
Medda sat back in her seat her mind racing. Usually she was a real chatterbox but today just wasn't going to be one of those days. Not until she knew exactly how serious her friends illness was.
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Post by trex on Apr 25, 2009 11:36:53 GMT -5
The traffic finally slowed and Rex let out a breath of relief, he hated being tense, and waiting for that traffic had made him tense. He glanced back at Medda before tugging on the reigns. King started and his clip clops ensued as he started down the street. Rex flicked at the reigns, deciding to move the pace or not. They started the ascend to Brooklyn, and after what seemed like ages, they arrived.
"Bay Ridge, Miss. Would you like me to wait with the buggy to take you back to Manhattan when you attend to your friend? No extra charge," Rex told her, hoping her friend would be alright. His boss's wife had recently died, and Mr. Carson was snappier than ever. It was sad for anybody to have a close friend die, Rex had never experienced it yet, and he hoped he wouldn't have to until he came face to face with it.
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