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Post by roulette on May 22, 2009 12:30:39 GMT -5
[[NEW DAY]]
Rou leaned against the railing of the gazebo, watching passersby, her fingers itching for... something. Pickpocketing? Well, yeah, she knew that, but for what? The thrill of the chase, or for the object itself?
She shook her head. It was harder to break this habit than she thought. She snorted to herself and put her hand in her pocket, fingering the edge of the gentleman's wallet she hawked a while before.
She'd only been in New York for a day and a half and already she was back to her old habits.
So much for starting out on the right foot.
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Post by stretch on May 22, 2009 18:15:28 GMT -5
Nearing the Pelham Bay Park gazebo, two unsold papers in his messenger bag and his hat slightly askew, Tim Rutherford mentally began a diary entry in his head.
Dear Diary, he started blandly. Ten years ago I discovered that I could put my foot behind my head and bend myself in half backward. After that, it all went downhill. My guardian told me my father was a clown and my mother was a circus freak, and then went on to start going with a lady, ignoring me. So I ran away to sell papers, and that was working for a while but now I'm eighteen today and I don't know how much longer I can sell these damned things, cause don't nobody like to see an adult doing a kid's job...
He stopped there. It was too depressing to go on. But now that his thoughts were sorted out, he could relax. He leaned back and closed his eyes, ran his hand down his face. He remembered suddenly the deal he'd made with Dodger: talk to three people, get a free dinner. Hunger was creeping up on Stretch like a shadow, and he wouldn't mind dinner. He glanced around the park. Was he just supposed to go up to someone...? He didn't know. He didn't know much of anything, come to think of it.
Happy birthday.
Ho was about to stand and rest for a while when he noticed he was standing dangerously close to someone he didn't know. It was a girl, younger than he, and he was standing less than a forearm's length from her. He stumbled away. "Gee, miss, I'm sorry..." he said hurriedly. "I didn't see you there, otherwise I never woulda gotten too close..."
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Post by roulette on May 22, 2009 18:43:20 GMT -5
Rou had been watching the boy, ever since he had first came into her eyeline. He looked to be deep in thought about something.
The perfect target. Not that he had much, but, well-
No, Rou, bad. Stealing, bad. Pickpocketing, bad. Selling papes, good. she told herself. It was like a mantra in her head. Too bad it only worked half the time.
Rou groaned mentally as the boy came to a stop beside her, a little too close for her liking. Not that it made it uncomfortable, but because it made it easier for her to do what she did best.
"Gee, miss, I'm sorry..." he said hurriedly. "I didn't see you there, otherwise I never woulda gotten too close..." [/b]
Rou gave him a slightly shaky smile. "No worries." she said, subtly shifting away. She looked around, fidgeting. "Nice day, yeah?"
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Post by stretch on May 24, 2009 8:14:23 GMT -5
"No worries. Nice day, yeah?"
"Why, sure is." Stretch attempted a smile, but it faded quickly. "I'm sorry, miss. You look dreadful uncomfortable. I was just daydreamin', is all. I didn't mean to--to do what I did. I swear. I can leave right now, if you'd prefer, miss..." He hated to think he had upset her. He knew that girls living on their own had to be careful, and he hated the fact that she might think he was the type of person they had to be careful of.
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Post by roulette on May 24, 2009 11:55:59 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, miss. You look dreadful uncomfortable. I was just daydreamin', is all. I didn't mean to--to do what I did. I swear. I can leave right now, if you'd prefer, miss..."
Rou winced at the boy's stammering. The last thing she wanted to do was make someone feel bad because she was going crazy over something that she was stupid to get mixed up in to begin with.
She shook her head, offering him a stronger, more friendly smile. "No, no. I'm fine, really. Just... I dunno." She smiled again, hoping that a conversation would help her forget about the problems. "You'll looked deep in thought yourself. Perhaps I should be the one to leave, then." She laughed slightly, to let him know that she wasn't really serious, and was only trying to be nice, to make up for the uncomfortableness that had settled around the gazebo.
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