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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2008 17:19:52 GMT -5
There are several benches in the park, this is just one of them along the paths. Sit back and take a breather why don't ya?
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Post by flick on Aug 20, 2008 11:43:46 GMT -5
~New~
Leaning back against the bench Flick glanced around sighing in contentment. He'd sold all his papes today which he usually did but he had done it so fast that he'd bought more and sold those. It was a good day and with the extra money life was seeming better, but then he still had to pay more money for the papes. It still made no sense why the jacked up the prices on the papes. Frowning he took a bit of th apple he had lifted off of a vendor earlier today and thought about the prices of the papes.
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Post by dice on Aug 20, 2008 11:56:14 GMT -5
Dice had just sold all of her newspapers and she was in a good mood, nothing could make her unhappy. Dice sat down on the bench not noticing that there was another newsie next to her on the same bench, when sher noticed that there was another person on the bench she smiled sweetly at him.
( It says that Dice is a theif but she is a newsie, Admin just didn't put her as a newsie yet)
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Post by flick on Aug 20, 2008 12:56:06 GMT -5
Flick had just begun to whistle when he glanced over as the girl sat down next to him. He returned her smile. Taking another bit of the apple he looked back over the park, before turning towards the girl. "Hiya, its a pretty nice day aint it?" After that he began to whitle again the same tune as always.
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Post by dice on Aug 21, 2008 9:00:35 GMT -5
"Hiya, its a pretty nice day aint it?"
"Yah I shure is." Dice noticed that the boy began to whistle, Dice had tried to whistle before when she was a little girl, but it didn't exactly work out, so she never tried again after someone yelled at her. Dice looked up at the sky and saw a flock of birds fly bye, then she looked back at the boy.
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Post by magnet on Aug 24, 2008 21:52:15 GMT -5
(( New Day))
Magnet was walking around aimlessly, not paying attention to where he was going, and so he tripped over a stick. He landed on his palms and knees, which obviously were scraped and bleeding.
He stood up and sat down on the bench, not caring the least about his bleeding hands and knees. Looking around, he became a little bored and started whistling a tune.
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Post by bella on Aug 25, 2008 12:37:42 GMT -5
Yet again, Bella was in the Bronx. She was extremely bored, and sort of tired. The past night she couldn't sleep, nightmares taunted her. At every little sound she would jump, and look around to see what was there. Eventually she curled up with one of the street cats, and the cat's purring soothed her into sleep.
That morning she awoke to some young boys throwing rocks at her. Why? She would probably never know. One of the boys threw a rock at her, and it hit her face. Perfect. Just what she needed, another bruise on her face to add to the collection.
She walked through the park, just wandering around; as usual. That's when she saw a boy, sitting on a bench staring out into space. His knees were bloody and scraped. Concern grew as she walked over to him. "Are you okay?" She asked.
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Post by magnet on Aug 25, 2008 12:45:09 GMT -5
When the girl walked up to Magnet, he looked at his knees and hands, then back at her. Magnet saw her eyes were full of concern, but his hands and knees didn't hurt a bit. "Oh, ya I'm fine. Just me bein' clumsy, trippin' ova a stick."
He smiled at her brightly and scooted over. "Have a seat," He gestured next to him, the empty space on the bench.
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Post by bella on Aug 25, 2008 12:50:56 GMT -5
Bella smiled slightly, just enough to let the corners of her mouth go up and then down. "You tripped over a stick?" She asked with amusement in her voice. She tucked a few loose curls behind her ear.
One of her eyebrows raised, "..Okay," She said hesitantly. "I'm Bella." She stated.
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Post by magnet on Aug 25, 2008 12:54:15 GMT -5
He smiled at her, "Yup. I wasn't payin' attention, and I tripped over it. Dat's how I got da scrapes." He heard slight amusment in her voice when she asked him and he commented, "Ya can laugh. It's funny, I usually get laughed at a lot anyway."
"Bella, I like dat name. My name is Magnet, but if ya wanna know my real name, I gotta get ta know ya bettah." Magnet chuckled a bit, he didn't mean for it to sound that way, he just ment being friends.
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Post by bella on Aug 25, 2008 13:00:35 GMT -5
"Ah, I see." She said. "I don't get laughed at much, probably because I have no one to laugh at me." Bella said, her mind wandering back to a time when she was actually loved. She shook her head out of her thoughts and looked back at the boy.
"Well, thanks. I like my name too." She said, a hint of sarcasm played in her voice. That's just who she was; sarcastic and blunt. "Hmm, Magnet, huh? How did you possibly get that name?" She said, chuckling. "I guess it would be the same with me, although my 'real name' is just a longer version of my name. There's an 'Isa' before the 'Bella'."
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Post by magnet on Aug 25, 2008 13:06:07 GMT -5
As Bella said she had no one to laugh at her, he was looking at the ground, but he glanced back up and frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean ta put ya down in da dumps."
The name game, is what Magnet called it, everytime he told his name to someone, especially a girl, he was very embarrased. "Oh, well...everyone always says that I'm..uh.." He stuttered, but kept on blushing, "A girl magnet." He mumbled the last part.
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Post by bella on Aug 25, 2008 13:11:56 GMT -5
Bella shrugged, "No, its fine. I'm very used to it by now."
"Oh really?" She said with a laugh. "That's a very interesting name to have, even more interesting to share the explanation of said name." She smiled, "My name means beautiful in Italian, and I don't mind sharing that with anyone." She smirked, "I'm kidding, of course. But Italy is where I'm from. What about you?"
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Post by magnet on Aug 25, 2008 13:14:37 GMT -5
"Ah, me, I am from France. I have three younga brothers, but I don't know where any of them are at the moment." Thinking about France, he said, "Paris, to be exact."
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Post by bella on Aug 25, 2008 13:24:05 GMT -5
"Paris?" Bella asked, you could almost see her light up. "I went there once when I was about seven with my father. That was about nine or ten years ago." She beamed, "He took me there to see some of the artwork. He was an artist, that's how he met my mother. And then I'm an artist, its almost like a family business." She trailed off sadly, "Only, I don't speak to my father anymore..." She mumbled inaudibly.
Bella grinned, "If we're going to be exact, I was born in...I don't remember. Its not that important anyway."
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