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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 28, 2008 14:32:17 GMT -5
"Is it always like this? If so I'm not sure how you enjoy it..."
He hid a smirk at her inexpertise, not wanting to offend the girl. She had after all said she was the governors daughter and that fact was rolling over in his mind again and again. He figured it wouldn't harm him any to befriend the girl, you never knew when a friendship like that could come in handy. Besides he'd have an interesting story to tell Kelly next time he paid his employer a visit. "It goes down smoother after the first couple, then it's just relaxing." He inhaled to show what he meant. "Your lungs just aren't used to it right now but I would think it wouldn't take that much longer."
"I suppose I'm not helping that much, am I?--Ugh!"
Scar grinned, "Nah your helping just fine. I wouldn't worry about it. Mostly I come here to get away from the people in Brooklyn who grate my nerves. I've never met you before so you can't be one of them. What brings you here? Unaccompanied, at least...I thought most girls of your status always had someone at their side to study your every move." He felt like that was what half her problem was. She was sick of being analyzed, just by the way she was acting it seemed as though she was trying to revolt against something she didn't like.
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Post by alice on Aug 29, 2008 9:43:25 GMT -5
"It goes down smoother after the first couple, then it's just relaxing. Your lungs just aren't used to it right now but I would think it wouldn't take that much longer."
Alice nodded, but two drags later her throat and lungs still burned uncomfortably. She was no longer coughing, though, which was an improvement. She inquired casually, "Where would I go if I wanted to buy cigarettes? Stupid question, yes, but I'm the sheltered rich girl, remember?" She'd never been to any place that had cigarettes for sale, not that she saw, anyway. Only huge, expensive cigars that one only smoked to create the appearance of wealth. Personally Alice couldn't enjoy wealth that died away in your hands until it was garbage. She'd only asked because smoking was slowly getting more enjoyable, and she wondered if she would want another one at some point.
"Nah your helping just fine. I wouldn't worry about it. Mostly I come here to get away from the people in Brooklyn who grate my nerves. I've never met you before so you can't be one of them."
Alice grinned slightly. She wondered, however, how long it would take before she began grating on his nerves, as he'd put it. She decided she best keep the questions and complaints to herself from now on. Couldn't she just smoke a cigarette and hold a normal conversation with someone, like any other person in New York...?
"What brings you here? Unaccompanied, at least...I thought most girls of your status always had someone at their side to study your every move."
"Yes," she answered in confirmation. "But I left mine behind at one of the shops. She was being insufferable, as usual, so I went off here. She won't follow me; all she'll dare to do is go back to Manhattan to ask my father for advice on how to handle me." Truth be told, both Alice's father and her stepmother were beginning to be at a loss on how to handle her shenanigans. That's what Governor Roosevelt called them, shenanigans. What he didn't want to say was that if Alice kept up her behavior, he'd be publicly shamed...
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 30, 2008 18:03:19 GMT -5
"Where would I go if I wanted to buy cigarettes? Stupid question, yes, but I'm the sheltered rich girl, remember?"
Scar turned to look out over the pier, trying to hide the smirk from his face. He found it more than a little amusing that a girl like her was asking a guy like him where to get cigarettes. He resisted the urge to laugh before turning to look at her again. "They aren't hard to find, lass, but I don't think you should go off buying them."
"Yes, but I left mine behind at one of the shops. She was being insufferable, as usual, so I went off here. She won't follow me; all she'll dare to do is go back to Manhattan to ask my father for advice on how to handle me."
"Ah, you'd like to be free? I know that feeling, I had to get away from my family. They were too controlling wanted me to be just like them." Scar smiled, trying to show the woman emp;athy. Of course when he had gotten sick of feeling smothered by his father and being beaten by him he had killed him but that was beside the point. Scar took another drag of his cigarette and studied Alice.
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Post by alice on Sept 1, 2008 11:53:22 GMT -5
"They aren't hard to find, lass, but I don't think you should go off buying them."
She was about to demand why not, but then considered. What would people think if she waltz into a general store and asked for a pack of cheap cigarettes? It would cast her in a bad light, and even though she wanted to be her own person, she didn't want to ruin her reputation. Not that badly anyway. She gave a small shrug. "I suppose not," she said, "but if I should want to smoke again, I could just ask someone for one." She figured that people who would have cigarettes would give her one if she asked.
"Ah, you'd like to be free? I know that feeling, I had to get away from my family. They were too controlling wanted me to be just like them."
"You, too?" she said. She didn't know people--not like her--would have a problem like she did. Without thinking, she asked, "What did they want you to be?" It didn't cross her mind then question might have been probing or rude. "And...how did you get away?" This was the answer she really wanted to know.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 3, 2008 11:37:03 GMT -5
Scar smiled, remembering exactly how he had gotten away from his parents. He turned his head towards the end of the pier and shrugged a bit. "Ah it was easy enough, they weren't the governor though." He gave her a smile, "Are things really that bad, lass? Maybe you could just stick it out for awhile longer. Besides if your father believes you should be educated, find a nice school far away and go there. Never know, you could meet the love of your life there." He took a drag of his cigarette, unsure as to why he was talking to her this way. But he figured it was more for the laugh of it later than anything else.
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Post by alice on Sept 3, 2008 16:01:56 GMT -5
"Ah it was easy enough, they weren't the governor though."
Alice had to agree. Because her father was such an important man...well, important men could do more things than a non-important man could. Governor Roosevelt could have every police force in the state on the lookout for her, or something like that. Order her picture in all the papers, if she ran away. With importance came power, and Theodore Roosevelt's power ranged too far and wide for Alice to get away from it easily. "I wish he wasn't," she said in reply to her current companion. "I wonder if things would have been better for me if I lived like those tenement families. No offense, if you happen to be one..." She knew very little about this man, and for the first time considered it was slightly strange for her to be talking to him.
"Are things really that bad, lass? Maybe you could just stick it out for awhile longer. Besides if your father believes you should be educated, find a nice school far away and go there. Never know, you could meet the love of your life there."
Alice scoffed, "Not a chance!" and tried her cigarette again. It was actually enjoyable, now that her lungs didn't feel as inflamed. "My father wants me to go away to a school somewhere. Do you know what they would do to me there? Everything that's being done here, only twice as worse." She knew that she would go to some finishing school or something. "When he tried to send me away I told him I would publicly humiliate him. That shut him up fairly quickly..." She didn't acknowledge what he'd said about the love of her life. What did he know about her life, or the love in it?
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 5, 2008 11:51:43 GMT -5
"I wish he wasn't, I wonder if things would have been better for me if I lived like those tenement families. No offense, if you happen to be one..." Scar laughed, "Don't worry bout it, lass, you haven't offended me in the slightest." He pondered over her thought for a moment before giving any introspect to it. "Well, you wouldn't be the person you are if you weren't raised the way you were. You never know what you could've been like. Could've had to work in a factory and died there, could've turned into one of those lasses who makes money by selling themselves." He was far from being preach-y, his words were more of a ramble because he often pondered the what if's of life. He figured she would know better than him but he also knew that a lot of your history is what molded you into the person you became when you were older. No matter how much you deny it. "My father wants me to go away to a school somewhere. Do you know what they would do to me there? Everything that's being done here, only twice as worse.""Well if everything is so messed up with the life you have, what's keeping you from running away to the west? Or farther south. There has to be someplace barren enough that your father can't find you." "When he tried to send me away I told him I would publicly humiliate him. That shut him up fairly quickly..." Scar laughed at the girls audacity, "You got some real spunk, lass. I don't think to many ladies of your standing would be so quick as to proclaim such a thing." He may not be rich but he knew the rich prided them on their reputation. Especially if her father was the governor and well on his way to presidancy. ((Sorry that took so long, I completely spaced on this thread. I have no idea why though.  )
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Post by alice on Sept 10, 2008 17:35:22 GMT -5
"Well, you wouldn't be the person you are if you weren't raised the way you were. You never know what you could've been like. Could've had to work in a factory and died there, could've turned into one of those lasses who makes money by selling themselves."
She considered. She didn't particularly like any of those ideas. "That's the idea," she insisted. "I don't know what I could have been like. Maybe I wouldn't be like I am now, but all the better. I would be happier, at least..." She didn't know which was the lesser of the two evils. Either be rich and miserable, or poor and some form of happy she didn't yet know. Either way, she knew it wouldn't be the best choice. What was, then...?
"Well if everything is so messed up with the life you have, what's keeping you from running away to the west? Or farther south. There has to be someplace barren enough that your father can't find you."
She shook her head, almost forlorn. "My father has ties to everyone in the entire government. Me running away would create a national scandal. What would I have to gain from it if I would just be found anyway?" She took another drag of her cigarette, slowly this time., enjoying it more as it burned low.
"You got some real spunk, lass. I don't think to many ladies of your standing would be so quick as to proclaim such a thing."
She grinned a bit. "In case you haven't realized," she said, her eyes gaining a slight twinkle, "I'm not most ladies."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 26, 2008 14:57:19 GMT -5
"That's the idea, I don't know what I could have been like. Maybe I wouldn't be like I am now, but all the better. I would be happier, at least..."
He gave her a smirk as she began to speak, "That's true you could've been a lot of things but it's better not to play that game with your life. Because there's always a downside to someone's life. No one has the perfect life that they love. I'm sure lots of people would want to be you and not realize all the reasons they shouldn't want to be you." He for one wanted to be rich but he didn't like being controlled which is why he was going to get rich by himself and be in control of other people in the long run. In all honesty he hadn't had the best outlook on life since he was a young lad. He'd known that life had a way of just turning around and biting you in the arse when you least expected it.
"My father has ties to everyone in the entire government. Me running away would create a national scandal. What would I have to gain from it if I would just be found anyway?"
Smirking he nodded his head, "Ah but do if you truly care about creating a scandal lass then you must love your father and not want to leave him that badly. Most people who want freedom want it at any cost and care very little about what the outcome would be." He looked out over the pier a million ideas running through his mind. It would truly be wonderful if he could convince the governors daughter to run away. He'd laugh about it for hours later. "There's more ways than one to get away from your family, lass. You could fake your death or a kidnapping. Simply leave now and toss something precious that would float over the pier. Even if they thought suicide they wouldn't talk of it with your father being who he was."
"In case you haven't realized, I'm not most ladies."
He shook his head and was tempted to light another cigarette but decided against it, "I've noticed."
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Post by z on May 19, 2009 19:40:51 GMT -5
>>>New Day<<<
Z stood at the end of the pier, looking out at the water, a smile pulling her lips up. The wind blew her hair this way and that. She laughed a piece went into her mouth and she pulled it out. The wind was warm but strong, she put a hand in her hair to keep it away from her face.
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Post by crispin on May 19, 2009 19:55:21 GMT -5
crispn made his way down the pier, stopping just a couple feet from the girl. He wasnt meaning to interrupt her or anything. He squatted down and then sat, letting his legs hang out over, glad they werent hitting the water. HE heard her giggle and looked up at her before looking back out over the water.
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Post by z on May 19, 2009 20:06:13 GMT -5
Z glanced over at the boy.
"Sorry, hair in the mouth." She grinned unabashedly and laughed.
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Post by crispin on May 19, 2009 20:09:04 GMT -5
He shrugged offering a friendly smile. "Its okay"he said. 'im Crispin'He offered. He figured it was only polite now since they were talking.
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Post by z on May 19, 2009 22:26:04 GMT -5
Z smiled kindly at the kid. Brushing the hair out of her face and glancing down at him.
"Nice to meet you, love. How is the selling for you today?" she asked.
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Post by bunky on Jun 3, 2009 1:02:07 GMT -5
((NEW DAY FOR RYLET))
Piper walked along the beach with her shoes in hand and the sand in between her toes. She loved that feeling, reminded her of childhood with things were innocent and loving. She moved her hair from her eyes as she walked, not having a worry or a care in the world for the first time in her life.
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