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Post by scaper on Jan 19, 2008 20:14:17 GMT -5
"Nice shoes." He said casually. Looking around the theater, he noticed that the dancer's were getting ready for rehearsals. Medda would be out soon.
"I'm sure Medda will let you dance. Theater's are always looking for new dancers. If not, Mrs.LeFleur over at Caprice Hall in Queen's will give you a shot. Though she is a bit tougher." The girl was nice, he thought she deserved her chance at becoming a dancer.
Clarence let out a light laugh. "You mean you liked to explore, and now your a ballet dancer?" He shook his head. Women, they would never make sense, no matter what age.
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Post by starsage on Feb 6, 2008 23:32:23 GMT -5
Starsage walked into Medda's. She needed a job and she loved to sing and dance. So, why not Medda's? She looked around and saw a few dancers getting ready and a couple talking. She did not see anyone that looked like they were in charge. She decided to sit and wait. She was not nervous, she never was. Besides if she didn't make it here...there was always other theaters. She just sat and waited.
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Post by Medda on Mar 29, 2009 15:25:26 GMT -5
Medda cleaned off the side table and muttered to herself, she didn't know if she'd just been having a rough week or if she was beginning to really dislike some of the people she had working for her. It was probably just a bad week though Medda's disposition had never been so horrible before and she wasn't one to be upset by the little things like she had been lately. Then again the latest girl she'd hired seemed to be lazier than anyone she had ever worked with before. For gods sake here she was cleaning up the tables when it should have been taken care of the night before.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 6, 2009 21:13:16 GMT -5
"Medda?" Dutchy walked in, slipping his hat off, and spotted her at the table, cleaning it herself. "Sorry, Toby just let me in. Told me you were back here." He shoved his hand in the back of his pants quickly and immediately rushed to her side to help her clear the table.
Dutchy wasn't the most talkative of fellas, but his heart was always in the right place, mostly. But more so than talking with regular people he had some trouble talking to girls. Newsie girls were okay, there was a common denominator with sellin' papers and surviving, but with... well, other girls. And if anyone knew anything about girls it was Miss Medea Larkson. The wisest girl he knew. He always thought of her as he did of the memory of his mother and older sister and was never disappointed. Medea seemed to love her newsies as if she had to personally care after each and everyone. And for that they loved her immensely. The fact that she was an absolute knock-out helped too. And Dutchy felt very proud of himself for being able to talk to her without getting nervous or blushing... too much.
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Post by Medda on Apr 7, 2009 17:41:38 GMT -5
Medda turned to Dutchy when he walked over to help her and flashed him a bright, appreciative smile. "Thank you, Dutchy, you always were a gentleman." She took the few mugs in her hands over to the bar and set them down. "And you can come here anytime you want, you boys know that. I love having all of you around."
She turned to look back at Dutchy and thanked him again for his help. "It's been a little hectic around here lately, it's nice to get a little help."
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Post by dutchy on Apr 8, 2009 17:50:40 GMT -5
"Oh, it's not a problem, Medda. And we love being around you," Dutchy replied and blushed slightly, carrying the dishes to the bar. "Any time you need any help, just let us know." He paused, "I thought you just hired some girls?"
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Post by Medda on Apr 9, 2009 13:38:45 GMT -5
Medda bit back a sigh, not wanting to show her annoyance at the new girls she'd hired. "I did hire a few new girls, two of which decided not to come to work for their shifts so we are a little short handed again." Medda smiled at Dutchy and pushed a piece of hair out of her face, "I can make due though, I'm sure someone will come in sooner or later looking for a job. That's how the city is."
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Post by dutchy on Apr 9, 2009 23:50:27 GMT -5
"Well... I know we couldn't help out as much as you'd need..." Dutchy shrugged a little, seeing how rather disappointed she was. "Or as much as we'd like.... But a friend of mine might be able to help out. Her parents were actors, actually. Her father still is. Traveling. Matthew Rippy?"
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Post by Medda on Apr 10, 2009 7:29:26 GMT -5
"Hmmm...that name sounds very familiar." She racked her brain to try to match the name to a face, but she simply couldn't. "Well, if she needs the money send her over and I'll see if she's a fit here." Medda smiled, glad that Dutchy had stopped by.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 10, 2009 12:58:04 GMT -5
Dutchy smiled, "Sure thing... Actually she doesn't need the money, so I'm not even sure if she'll even take it. She lives with her uncle. A doctor. He makes enough, but she just misses the theater, I guess." Dutchy was seemingly unnaturally talkative today.
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Post by Medda on Apr 12, 2009 10:42:59 GMT -5
Medda smiled, "Very well then if you send her over we can talk about her working here." Medda felt somewhat relieved and was very glad to be so close with the newsies. They always helped her out when they could and they gave her great business. She loved them all like her own children.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 12, 2009 12:46:02 GMT -5
Dutchy smiled to her, then shrugged, "Well, I just came to see how you were and... Anything special planned soon, Medda?"
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Post by Medda on Apr 14, 2009 10:50:38 GMT -5
Medda smiled, "Thank you for reminding me, would you let Jack know that I'm planning a big get together in three weeks." She was so excited about it, she'd been working on the music for it for about a month and was absolutely in love with it. "It will be a good time.'
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Post by dutchy on Apr 16, 2009 13:37:54 GMT -5
Dutchy grinned, "Oh, I bet it will." He paused, "That's it? Just a big get together?" He said teasingly, "No special occasion for it?"
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Post by Medda on Apr 17, 2009 18:00:03 GMT -5
Medda laughed, "You know me, there's no need for a special occassion. But mark my words any newsie that misses it is going to regret it for months." Medda grinned, knowing no newsie in their right mind missed one of her special performances unless they absolutely couldn't help it.
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