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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Aug 1, 2008 16:09:41 GMT -5
Lexi listened intently and nodded with a few things she said, but knew she probably wouldn't be able to talk much about her parents with perfect stranger. When he mentioned that they have a lot in common, she barely heard it and he changed topics so quickly she wasn't sure that that's what he'd said. Avalanche was very good at hiding what he was feeling but Lexi was more perceptive than that and understood that the turn the conversation had taken wasn't one with which he was comfortable. She placed her hand on his arm, reassuringly for a moment before removing. "I will, although you've given me several very good ideas. Thank you Alex."
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Post by Avalanche on Aug 2, 2008 1:56:52 GMT -5
Avalanche simply smiled as though there wasn't anything wrong with anything that had just happened. "you are most welcome m'lady," he said nodding and pretending to give an elaborate bow as he smiled brightly, and never once stopped walking.
"I wish you the best of luck in your job search. He stopped suddenly. "I do believe... this is your lodging house?" he almost missed it, he'd been so involved in the conversation. He had enjoyed talking to her.
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Aug 2, 2008 11:51:58 GMT -5
Lexi looked to her side and laughed, "Yeah your right it is. Thank you again! For walking me and for the conversation, you've been so helpful." Lexi would have missed it as well and that surprised her a bit, that she was so caught up in the conversation she would have missed her lodging house entirely. "It was a pleasure meeting you and getting to know you. Don't be a stranger, okay?"
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Post by Avalanche on Aug 4, 2008 9:36:18 GMT -5
Avalanche nodded. "I'll try and come back and see you," he said to her with a bright and charming smile. "And good luck to you, job hunting tomorrow. If you're ever in Brooklyn, look me up. If I'm not home I'll be down at the docks, probably working," he added with a small chuckle. "And careful not to get yourself lost," he said chuckling, "there may be a map of the Bronx around here somewhere," he added. "Good Evening Miss Alexandreia Halliway."
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Aug 4, 2008 9:55:43 GMT -5
Lexi smiled and gave him a wave as she walked through the gate, "Good evening, be careful walking home, okay?" She shut the gate and turned to walk towards the lodging house before thinking better and turning to glance at him one more time. "Thanks for all the tips, they'll come in handy tomorrow." With that said she turned and headed inside the lodging house for some much needed rest if she was just going to start this process all over again the next day.
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Post by frenchie on Aug 23, 2008 21:36:38 GMT -5
New Day
It was late afternoon and Frenchie had yet to finish selling her newspapers. This was probably because she hadn't bought any papers today.
When the price of newspapers rose, Frenchie continued to purchase her papers for a few days, but the increase in price didn't do well for a poor girl. For the last three days, she'd avoided buying papers, living off the extra money she'd saved from before the price hike. Unfortunately, it wasn't very much extra money and she hoped that perhaps the prices would magically lower overnight and she could begin selling again. Though she tried to keep her thoughts optimistic, Frenchie was aware that it was a hope in vain.
She had yet to hear any word from Jack about the situation and Frenchie wasn't one for thinking on her feet (or at all, usually), so she decided to hold off on buying papers until Jack gave the word on what was going to happen. She automatically assumed that a second strike would occur; between Jack and David having lead the last strike and the rumors of another floating around the city, it wasn't exactly foolish of her to assume that one was going to happen. Nevertheless, she awaited a formal word on the matter.
Walking alongside the water, Frenchie absentmindedly kicked a small rock as she went. There was a shout from the bridge above and she looked up to see what the commotion was about. The sun was shining particularly brightly and Frenchie moved a hand up to shield her eyes. Trying to avoid getting sun in her eyes was a good idea. Continuing to walk and not watching where she was going was a bad one.
It had been less than a minute ago that Frenchie had shifted her gaze from her feet to the bridge and even in such a short amount of time, she'd managed to trip over a fallen branch, lose her balance, and fall, landing in the water. She shrieked (though it sounded more like a surprised squeak) partially because she'd just tripped and fallen and partially because she was quite wet and the water was not exactly warm.
Hastily clambering to her feet, Frenchie stomped out of the water and onto the shore. Spotting the branch that had tripped her, she scowled and gave it a hard kick. This did more damage to Frenchie's foot than to the branch, though. She hopped about for a moment, holding her foot and making a complete fool out of herself. Finally, she sighed and sat down on the branch, gathering up her skirt and wringing it out. Frenchie had never been particularly graceful.
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Post by shades on Aug 24, 2008 7:15:02 GMT -5
Shades was taking a stroll around Bronx for the day trying to clear his head. He had been very upset about the rise of the papers, but he had heard that Spot and Prince want to strike, but the only real problem is Jack. Sure, Dodger doesn't want to strike either, but we could get as many extra kids as we could want.
He was staring at the ground when he heard a splash. Glancing up, Shades noticed a girl who looked his age that had either really wanted to swim, or she fell according to the branch on the ground that he finally noticed. He grabbed his hat and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and put the hat back on; watching her struggle to get out of the water and give the kick a stick, only getting herself hurt in the process.
When she sat down to wring out her skirt, he went over and sat next to her. He glanced at the stick and said, "Are ya okay? " Thinking for a second, he laughed, "I could break the stick for ya if ya would like." Glancing up at her, he took in her full features. Thinking she was cute, he said, "I'm Shades, it's nice ta meetcha." He tipped his hat and held out his hand.
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Post by frenchie on Aug 25, 2008 1:19:33 GMT -5
As the boy sat down next to her, Frenchie looked up from her skirt, giving him a quick smile, before continuing to squeeze the fabric, drenching the ground with the excess water.
"Are ya okay? "
"Oh, yes," she said. "I'm fine. Just a little damp." She glanced at the boy, still twisting her skirt, in an attempt to rid it of water, but it seemed that she'd done all she could. Nevertheless, she continued to wring it out, though the task had become far more strenuous, as she was just roughly pulling at the skirt now. "It's my fault, though," she explained. "I wasn't watching where I was going and, well, I guess this is what happens when you lose your balance next to a river." She grinned sheepishly, gesturing to her soaking outfit.
"I could break the stick for ya if ya would like."
Frenchie smiled and shook her head, chuckling. "Oh, no, that won't be necessary. I'm just a little clumsy, that's all." She paused and then added, "But thank you for the offer, though I'm sure the branch doesn't appreciate it." Sighing, she dropped her skirt, deciding that she'd done all she could for the time being.
"I'm Shades, it's nice ta meetcha."
"I'm Frenchie," she said. She extended a hand to shake his, but quickly realized that it was wet and withdrew it, wiping it dry on the sleeve of her blouse. With a nervous laugh, she took his hand after having dried her own. "It's nice to meet you too, Shades."
She looked pensive for a moment (a rather rare occurrence) and then said, "Shades...that's an interesting name- why're you called that?" Most other people, newsies in particular, would have assumed that it was a nickname. Frenchie, on the other hand, merely assumed that Shades' parents had very unique taste in names and couldn't help but wonder why they'd decided to call him that in particular.
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Post by shades on Aug 25, 2008 1:33:29 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just a little damp. It's my fault, though, I wasn't watching where I was going and, well, I guess this is what happens when you lose your balance next to a river."
"Yeah I guess so, I've done it a few times myself." Shades smiled at her and started to chuckle a bit when she was trying to wring her whole skirt out, but it looked more like she was choking it until it dies. "Ya gunna try and kill the thing? Or are ya gunna let it dry?" He asked with a broad smile on his face.
"Oh, no, that won't be necessary. I'm just a little clumsy, that's all. But thank you for the offer, though I'm sure the branch doesn't appreciate it."
He shook his head, "Aw no, it was my pleasure. In my fantasy world, I love breaking sticks for the fun of it." He smirked at her, but he blushed realizing how stupid he was acting in front of Frenchie.
"I'm Frenchie, It's nice to meet you too, Shades. Shades...that's an interesting name- why're you called that?"
Still smiling as she wiped her hand then shook his, he said, "Frenchie...Frenchie.." As if testing it out. When he noticed he was mumbling her name to himself, he looked at the ground and gave a slight cough. "Ah...the name. Well, I kind of was always in the shade, I hardly ever like the light. But only once was when I actually went out. I am usually very pale. "
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Post by frenchie on Aug 26, 2008 21:48:47 GMT -5
"Ya gunna try and kill the thing? Or are ya gunna let it dry?"
"Goodness, no!" She smoothed out her skirt. "I was just trying to get out the extra water, is all. That makes it dry faster." This was common knowledge, but Frenchie felt that explaining her actions made her seem like she knew what she was doing and therefore made her look smart. It wasn't necessarily true, but it was a small self-esteem booster.
"Aw no, it was my pleasure. In my fantasy world, I love breaking sticks for the fun of it."
Frenchie was no genius, but she had enough brains to note that this was an...odd statement, to say the least. "I- I beg your pardon?" She raised her eyebrows. Perhaps she had misheard. "Silly me- I thought you said that you, er, break sticks in your, um...fantasy world," she finished lamely. It sounded strange just saying it, so she must have been mistaken. Granted that if she was, she sounded quite foolish repeating what she thought she'd heard.
"Ah...the name. Well, I kind of was always in the shade, I hardly ever like the light. But only once was when I actually went out. I am usually very pale. "
"Oh, I see." Frenchie nodded. "I suppose it quite suiting then, isn't it?" She smiled, smoothing out her skirt again. "At least the sun's out," she said cheerfully. "I'm sure this will be dry in no time." She gestured to her outfit. "If I had to choose any day to have to sit out in the sun to dry off, I'd choose this one. It's just lovely out!" Frenchie really wasn't the brightest candle burning at all. She wasn't a bad person, though, so her simple-mindedness was too horrible of a trait.
Pushing back her hair, she asked, "So, where are you from, Shades? I live in Manhattan. I work at- well, I'm a news-girl, actually, so I work wherever there are customers, I guess. I sell papers and, well, that's all I sell, really." She smiled sheepishly. "It's not very glamorous, no, but it makes some money." Except for at the moment, when Frenchie was avoiding selling papers. The lack of money was quickly catching up to her, though, and she was slightly worried about what would happen if the prices didn't go down.
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Post by shades on Aug 26, 2008 22:06:22 GMT -5
"I- I beg your pardon? Silly me- I thought you said that you, er, break sticks in your, um...fantasy world,"
Shades eyes widened, and practically his whole body froze and blushed. He looked at the ground and coughed a few times, then said, "Nevah mind.." How stupid am I? He thought to himself.
"So, where are you from, Shades? I live in Manhattan. I work at- well, I'm a news-girl, actually, so I work wherever there are customers, I guess. I sell papers and, well, that's all I sell, really."
He smiled a bit, but didn't stop blushing. "I'm a newsboy as well. Except I'm in Brooklyn, harder den Manhattan I can tell ya dat."
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