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Post by magenta on Sept 10, 2008 20:15:52 GMT -5
Smiling and blushing a bit, she said, "Alright. We can go to Morris Park." Taking his hand, which she always does, no matter who it is, she started to pull him. "Come on, ya said you were hungry." Magenta started to giggle uncontrollably.
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Post by rocky14 on Sept 11, 2008 12:46:49 GMT -5
Hiccup laughed a bit, "Giggle fit much?" he said. Hiccup clung to his bag and Magenta pulled his hand. His stomach grumbled hungrily, begging for food.
Alright. We can go to Morris Park."
Hiccup thought hard, trying to remember where Morris Park was. "Uh, yah okay." he mumbled, un-knowingly.
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Post by magenta on Sept 11, 2008 13:18:07 GMT -5
She smiled teethly. "Yes, all the time!"
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Post by rocky14 on Sept 11, 2008 17:31:53 GMT -5
Hiccup smiled and ran of Webster Avenue with Magenta in his hand.
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Post by paulie on Oct 11, 2008 3:29:28 GMT -5
(New day)
Ahh the smell of young love was in the air and it was making Paulie sick already. How many times had he told those snot nosed dirty little newsies urchants to stay off his stoop. It wasnt a hang out for dirty children it was where he had his smoke. If they wanted to play they should go out in the street and do it. They were lucky he wasnt suffering from the urge to smoke yesterday when they had been hanging out there. No he had been checking out one of the new tenants as she moved in. Now there was a pass time worth perusing.. He took along drag from his smoke and flicked the ash on the ground. Now where was that one newsie with his newspaper? He leaned back on his stoop and watched a man with his dog on a lease and his wife on his arm. "Hey pally arent you suppose to be walking your dog not your wife?" He got a mean look and he just smirked. "Yeah thats right keep walking bub!"
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 11, 2008 3:33:30 GMT -5
Naomi was walking up the sidewalk as she heard the handyman making a whole lot of noise. Her brow went up and a slow smirk worked it's way across her face as he was tossing out that insult, shaking her head she didn't even bother with the fake southern accent she used at her new job. Medda Larkson knew she wasn't southern-- but it sold.
She pulled the smokes out of her pocket and pulled one from the pack, digging around for a light she swore rather roundly whens he found she'd left her matches.
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Post by paulie on Oct 11, 2008 3:44:51 GMT -5
Thinking of the she devil... there she was in the flesh and what lovely flesh it was. He reached into his pocket and took out a fancy lighter he had taken off a rich man when the man had challenged him to a fight. He loved it when rich people thought they could fight. They got all huffy and rolled up there sleeves saying such things like 'you sir are a complete ass.' or 'upon my honor you will regret those words you... you hooligan.' He even let them have the first bunch but he always beat them down in the end and took their stuff. He had gotten plenty a fancy doohickey off rich man including this here rare lighter and a gold watch. He swore he got more out of lifting their wallets then keeping the apartments from falling over.
He leaned over and lit the thing. It had taken him a while to figure out how to do that one too but it was a lot more impressive with the gals then a match. "Here let me help you out." He said lighting her smoke for her and then letting the flame go out as he took a drag from his own smoke.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 11, 2008 3:51:12 GMT -5
She lit her smoke from his lighter and took a deep drag before blowing the smoke out to the wind, "Thanks." She didn't bother with the accent, she'd had this guy help her move what meager possession she had into her apartment. She turned her back to him and leaned against the rail to enjoy her smoke. She could have been called a suffragette, many of her kind smoked in public because men saw it as dangerous. She just wanted a smoke.
"She looked more like a horse than a dog," she remarked offhandedly as she took another drag.
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Post by paulie on Oct 11, 2008 3:54:31 GMT -5
A smirk crept across his lips. Now there is a woman after his own heart. Beautiful and didnt mind insulting people. He could get used to that. He snorted and took another long drag exhaling slowly. "Nah horses are beautiful stupid creatures. He should have put the lease on the woman and walked the dog on his arm it would have made a nicer picture."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 11, 2008 3:57:18 GMT -5
Her lips made an ooo, sound like it was an amusing insult and she continued to watch the street, taking another slow drag from her cigarette. "Oooh, I mean the wrong end of one. I have to say I've never seen a pretty horses ass..." She sounded like gutter trash when she wasn't careful and the truth of it was she didn't care what Paulie thought of her mouth at the moment.
She was enjoying her cigarette.
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Post by paulie on Oct 11, 2008 4:07:05 GMT -5
He was gutter trash so it just made him more accepting. He smirked and watched another man go by. "Hey you. My friend here's never seen a pretty horses ass. Go stand next to that merchants jack ass's ass and just show her how nice it can look in comparison." He shouted and chuckled as the man hurried off. Its too bad he didnt get any men swinging yet he could use a few extra bucks.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 11, 2008 4:08:26 GMT -5
She tried not to laugh but failed, "So I'm your friend huh? No, he wasn't pretty at all-- reminded me of a gutted trout with that face..."
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Post by paulie on Oct 11, 2008 4:11:12 GMT -5
He's smirk widened into a grin. She had a nice laugh she really did. Kind of like bells but less sappy. "Well your better then those smuts... whats your name anyways?" He had memorized everyone that lived in the apartments it wasnt worth his time. She was a special case.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 11, 2008 4:13:31 GMT -5
"Soph--- Naomi, It's Naomi Anderson.." she didn't feel like lying to him and giving him her stage name. She was enjoying his company. She moved down, sitting beside him that showed a level of comfort she rarely showed to anyone.
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Post by paulie on Oct 11, 2008 4:15:15 GMT -5
"So... let me guess your not from the south either." He head heard the fake accent a west philly accent seemed much more fitting even if she could pull of the look of a southern bell. "Paulie... just Paulie."
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