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Post by Administrator on Jan 5, 2008 18:41:20 GMT -5
Need a snack?
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Post by criol on Jul 20, 2008 16:31:07 GMT -5
Alanna had seen the price raise and she sighed, she needed to find Peem and find out what was really going on. The idea of her living at the lodging house threw this was-- not looking good and a part of her was ready to go home for the summer. She needed to go home for the summer-- she needed to find Peem and get someone to tell her it wasn't wrong to want to be home... she sighed, she was growing beyond her childhood.
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Post by flea on Aug 2, 2008 17:29:09 GMT -5
[NEW]
It was something of an adjustment trying to go from the confinement of the orphanage to the freedom of the streets, but being that she'd already been through so much, it seemed that Flea was finally learning how to be adaptable to her situations. Even so, her frailty would always be a factor and she was currently feeling weakened by struggling to make her way. Sure, she had her big sister back to care for her, but times were hard and she had to help out.
On this particular day, the slender child was attempting to sell an assortment of collected buttons and paper flowers to passersby, using her innocent aura and pleasurable persona as a selling tactic. She found that the ladies were apt to take pity upon her, buying buttons they probably didn't need or flowers they would later toss in a gutter. Still, every penny counted and she was always so proud to present her earnings, however meager, to Cricket.
Cricket was currently waitressing inside the diner that Flea remained just outside of, and it was decided that she shouldn't wander very far from view. Flea Petherbridge was, by nature, a very curious and imaginative little girl and when she saw a boy passing with a book in hand, she felt the need to perhaps make a friend. Besides, she was at that time in her life when boys were cute and she hoped maybe he might read some of his book to her to pass the time.
Flea ran a bit to catch up to him, stopping a few feet from to make herself more presentable. Smoothing her favourite red dress girlishly, she readjusted the basket on her arm and finally addressed him sweetly. "Excuse me, sir." She smiled, having to walk a bit fast so that his longer legs didn't leave her behind. "Can I give you a flower?" She extended a paper flower to him sheepishly
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Post by flick on Aug 19, 2008 23:23:19 GMT -5
~New~
Flick was walking down the street hands in his pocket and whistling in his normal cheerful mood, though the look in his eyes said he was up to no good, as usually he was bored. He looked around the street and was trying to find his next victim. Now he wasn't a theif he just liked to cause trouble and if he got away with it all the better, because when he took something he could usually use it.
He glanced at the pretzle stand and didn't recognize the working so that would be a bit of a challenge if he was smart. He looked at all the people passing by and the bulls weren't around.
He never stopped walking just walked right by the petzle cart and swiftly took a pretzle. With a small small he walked down a block and looked at his prize. Taking a bit he looked around.
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Post by mooch on Aug 20, 2008 0:33:21 GMT -5
Mooch sat on the edge of the curb near the pretzel cart. Spooky had made friends with the kids who were buying pretzels and was being spoiled as they threw him pieces in exchange for him meowing and rolling around on the ground. She rolled her eyes as she watched him and didnt notice the other boy approaching. She happened to glance up just as he walked by and because she was good at what she did she could see exactly what the boy did. She rolled her eyes when the man working the cart didnt even notice when it was so painfully obvious to her. She smirked, stood quickly, and took off after him. She knew spooky would follow so there was no need to call him and make extra noise as she began to follow the boy who stole the pretzel. She caught up to him which wasnt that easy seeing as he was much taller than her and she had to walk quickly just to match his stride. "dat any good?" she asked nonchanlantly.
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Post by flick on Aug 20, 2008 1:58:46 GMT -5
Startled Flick glanced down at the girl and nodded, "Dis is very good." He smirked and motioned to her with the pretzle, "Ya want some...uh kid?" He took another piece of and ate it himself then returned the pretzle so that it was closer to her if she decided to take a piece. He noticed a cat tagging along behind her and he grinned. "Don't tell me i have ta offeh dat cat some too? If i keep havin' ta give my food ta everyone how am i gonna eat, huh," he teased.
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Post by mooch on Aug 20, 2008 2:40:37 GMT -5
Her smirk widened when she saw that she had startled him. She started to nod when he asked if she wanted some but when the words "uh kid" came out she turned to glare at him, the left side of her mouth turned down in frusteration. "Don call me kid." she said her voice a little harsher than she'd meant it to be. She realized her tone and relaxed it a little before adding, "Sorry, it's just dat people call me dat a lot." She paused, ripping off a small piece of the pretzel that was held towards her, and then grumbled, "I'm fifteen. Not my fault i'm short." She ripped the small piece into two even smaller chunks and ate one of them. She wanted it to last a little more than one bite seeing as she didnt want to eat all of the pretzel. She gave a small smile at his comment on the cat and replied, "nah you don gotta give him nuttin. He's had plently today. Sometimes i think he eats bettah den i do." She rolled her eyes at his teasing and teased back, "No one said ya had ta share your oh-so-skillfully stolen pretzel."
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Post by flick on Aug 20, 2008 11:28:17 GMT -5
"Oh ya not a kid then is dat right?" He asked trying to not laugh. He never understood why everyone hated being called kid, it could work to their advantage in so many ways. But who was he to inform them that it was to their advantage. He grinned down at her when she mention his theft and then frowned, "Are ya insultin' my skills, I just don't think dats fair. I thought it was artfully done are ya gonna say i'm a liah?" He notice her only take a little and took another piece and then handed the rest to her, "Here take it i'm not gonna finish it."
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Post by mooch on Aug 21, 2008 1:25:18 GMT -5
"Yeah dats right." She said and snickered. She managed to pause and say "artfully?" before she burst into a fit of giggles. "yeah i'd say youse a liah." She faltered for a moment when he handed the rest of the pretzel to her. She didnt usually talk to random strangers, or anyone really, and she definetely wasn't used to people being nice enough to offer her food. "not gonna finish?" the words came out as more of a question than a statement. "you sure...?" she asked as she wondered if he'd eaten anything else that day. She'd had an apple earlier int he morning so if this was all he'd eaten then she didnt want to take it from him though she had to admit she was getting hungry again.
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Post by flick on Aug 21, 2008 18:36:52 GMT -5
"Well thank ya very much," He said trying to pretend he was deeply hurt, when he was suppressing a smile of his own. He continued to hold the pretzle out to her and when she didn't take it he sighed. "Now are ya gonna hoit my feelings even more and not eat dis? It will go to waste if youse don't take it." Flick was being his usual heroic self he just couldn't help it, guess it was how he was raised. When she still didn't take it he walked over to a can and looked back at her to see if she was going to change her mind. "Ya gonna take it or not?"
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Post by mooch on Aug 22, 2008 2:17:52 GMT -5
She was still hesitant but her stomach was complaining at what seemed like her refusal to take the pretzel and she kind of felt like if she didnt take it he would guilt trip her more. She sighed, defeated, and took a step towards him. A smirk appeared on her face as she stopped next to him. "wouldn't wanna hoit dose delicate feelins would i?" she teased as she held her hand out.
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Post by flick on Aug 24, 2008 23:49:30 GMT -5
With a satisified smile he said, "No ya wouldn't i just don't think i could take to much of dat." He set the remaining pretzle into her hand still smirking and then looked down at the cat. "Now whats wit da cat?" Flick didn't really like cats that much but he could stand them, figured it was part of the New York life. "And whacha doin' heah?"
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Post by mooch on Aug 26, 2008 15:14:39 GMT -5
Moochs fingers curled around the rest of the pretzel that flick placed in her hand. She smiled, "Thank you." She ripped a small piece off and ate it. She watched him look at spooky and almost laughed when he commented. It didnt sound like he thought very highly of the cat. "Spooky? well, he's my tagalong" She smiled. "I learned da hard way not to feed stray cats" She glanced down at the pretzel in her hand and chuckled, "Good thing im not a cat huh?." She took another small piece and ate it, she had a habit of eating little pieces just in case she wanted to save some for later. "Whatcha mean what'm i doin heah? Free country innit?"
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Post by flick on Aug 26, 2008 18:01:20 GMT -5
"Probably a good thing ya aint ya wouldn't have any of dat pretzle if ya were I'da ate it no mattah how full I was," Flick replied with his easy grin. Then he looked down at the cat, "Whats with Spooky what kinda name is dat for a cat?" He was thinkin' of different names for the cat, like 'dirty' and 'theif'. Flick really didn't like cats.
"May be a free country but still dis is a place where ya will get caught foh not even doin' nothin'," he stated a smirk on his face. "Don't ya no dat?"
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Post by mooch on Aug 31, 2008 14:27:18 GMT -5
Mooch chuckled, "good thing" she repeated and popped the last of the pretzel into her mouth. "I'd be one hungry cat" She added quietly. She smiled when he asked about spookys name, a lot of people asked the same question. "He likes ta jump outta da shadows when i'm not expectin it and it spooks me sometimes so i started callin 'im spooky."
Mooch nodded, "yeah i know dat. It stinks." She said furrowing her brow remembered a time that someone had yelled at her for stealing an apple when really she had just been selling papes and a little rich kid had stolen it. She of course got the blame not because she had stolen the apple but because she was a nothing little street rat.
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