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Post by mabel on Jun 12, 2008 20:07:28 GMT -5
"Hey, having trouble,"
Mabel scowled, "No, I'm quite comfortable. Don't I look it?" Taking a deep breath, Mabel reminded herself that making biting remarks at the girl was uncalled for and unnecessary.
Upon pushing herself back to her feet, her right foot slipped once more causing her to stagger forward. Catching herself on one of the bridge supports, Mabel breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sorry," She said, nodding at Rebecca. "I banged my elbow pretty hard," she stated, as though that explanation excused her rudeness. But she had hit her elbow- an ugly bruise was already forming.
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Post by mabel on Jun 19, 2008 17:53:53 GMT -5
Mabel smiled tightly, shaking her head at Rebecca. "No, s'nothing serious... just hurts a bit."
Rubbing her 'battle wound', she continued to eye Rebecca. She was certain she hadn't seen the girl around the lodging house and thus, deduced that she was not from Manhattan... at least she hoped she wasn't... this could become quite the awkward encounter if Mabel had spoken to the girl before and forgotten all about it- awkward but not entirely unlikely.
"I'm Mabel Fitzpatrick and I lack coordination," she stated matter-of-factly, "What's your name?"
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Post by mabel on Jun 24, 2008 14:33:07 GMT -5
"Upstate New York- it's a really lovely place, really-" Realizing that Rebecca meant where she was staying in New York City, Mabel ceased with her rambling, "Oh, here, you mean? Manhattan..."
Pausing, Mabel tipped her head to the side "...unless, of course, you mean why I am under the bridge and that's because it was dreadfully hot and I was out trying to pawn these stupid things off on-" glancing down at the papers tucked under her arm, Mabel cursed. It was already late in the afternoon and if she didn't get these papers sold, she wouldn't be eating dinner any time soon.
"Oh, sorry, Rebecca-" And, with one last ungraceful trip, Mabel bolted off, boots untied and the newspapers under her arms looking as though they might slip at any moment.
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Post by dewey on Jul 28, 2008 20:34:30 GMT -5
((New Day))
Dewey had sold all of his papers for the day and was sitting under The bridge thinking. As much as he liked the big city, sometimes the lack of privacy got to him. That was one thing he missed about the country, there he could always find plenty of places to get away from the craziness of life when he had a few free moments but here... here the only place he could find it was under a smelly old bridge. Not that he didn't like the fact that there were a lot of people in New York, he loved it. It was definately a step up from only having two families living within a twenty mile radius. Especially when it came to the ladies. It was a definate upside to have more than one woman within walking distance who wasn't related to him. Though it did make them much harder to get, He had tried his cousin Malachai's method out several times over the years and it had never worked, even though Malachai had sworn by it. 'Maybe I should try ta come on a little easiah next time' he thought to himself 'Yeah, dat's what i'll do, Ta hell wit' Malachai's method' he decided mentally cursing his cousin for ever teaching it to him in the first place.
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Post by dots on Jul 28, 2008 20:39:01 GMT -5
Dots was walking under the bridge. She had finished selling her papers and decided to just walk around in the Bronx. She saw a boy who looked around her age, but wasn't to sure. But she kept walking and sat down under the bridge.
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Post by dewey on Jul 28, 2008 21:26:05 GMT -5
Dewey was still deep in thought when he heard someone walking over and eventually sitting down. He was startled and jumped up looking around to see who it was, almost immediately, he spotted a girl sitting across from him on the opposite side of the bridge. 'Dis is great' he thought enthusiastically 'dis is da perfect chance to try out my new method, ohh God must love me!' he took a deep breath to steady himself before walking over to the girl and leaning against the inside of the bridge next to her 'okay' he thought 'go easy on 'er, don' wanna scare 'er away' "So" he said spouting out the first thing that came to mind"I see I got anuddah membah in my little bridge club" he said, Immediately wishing he hadn't 'bridge club?' he thought smacking himself mentally 'could you have made a worse pun? dat was so stupid, she'll nevah talk ta us now! Good goin' brain!'
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Post by dots on Jul 28, 2008 21:51:14 GMT -5
Dots was startled when she saw the boy get up and walk over to her. I wonder what he wants, she thought. [
"So, I see I got anuddah membah in my little bridge club" Dots looked up to him and smiled.
"Hm..little bridge club, weird name, but yeah I guess. I'm just walkin' around. I finished sellin' my papes, I got nothin' else to do." She looked ahead of her, then smirked at the boy. "I'm Dots, what's yoah name?" Dots spit in her hand and held it out.
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Post by dewey on Jul 28, 2008 22:20:52 GMT -5
"Dewey" he replied, shocked at his success "Pleased ta meet ya" he said reciprocating her action. "So, ya come heah often?"
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Post by dots on Jul 28, 2008 22:27:25 GMT -5
"Dewey. Pleased ta meet ya. So, ya come heah often?"
"Nice to meet ya too. I come heah a lot, ya. Afta I sell my papes, this is the foist place I think of comin' to. It might be wierd, but it helps me relax if I'm stressed out."
Dots studied Dewey for a while. "How about you? Are you a Bronx newsie?"
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Post by dewey on Jul 28, 2008 22:40:26 GMT -5
"Yeah I'm a Bronx newsie, have been foah yeahs" he said smiling "an' don' worry,I don' t'ink it's weird at all dat ya like ta come heah, I do too. It's da only place I can get any peace an' quiet y'know?" he continued, starting to feel more confident about this new method 'who'da thunk it?' he thought, astonished 'dey actually want ya ta treat 'em normal'
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Post by dots on Jul 28, 2008 22:45:36 GMT -5
"Yeah I'm a Bronx newsie, have been foah yeahs. an' don' worry,I don' t'ink it's weird at all dat ya like ta come heah, I do too. It's da only place I can get any peace an' quiet y'know?"
Dots smiled at him. He's kind of cute, but I don't know how old he is...she thought. "I'm a Bronx newsie too. I've been one for five yeahs. You do? That's nice. Yeah I know, usually every where else, it's so loud you can't think 'bout anything."
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Post by dewey on Jul 28, 2008 23:03:57 GMT -5
"Yeah" he said understandingly "I used ta live on a farm, so when I foist came heah, it was a little ovahwhelming ta say da least."
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Post by dots on Jul 28, 2008 23:05:39 GMT -5
"I used ta live on a farm, so when I foist came heah, it was a little ovahwhelming ta say da least."
"Yeah. So, how old are ya Dewey?" Dots wanted to start a conversation, and didn't want an awkward silence.
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Post by dewey on Jul 28, 2008 23:11:08 GMT -5
"thirteen"answered Dewey, smiling "How 'bout you?" he asked playing absent mindedly with a lone piece of grass sprouting between the stones that lined the area beneath the bridge.
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Post by dots on Jul 28, 2008 23:12:37 GMT -5
"thirteen, How 'bout you?" Dewey smiled at her.
Dots smiled back to him. "I'm fourteen."
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