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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 1:14:12 GMT -5
When she noticed that he stepped back a little, she turned toward him more fully and looked at ease with him. She recognized Bolt from the Lodging House and had spoken to him off-handedly on a few occasions, but didn't really know him very well.
"Don't be silly," she smiled coyly, "the police couldn't stop me if they wanted to." She was being playful, but it was somewhat true. She'd become a mastermind at evading the bulls over the years, what with her profession. "I'm trying to read every book in the library, though, and I'm not to this one yet." She explained, where normally should probably would have kept it to herself. She felt like being social today, though.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 1:43:02 GMT -5
((Oh, I apologize. :] ))
Maeby was guilty of sometimes carrying a scowl, but in her line of work and with the way she was treated by other females, it wasn't nearly justified. Deeply, though, she just wished to have someone she could let her guard down with. It was exhausting, always having to be cautious of everything she said and every look she gave. The library was her refuge. The pages of books were her escape.
"Yeah, and its usually me." She winked, feeling her spirits lifting just to be having a civil conversation. She'd been striking out all week every time she'd attempted to talk to people. She didn't know if people were intimidated, jealous or just plain mean but she was having a particularly difficult time. She was beginning to prefer being chased by the police to running into Brooklyn girls.
When he asked her where she was on her mission, she quirked a brow and looked at him as she dragged her finger along the spines of the books for about two meters, then stopped and pulled out the book. "Here." Obviously, she had quite a ways to go before she could allow herself to read Jane Eyre. "I'm afraid if I skip about, I'll miss one by mistake." She admitted.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 2:00:05 GMT -5
He was right, the task before her did seem quite daunting at the moment. She frowned at the row of unread books as though this was clearly all their fault for being in her way. Still, she appeared to be considering Bolt's suggestion. For Maeby, that was rather a large deal. Normally, she would pretend not to care what others thought.
"Well," she reached out and accepted the book. It was VERY tempting, to say the least. Biting her lip lightly, she looked back at the other books before lifting her gaze to him. "Only if you promise to remind me where I left off. Okay?"
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 2:19:17 GMT -5
Bolt's playfulness won him a genuine smile that was almost shy, because it was so rare that someone could drag it out of her. Though the issue seemed resolved, she searched her mind quickly for some reason to keep talking with him. "So, are you here because of the price rise? I've been hearing a lot of Newsies talking about it." She mentioned as she started down the aisle toward the librarian's desk.
Let's just be honest, Maeby Murphy didn't give a hoot about the price of newspapers. She'd never been much of a Newsie. She liked to weave through the crowds undetected, not shout to them and draw attention.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 4:31:40 GMT -5
They travelled the length of the aisle and came to the desk, where Maeby handed over her book and her library card. The card was bent and worn out; like something that had been used many times but also kept in less than safe places when NOT in use. It had been folded, wetted, ripped and soiled. But the librarian took it with a bit of a scowl anyway.
"I work at McGinty's Pub." She told him lightly, "You should stop in for a pint sometime, I could do you one on the house." Believe it or not, she was completely oblivious to how flirtatious that had sounded. She was far from a flirt and rarely did that soft side prevail. "And, you know, I got things on the side, too." She shrugged, smiling mysteriously as she took her book and pocketed her card. She wasn't going to announce that she was a thief, obviously.
All he needed to know was that she would never pick HIS pocket.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 14:49:54 GMT -5
To hear that a guy didn't drink alcohol was probably the most unexpected thing she had heard of all day. Or all week, even. She looked him over curiously as she headed to the door with her newly rented book in hand. "Really?" It wasn't clear whether she though this a good or bad thing, though.
Personally, Maeby neither drank nor smoked. They were expensive habits that damaged and one made her mouth taste weird while the other made her feel entirely helpless for some reason. She HATED feeling helpless. "Where to now?" She asked a little playfully, perhaps pushing her luck by assuming he might want her to stick around.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 15:19:41 GMT -5
"No, just an unusual one." She smiled a little. Her brother, Zero, never drank to excess but he certainly drank a lot and could hold his liquor. She didn't think drinking bad, unless someone didn't know how to handle their drink and acted foolish. The less people drank, in her opinion, themore chance they had to keep themselves out of trouble.
"I guess I can put it off a little bit, if you wanted to eat." She shrugged, not acting overly excited because....well, she wasn't. Maeby got nothing but indecent propositions from men while working and wasn't a stranger to being asked out, yet she VERY rarely accepted. The only reason she was going to accept Bolt's invitation was because she suspected he wasn't looking for anything in return save for companionship.
"Did you have some place in mind?" She asked, one slender hand smoothing her dark green skirt while the other slid her book into the tattered messenger bag at her side. The motion was smooth and trained, as one who made a living slipping things into it without being noticed.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 15:35:21 GMT -5
One thing people would need to learn about Maeby Murphy was that she wasn't like the other girls. She didn't flaunt her curves, didn't flirt, didn't pick fights and didn't assume that every guy wanted her. She abhorred drama and, therefore, had very few female friends. When Bolt suggested his place, it never crossed her mind that he could be trying something underhanded.
"Do you cook?" She asked interestedly, smiling a little. He definitely wasn't what she'd expected, but it amused her. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he might find her attractive, and it would probably stay that way. "I could go for Italian." She allowed.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 3, 2008 20:04:22 GMT -5
"Oh, really." Maeby laughed lightly, "I'll be the judge of that." She teased him, feeling better than she had in days. If ever she'd had a bad week, it was this one. She'd not only gotten into an unnecessary and completely obnoxious scrape with the Delancey sister, but also had a less than friendly conversation with Spot Conlon.
"Lead the way." She gestured.
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