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Post by maggie on Feb 2, 2007 12:51:33 GMT -5
Maggie sighed. "Okay...okay Shi..." She would find Blake and tell him, as she half helped half dragged Shiloh out of the mill.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Feb 6, 2007 14:07:42 GMT -5
"Your my only friend.." As sad and true as the statement was it still left her reeling, she furrowed her brow and coughed into her handkerchief, her body wrecked with them before she got determined and started giving more help. She needed to at least get to this Quarantine before she passed out.
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Post by maggie on Mar 19, 2007 16:51:17 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Maggie grumbled, kicking at one of the machines with her thick boot. "Stop tryin' to eat my fingers!" She tossed her gloves down with a start and put her hair up in a messy bun, working on getting the fabric out of the loom. Some stupid new boy had jammed the machine and she had been sent to fix it. Of course, every time she pulled the machine pulled back, nearly taking off her fingers twice.
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Post by benji on Mar 19, 2007 17:13:39 GMT -5
Benji watched her with a soft grin on his face, Benji hadn't ever done this kind of work before. He was a moonshiner. Not a factery boy. He sighed, "Sorry, cher. This is all new to me.." he gave her a grin and took her hands, looking at her fingers. "I'm a moonshiner, cher, so this isn't exactly my idea of fun.." He leaned over and pulled the machine back, quirking his brow as the machine snapped like a mad dog.
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Post by maggie on Mar 19, 2007 17:21:50 GMT -5
Maggie chuckled and shook her head. "That aint no excuse, sir. Is not from here either--but I'm not ruining machines and trying to harm lasses like me. Just ain't hunky dory." She raised an eyebrow as he looked at her fingers. "My face ain't on my fingers, lad. Or maybe all that southern moonshine rotted your head." She smirked and took her bruised fingers from him, laughing as the machine bit at him. "I'm Maggie by the way. Looks like I'm gonna have to be your little teacher."
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Post by benji on Mar 20, 2007 2:57:56 GMT -5
Benji's grin widened, "Hate to tell you, Maggie, but none of my teachers were nearly as cute as you.." He chuckled as he finally managed to get the machine moved back without it biting at him. "Benjamin Walker.. but everyone always called me Banji.."
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Post by maggie on Mar 20, 2007 10:20:19 GMT -5
Maggie blushed slightly then started laughing. "Ahh the compliments of a southerner...ye all think ye have gilded tongues. I bet the gals just fall at your feet." She winked. "But I'm on to your game." She stood next to him and started showing him how to thread and work the machine without jamming it. "Please to meet you Benji." She paused. "Hmm...Creloe, right?"
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Post by benji on Mar 20, 2007 23:41:45 GMT -5
He raised a brow, and then laughed, nodding, "Mais, yes. On my father's side at least, my maman is strict French, hails from France.." She was a pretty thing, he couldn't help but watch. Benji had never been one to hide it when he'd found a girl attractive, or smart. She was both. He smiled at her, "I am what I am, cher. Southern boy charm."
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Post by maggie on Mar 21, 2007 10:19:33 GMT -5
Maggie chuckled. "Aye...but unlike most girls, I'm not going to fawn over you for it." She looked up at him with her brown eyes glittering, little flecks of gold in them. "There were many of your kind in San Fransisco, and most went back home just the same way they came--penniless and loveless." She winked. "But I suppose I shouldn't think you'll end up that way--this ain't San Fran.."
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Post by benji on Mar 21, 2007 14:23:55 GMT -5
His grin never faded, "And I'm not here for gold, cher. If that's that I'd have wanted there is plenty of all that glitters back in New Orleans. And it's all there for someone with a quick mind who can play a fine hand of cards." Benji had one of those at least, he wasn't to savvy with cards, but it was amazing what his mind came up with. He winked at her. "So you're from San Fran then? Sounds like an adventure, to see both oceans."
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Post by maggie on Mar 21, 2007 15:15:45 GMT -5
Maggie smirked. "But don't they say all that glitters is not gold?" She kept working. She was a klutz in normal life, but when she put her mind to it, she was deft with her body. "Aye. Adventure yes, but I miss the Pacific more than this Atlantic." She watched him for a moment then shrugged. "The smells are different." She laughed and shook her head. "But I'm not complaining none.."
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Post by benji on Mar 22, 2007 0:01:12 GMT -5
He smirked a bit, "Smells different then my bayou that's for sure." He watched her work and raised a brow. "So tell me cher, what brings a feisty little westerner like you all the way to New York City?" Hell he was curious and she had to have been the most interesting person he'd met since landing in the Big Apple.
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Post by maggie on Mar 22, 2007 0:30:41 GMT -5
Maggie shrugged. "From here originally...or at least thats what me mum tells me--father and mother moved me out to Cali when I was just a babe." She wiped her brow, wanting to take a break, but she was already behind in her work so she had to catch up. "Father was bit by that gold bug. It killed him in the end." She moved backwards, towards another loom as she looked up at him. "Now I'm not sad, not really. He did as good as he could by us, and shame he didn't get what he wanted before he died." She cracked her knuckles. "But being a bit...out of means my mother moved us back here with my grandfather." She laughed a bit and tugged on one of her curls. "Sure sure, sad story, but I'm not sad. I don't blame him none, and I don't mourn him none. Wouldn't be what he wanted." She grinned. "So what about you, Benji? What brings a creole child up to this Dirty Apple?"
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Post by benji on Mar 22, 2007 14:46:59 GMT -5
He'd listened to her story with interst, she was a strong woman, that was for sure. Being a maintanence boy had it's perks in the end. He ran a hand threw his hair, "About four months back my baby sister ran off, out Pap come into some debts and without consulting the rest of us, he decided to try to marry her off to some rich sod.." He stretched his shoulders a bit and moved to get back to work. "She got wind of the idea and fled." As he started to work his thoughts turned a tad whistful. "Maman had been in St. Louis with my Aunt Claire. As soon as she heard what Pap had done she came home and told him what was what, send all us boys out to find Alanna." He smirked a bit. "Been in the city near a month, I know she's here so I hung behind while my brother's pressed on.."
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Post by maggie on Mar 22, 2007 14:50:28 GMT -5
Maggie nodded. "Sounds like a right ole normal family." She smirked. "Disfunctional, but lovable." She heard the whistle blow and relaxed, sitting down next to one of the machines and proceeded to roll a cigarette. "Want one?" She smiled up at him. "And sorry to say, ain't ever heard of your sister." She laughed. "But then again I shy away from most females anyways--silly things that don't have thoughts in their head.."
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