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Post by dutch on Mar 24, 2007 23:40:08 GMT -5
"Dutch." He kept his eyes on the crowd. He found it interesting that even though people were constantly leaving, the place never seemed to be to empty.
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Post by writer on Mar 25, 2007 0:09:54 GMT -5
"Dutch..." Writer's eyes widened. He instantly knew why he felt like he knew this boy - Dutch - and remembered how he knew. While Dutch looked at the crowd, Writer placed down his papers and lifted his shoulder bag onto his lap to pull out a thick notebook. He opened it to the page where he had drawn the boy from the description a girl had given him. Obviously, the drawing looked almost nothing like the boy, but the basics were the same...tall, darkened hair, light eyes.
"But you're not Dutch at all, are you?" he stated, trying to get the boy's attention. "You're Russian." He looked back down at his notebook. On one page, there was the sketch, and on the other, Nikolaevna's interview.
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Post by dutch on Mar 25, 2007 1:07:05 GMT -5
Dutch's eyes shifted to the boy when he started pulling the notebook from his bag. He looked at the picture and his eyebrow twitched a little.
"Yeah," he spoke quietly. "I get that a lot." That's what most people said when first learning his name. Either he didn't look Dutch, or that he wasn't. He didn't know how he got the name. It's just what his parents decided to named him.
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Post by writer on Mar 25, 2007 11:51:26 GMT -5
Writer quickly closed his notebook when he saw that Dutch had noticed it. He remembered his promise to Nik - that he would keep an eye out for her brother. He had never fully expected to find him, though.
"No, it's not that, really..." Writer began awkwardly. How could he tell him that he simply knew that he wasn't Dutch, because he had spoken to his sister?
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Post by dutch on Mar 25, 2007 16:08:20 GMT -5
Dutch dug into his pocket and pulled out two cigarettes, placing on behind his ear and the other in his mouth. He stroked a match on the side of the bench where he was sitting and lit up. He held up the small sack he had that contained his cigarettes to the boy, offering him one.
He was kind of indifferent to how he had known he wasn't Dutch, but Russian. He figured it could of been just a guess. Either way, it didn't make much of a difference to him.
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Post by writer on Mar 25, 2007 19:23:00 GMT -5
Writer held up his hand at the cigarettes as politely as he could. "No thanks, I don't smoke," he said, almost apologetically. He made sure that his papers were still close by, and then eyed the boy as inconspiciously as he could. He decided that it couldn't hurt to ask another question, just to make sure that he was talking to the right person. He remembered that Nik had told him that she was the first in her family to be born in America, and that Dutch was older.
"Were you born here?"
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Post by dutch on Mar 25, 2007 19:42:27 GMT -5
Dutch put the cigarettes back in his pocket, taking another drag from his own. "Whys it matter to you?"
Dutch wasn't real big on "normal" conversations to start with, and he very very rarely ever gave out information on himself.
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Post by writer on Mar 25, 2007 20:06:55 GMT -5
Writer turned his face downward, so he would stop staring at Dutch. He didn't know how to answer - what if he wasn't the right person? No...he had to be. There was too much pointing towards the fact that he was Nik's sister. Perhaps he would simply have to take the chance. He would have to be honest.
"I promised your sister I would look out for you. Looks like I've found you."
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Post by dutch on Mar 25, 2007 20:28:24 GMT -5
Dutch was silent. The cigarette sat limp in between his lips. His mind was turning, but very slowly. He slowly removed the cigarette from his mouth, a very small smile creeping onto his lips. The small smile became a little wider, as he began to chuckle a little. Soon his laughter and smile grew even more, until his laughs seemed to be a little disturbing. Almost too quickly, his laughter just stopped.
Dutch placed the cigarette back into his mouth, nodding. "My...sister, aye?" He paused, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Well, here I am."
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Post by writer on Mar 25, 2007 20:51:52 GMT -5
Writer was slightly frightened by Dutch's reaction to his statement. It was unnerving to see him turn from being entirely shy and brooding to being scary. It was definitely not the reaction Writer had expected.
"Aye, Nikolaevna." He said, a little nervously. Writer opened his notebook once again. He turned to her interview and showed Dutch the proof that he had met her. "You haven't seen her in quite some time...or so I can assume from the way she speaks about you."
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Post by dutch on Mar 25, 2007 21:05:08 GMT -5
Dutch didn't even look at the notebook. He knew it was true by the mention of her name. "And how does she talk about me?"
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Post by writer on Mar 26, 2007 7:11:36 GMT -5
Writer didn't know whether or not to explain something so personal to Nik, but also knew that she did truly miss her brother. "She speaks as if she misses you, as if she is terrible worried about you, constantly wondering where you are. She barely wanted to talk about you." Writer shrugged.
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Post by dutch on Mar 26, 2007 17:10:28 GMT -5
Dutch stifled a laugh. "I'm sure she is. Wll, you can tell her I'm alive...but you might wanna talk to her before you go tryin to play some high and mighty guy tryin to bring families together...I bet you feel pretty good about yourself?"
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Post by writer on Mar 26, 2007 17:23:01 GMT -5
Writer sighed. He looked down at his unsold papers. It would be too late to finish selling them, soon. However, what Dutch said had made him slightly angry. "You act as if it's bad...for a family to be together, I mean," he retorted, trying to sound uneffected.
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Post by dutch on Mar 26, 2007 17:51:15 GMT -5
Dutch could sense a little anger in Writer's voice. "It aint...not for a family to be together...but that aint what I got." He took one last drag from his cigarette before tossing it. His voice was calm, but a hint of something could be heard from the back of his throat. "My warnin' to you, just leave it alone, kid."
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