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Post by writer on Mar 26, 2007 18:29:08 GMT -5
"If you want..." Writer shrugged, his brow furrowed. He put his notebook back into his shoulder bag and stood up, papers in hand. He would have left then, if it wasn't for the final thought that entered his mind. He turned around. "Maybe you haven't got a decent family," he agreed, his Irish accent sharp, "But you've got a hell of a sister, and that's just as good."
It wasn't in Writer's usual way to swear, but his anger was quite apparent.
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Post by dutch on Mar 26, 2007 19:20:18 GMT -5
Dutch didn't say anything. He sat on the bench thinking about what Writer had said. He had no idea who this kid was or how he had found him. He wasn't even sure if he was telling the truth about Nikolaevna or not. He didn't even know the whole story. Some random girl comes up to him on the street and asks him to find her brother and he just so happens to find him? Dutch shook his head. It had to be two different people. It had to be a coincidence that their names were the same.
"You wouldn't understand none. I wouldn't even expect you to."
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Post by writer on Mar 26, 2007 20:37:39 GMT -5
"You might be surprised," Writer told him, attempting to calm down a little, "at just how much I can understand." He realized that the boy did not quite believe him, and what he had done for his sister. He did not sit, but placed his papers back down on the bench so he could once again pull his notebook out of his bag. He turned it to the page he had looked at a few times now and handed it to Dutch.
"That's her interview. I'm writing a book...about New York," he explained. "I talk to people, and see if I can't get them to open up to me, tell me their stories. She told me hers, and this is how I repay her." He then got an idea...it was risky, but worth it. "Now I want to get your interview."
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Post by dutch on Mar 26, 2007 21:11:54 GMT -5
Dutch hesitantly took the notebook and stared at the page. Everything seemed right. He sort of skimmed through it until he came to the part about him. In truth, it had been longer than a couple of months since he'd seen her or his father. His father he didn't care about at all, and his sister, he didn't care about too much...but she seemed to care about him.
Dutch closed the notebook and set it down on the bench beside him. He didn't want to read anymore of it. So, it seemed that the Nikolaevna Writer had spoken of was indeed his sister. He put his head down, thinking a bit. Not about much, but more of one thing a lot. His head shot up when Writer mentioned getting his interview.
Dutch smirked and shook his head, looking up at Writer. "You don't wanna know about me." He as more telling his than suggesting, really.
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Post by writer on Mar 27, 2007 7:30:08 GMT -5
Writer watched quietly as Dutch looked over the notebook, satisfying himself with the information within it. When he placed it on the bench, Writer protectively sat beside it, even placed his hand over it for good measure. He didn't quite completely trust the boy yet, especially when he spoke. There was something very icy in his tone - a warning, perhaps. "I do," he shrugged, his honesty surprising even himself, "and not even for the book. Just curiosity, I guess...some worry. But that doesn't mean you're going to tell me."
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Post by dutch on Mar 27, 2007 17:26:57 GMT -5
"You seem intelligent enough," he began, getting a little irritated. "I'm not askin' you, I'm tellin' you, leave it alone. All of it." Dutch stood from the bench and stood in front of the boy, kneeling down so that he was at eye level with him. His light green eyes became darker, as did his voice.
"You stay away from me. You stay away from my family. You're playin' a dangerous game, gettin into peoples personal lives. You have no idea what this is about, so just stay away. I'll see to it you don't write another thing in that book, understand?"
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Post by writer on Mar 27, 2007 21:30:38 GMT -5
Writer glared, but said nothing. He knew that the boy was serious, even though he didn't quite understand what was so terrible. He nodded slightly. "Don't bother. I won't," he told him, an icy edge to his voice. He wished things could have gone differently, that perhaps it could have ended well, and Nik would be reunited with her brother. But, things didn't always work out the right way, and he let his disappointment show quite freely. He broke eye contact with Dutch quickly, allowing the conversation to end officially.
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Post by dutch on Mar 27, 2007 21:54:52 GMT -5
Dutch nodded and stood, walking away without another word.
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