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Post by mollie on Jan 16, 2007 20:51:28 GMT -5
Mollie shook her head no. "Want to-- no. But I know that its gonna come to me some time or another, I might as well enjoy the company of everyone I possibly can before I do die, or before they die. I like people, and I like meeting people. I cant meet people after they die, can I?" she asked, biting her lip. "I mean... that sounds wrong. I dun think your gonna die any time soon, but maybe you'll get trampled by a wild trolly horse tomorrow. Or this afternoon. Or yesterday, even...I never would have gotten to meet you then, would I?" she asked, hoping htat made more sense and didn't sound like she was sentencing him to immediate death by tuberculosis.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 16, 2007 20:58:32 GMT -5
Skittery loosened up as he listened to her, deciding she was just really down to earth rather than cynical. "Well yer head ain't up in the sky thats for sure." he mumbled. He let out a deep sigh before holding his cold hand out to her "Skittery, now we've met...ah actually" he retracted his hand, "don't touch me..better if you have a chance to die by trolley horse, ya know jus' in case it ain't a cold or influenza.." He shrugged still not wanting to admit what he already was convinced of.
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Post by mollie on Jan 16, 2007 23:04:13 GMT -5
Mollie couldn't help but smile slightly at that. "Im Mollie." she said, making a mental note not to touch him. "Thanks for the consideration," she added... knowing her she would have just forgotten he was ill and shaken his hand anyway, then done something dumb like eat something with her hands. "And Im sure you'll be fine."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 17, 2007 1:18:20 GMT -5
Skittery gave her a small smile "yeah, thanks, Mollie" He'd gotten over his initial anger and was feeling more at ease with her. It was obvious he couldn't hide his condition...she wasn't stupid. He coughed again, this time bracing his ribs with one arm. He shook it off and shrugged.
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Post by mollie on Jan 17, 2007 1:21:14 GMT -5
Mollie bit her lip as he coughed. She wished there was more she could do for him, she felt terrible about just watching him cough up a lung. "When your done selling papers do you want to get something to eat? Or coffee?" she asked. Something warm would probably be good for him. "You look like you need something to warm yourself up... and I'll treat."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 17, 2007 1:38:05 GMT -5
Skittery raised he eyebrows thinking for a moment before nodding. "Somethin' warm does sound real good...but ya can't pay, I mean you jus' gave me a dime and from the looks of it you don't 'ave anymore to spare..." He sniffed to keep his nose from running. "I can use a few cents from sellin' today..."He mumbled shifting his stack of papers around. Now that he knew her, kind of, he couldn't just take advantage of her and make her pay - he did have a (sometimes wretched) conscience.
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Post by mollie on Jan 17, 2007 1:42:22 GMT -5
Mollie smiled slightly, shaking her head. "And whats that supposed to mean, I dont got any more to spare?" she rolled her eyes but smiled still anyway. "Whichever your most comfortable with...Ise got the money if you cant afford it, or just dont want to." she said, shrugging. She needed to do some work herself and she was going for a five or six dollar mark today. Her buyer had been looking for pocketwatches recently; the fancy kind.... gold, fully functional and hopefully not engraved. A really nice one could make up to ten dollars, which is what she needed to bring in this month and help Anabelle with the rent. But she was almost there already, she had seven dollars and she definatly had some change to spare.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 17, 2007 2:02:59 GMT -5
Skittery sighed, really wanting that hot drink - he was so cold. "Fine you win." He reached into his coat and pulled out two cigarettes. He popped one in his mouth and offered her the other. "I gotta sell some of these before we can go anywhere though.." He talked from the corner of his mouth and produced a match from his coat as well, "wanna meet some where ,watch me woik or what?" He lit the cigarette but upon his first drag he started to cough uncontrollably and spit it out onto the ground as struggled to breath. He glanced at Mollie, "Yeah I know..that was stupid..." he grunted.
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Post by mollie on Jan 17, 2007 11:19:55 GMT -5
She took the other and lit it, thankful that he'd offered her one. She'd been chewing on matchsticks lately because she hadnt been able to afford any cigarettes. "Thanks." she said. "And.... it doesn't matter. We can meet somewhere if you dont want me to watch you work. And if I do... I might disappear for a little bit. But I'll be back." she said, deciding to ignore the fact that he'd failed at smoking his cigarette.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 17, 2007 19:33:36 GMT -5
Skittery smashed the smoldering cigarette under his tow letting out a bitter huff. Being sick was frustrating to say the least; he was anxious but couldn't calm his nerves with a smoke, and for once being sick wasn't an advantage when selling - people were afraid of getting sick not full of pity. "I don't care" His aggravated mood started making its way back to the surface, "I'm goin' to Bottle Alley if yer interested...those lowlifes ain't gonna be wary of a few germs..." and as if it was perfectly timed he let out a single cough wincing a little bit in pain.
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Post by mollie on Jan 17, 2007 19:58:39 GMT -5
Mollie bit her lip, she hadn't meant to upset him. "You wouldn't mind me goin with ya, would ya?" she asked, not wanting to be a burden on him. He seemed to have his own problems... like tuberculosis. Bottle Alley was sometimes a good place for her line of work, so she figured this would be good enough. Maybe she could find something to pilfer there.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 17, 2007 20:14:12 GMT -5
Skittery glanced at her a moment then looked back out toward the street. "If I minded I wouldn't 'ave told you where I was goin'.." Without looking at her again he started out of the courtyard, buttoning up his coat with the few buttons that hadn't fallen off. Hopefully he'd make a few cents so he could pay for his own drink and maybe something to suppress that damn cough...He glanced over his shoulder to see if Mollie was following or not.
((move it over to Bottle Alley then?))
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Post by mollie on Jan 17, 2007 20:16:00 GMT -5
((yep, I'll post there))
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Post by minty on Jan 25, 2007 21:24:54 GMT -5
Minty wandered into the small lot to pick up papes. He had done it for a little while back home, but that was then. There weren't near as many newsies over there as there were over here. He had his hand in his pocket, gently jingling the few coins he had, mentally figuring out how many papes to get and what to save for food later.
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Post by jester on Jan 25, 2007 21:32:27 GMT -5
"one dollar.."jester said guessing how much he had in his pockets smirking a bit a sshe took a bite of her apple absently twilring a curl around her finger as she raised a questoining brow at him.
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