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Post by giselle on Oct 19, 2006 18:14:15 GMT -5
((New Day)) Giselle had taken the short commute from Queens to Manhattan. She wanted something to eat from Tibby's, some people had been telling her how good it was. She sat down at the window table and looked at the menu.
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Post by pieeater on Oct 21, 2006 21:56:30 GMT -5
Pie Eater was enjoying a plate of coleslaw when through his clumsiness he dropped his fork on the ground. The utensil managed to tumble slightly under the table adjacent to him. He bit his lip, not really wanting to ask but decided ultimately it was better than practically crawling under a woman's table.
"Excuse me, Miss.." He said to Giselle. "my fork..." he pointed toward her feet
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Post by giselle on Oct 22, 2006 22:59:34 GMT -5
Giselle watched the scene unfold and smiled at his brief indecision. "Of course, here you are." She said, leaning down under the table and picking it up for him, then handing it back to him. She smiled at the boy again, crossing her legs to try to get her loose shoe back on.
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Post by pieeater on Oct 23, 2006 20:28:09 GMT -5
" Thanks.." Pie Eater wiped the fork clean on his shirt, leaving a new greasy little stain to add to his growing collection, then took another bite. After a moment of thought he moved one chair over so only the narrow isle seperated them. " He looked at her for a moment then added, "Yer loosin' a shoe...uhh..not dat i was lookin' or nothin..." He looked back at his plate knowing he put his own foot in his mouth
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Post by giselle on Oct 23, 2006 21:09:05 GMT -5
Giselle smiled and even laughed a little. "I know... they are too.. big." She said, trying to do away with her accent. She didnt mind that he was looking.. she was a dancer, she was accustomed to being watched. She took it lightheartedly, although others may have been offended. "My names Giselle" She said, finally getting her shoe on right. "Might I ask yours?"
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Post by pieeater on Oct 24, 2006 0:43:45 GMT -5
Still blushing he looked at her and smiled. Just like his fork he wiped his hand at his shirt in attemps to clean it before offering it to her. "Yeah, I'm Pie Eater" He had gotten over the novelty of his nickname years before so it rolled off his tounge just as easy as any normal name. "Ya got an accent" he noted bluntly, "ya from Spain or somethin'?" He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed...an accent was an accent to him.
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Post by giselle on Oct 24, 2006 6:52:25 GMT -5
Giselle blushed when he mentioned her accent. "It's French.." She said, mildly embarassed. She knew her accent made her stick out.. people noticed. Sometimes they would give a dirty look, and sometimes it would be kind, but nonetheless, they noticed. She Smiled when she heard his name. "Pie Eater?" She asked. "That is a nick name, no?" She was curious to know just how that nickname came aobut.
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Post by pieeater on Oct 24, 2006 12:37:37 GMT -5
"French - right." He knew that...well he knew it was european anyways, "It's different...i mean has a nice ring.." He always fumbled with words.
He shoke his head when she asked about his name, over the embarassment it used to have attached to it. "No, not anymore. No one calls me John anymore so Pie Eater's da only name I got. I know it ain't real pretty an' jus' so ya know, I don't like pie" He shrugged and went back to his food
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Post by giselle on Oct 24, 2006 18:28:15 GMT -5
Giselle couldnt help but giggle. "Thanks." She said, as he began to stumble over his words. "And I think it's a fine name, its just different.." She said, trailing off as another cup of coffee came for her. She thanked the waiter and then began to eat again. She was still wondering how he got the nick name if he didnt like pie... and wait, how could anyone not like pie? ((Hehe, everyone loves pie!!))
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Post by pieeater on Oct 24, 2006 19:15:01 GMT -5
He finished up the lase of his coleslaw then proceeded to use his finger to get the last of the sauce - street life had left him with less than perfect manners. "Ha different. Ya don't 'ave ta be nice, I didn't like it either" He smiled and tipped his chair back onto his hind legs now that he had finished his meal.
The silent moment made him a little nervous so he started to speak again slowly. "So..Giselle..what is a young French girl doin' in a rat trap like dis..?" He look away as he waited for a response, assuming it might not be as awkward.
((mmm pie...))
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Post by giselle on Oct 24, 2006 19:19:21 GMT -5
Giselle shrugged. "I'm poor... I've only just started working again, and I need money for my apartment.. I cant go much anywhere else." She said. She couldnt afford to, especially not now that she had gotten her aparatment. She finished her meal and proceeded to sip at her coffee.
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Post by pieeater on Oct 24, 2006 19:29:23 GMT -5
Well she had to have more than him if she had an apartment he mused but didn't change his face. "Know da feelin'. I only get ta eat here when I get a real good day in which ain't usually that often, too many factors to mess it up: headlines, wheather..." Pie used his hand alot when he was talking, waving it here and there, must be the italian in him. "What do ya do?" He was curious, she didn't look like one for hard labor so a factory was out...
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Post by giselle on Oct 24, 2006 19:34:06 GMT -5
Giselle smiled. "I dance." She said, remembering that she actually had a job now and could afford to pay her rent again. "I just got a job at Caprice 'all, I 'ope I get to perform sometime soon." She said. It had been a long time since she had danced with anyone watching, excepting the little routine she had performed for Aria. She sighed. "Are you one of the people who sells.. euh..." She paused, trying to think of the word, now confusing herself. "Oh, newspaper." She said, embarassed at her English.
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Post by pieeater on Oct 24, 2006 19:48:09 GMT -5
PIe grinned wide finding her troubles with english charming. He nodded at her question, "Yeah a newsie, newsboy, either woiks. Work for Old Man Pulitzer." He grabbed the edge of table and started to rock his chair a bit. "Ya live in Queen then." He assumed out loud then continued, "Caprice, dun get ovah there too often ta see Aria, thats who yer dancing for right? Usually stick 'round here an' go to Irving Hall to see Medda.." He was honest, plus had a loyalty to Medda after her help in the strike.
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Post by giselle on Oct 24, 2006 19:52:27 GMT -5
Giselle smiled at his smiling, it was that kind of thing that was contageous. "Yeah, I do." She continued, "You should stop by some time, watch a show or two." She said with a smile. "I could see why you'd want to go to Irving 'all though... its closer for you, I imagine.. you live 'ere, in Man'attan?" She asked.
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