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Post by Prince on May 15, 2006 23:46:24 GMT -5
Need some bread? A little treat for a special someone? well you've come to the right place!
... just don't let Stan see you take off without paying, he's not afraid to call the bulls on ya!
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Post by fancy on May 19, 2006 19:15:35 GMT -5
Fancy picked her way through the thick throngs of people crowding the streets. She muttered a hurried "Excuse me" or "So sorry" every now and then. Finally reaching the door of the bakery, she quickly went inside. It was warm and the air smelled of freshly baked buns and such. She looked down at the array of treats infront of her. She found many rather appetizing looking pieces and her mouth watered slightly. Then she remebered, very gladly, that she could afford it for now. All those extra little jobs at Medda's had paid off....
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Post by Sweets on May 28, 2006 12:14:01 GMT -5
Sweets slid through the door of the bakery, her hat pulled low over her face. She always saved some money to come here for a treat, and decided, though somewhat irresolutely, that no borough war was going to stop her.
She moved over to the sweets, her favorite of course, and set her eyes on a small cinnamon roll.
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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 1:09:02 GMT -5
{Not a new day, care to rp Sweets?}
Drifter pushed the door open to the bakery and stepped in swinging her case at her side. She didn't have much of a sweet tooth, but she did like something little every so often. Looking around, she grinned as she spied a small tray of muffins that had just come out of the oven. She had saved a bit here and there and was pretty sure she could afford one of them. Stepping up next to the girl who was already there, Drifter followed her eyes to the cinnamon rolls.
"Oh, that does look good to. It's just like me to come in heah thinkin' Ise know what I wants then staht to change my mind when I sees something else."
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 13:25:39 GMT -5
Sweets jumped at her voice, startled. Collecting herself quickly she grinned awkwardly at the girl. "Heh, yea." She mentally kicked herself for thinking she could get away with this, the girl beside her was obviously a newsie. She turned her back to her, pretending to be occupied with something on the side shelf, and hoped she would go away.
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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 13:39:03 GMT -5
Not noticing the girls discomfort because, well, she was Drifter and she was just like that, she leaned over and looked into the case. "Ise think the muffin's gonna win though, been savin' up what ise make in the pahk foh one. Ise Drifter by the way."
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 13:44:17 GMT -5
Sweets sighed and wiped her hand on her pants trying desperately to get the ink off. When that didn't work, she decided to just not turn around. "Victoria," she said over her shoulder, hoping her real name would suggest that she was, perhaps, not a newsie.
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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 13:48:56 GMT -5
"Oooh, that's a pretty name name," Drifter continued happily. Noticing the girls frantic hand movements, she looked down and noticed the inkstains. "Ah you a Bronx newsie too! Ace is me brothah, well in everything but blood. Ise haven't seen you at the house befoah though." Drifter pasued for a minute, she had met almost all of the Bronx newsies already, and this girl was entirely new to her, a look of comprenhension crossed the young girls face. leaning in she whispered, "Yoah not from the Bronx ah you?"
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 13:54:17 GMT -5
Sweets went rigid and turned to face the other abruptly. "Shore I'm from heah," she spat out, panicked, "It's just, I'm, well I'm new dat's all." she tried her best to grin, but it came off as more of a grimace.
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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 13:57:35 GMT -5
Drifter grinned, knowing she caught the girl, moving away from the counter she pulled the girl to a quiet part of the store with her, "Ise don't cahe wheah yoah from, ise hate to fight and hate this wah even moah. But if word gets out Ise bein' nice to kids from the othah burroughs, Ace will get in touble. So Ise nevah saw you if youse nevah saw me." Drifter spoke very quietly, hoping the girl would understand, "Can I asks you a question?"
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 13:59:14 GMT -5
She nodded silently, her eyes wide. "shore . . ."
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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 14:02:17 GMT -5
Drifter grinned sheepishly, a light blush making it's way across her face, "How's Skits, he hasn't, he hasn't come around to see me."
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 14:04:27 GMT -5
"Skittery?" she sighed, finally feeling at ease. "He's doin' alright," she grinned at the girl knowingly. "Dare anythin' ya want me ta tell him?"
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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 14:13:31 GMT -5
Drifter grinned back at the girl, "Yea, that he bettah remembeh the way back to the Bronx. Foh the fuss he rasied about me staying outta 'Hatten, he shoah has been lazy about comin' out heah and Ise not a patient girl."
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 14:19:00 GMT -5
She laughed, adjusting her hat on her head. "Shore thing, I'll let 'im know..." pausing, she raised an eyebrow at the girl. "How'd you know I was 'Hattan anyways?"
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