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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 14:21:24 GMT -5
Drifter grinned, "Queens kids don't bothah comin' out heah. It's too fah, and they'd have to go through Brooklyn too."
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 14:24:05 GMT -5
She nodded satisfied with the response. Glancing back to the rolls, and shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Hey umm, I know I aint sposed ta come heah, but, d'ya think it'd be alright if I bought somethin' before I left?" She knew by now the girl was nice, but she was on enemy territory, and didn't want to push her luck.
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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 14:27:25 GMT -5
"As long as you don't soak me if Ise get fed up waitin' foh Romeo to come heah and go find him myself," Drifter said wagging her finger jokingly.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 14:30:15 GMT -5
Sweets grinned, knowing it was a joke, but knowing also the seriousness of it. She wasn't one to let anyone come into Manhattan, and prided herself in knowing that. But, she was the one who came here in the first place, so, what could she do? "Shore, but I'll let 'im know what ya said alright?" she grinned, pulling a coin out of her pocket and getting the small roll.
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Post by drifter on Jun 7, 2006 14:34:46 GMT -5
Pointing to the warm muffin she had been eyeing, Drifter pulled out her own change. Happily taking it from the baker, she grinned at the girl, "It was nice doin' business with you....?"
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 14:37:33 GMT -5
"Sweets" she said, realizing she never gave her name before. "But don't let it out I was heah, alright? This'll all be between me and you . . . and Skittery," she grinned and headed out the door, quickly realizing where she was again and pulling her hat down over her face.
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Post by spade on Jul 20, 2006 13:59:03 GMT -5
~~New Day~~
The Stan's Bakery was a mess. The baker was yelling at a quiet girl girl dressed in leggings and a baggy shirt. While, the staff was watching in amazement, because most people yelled right back at the baker but the girl just stood there quietly, taking every word. Finally the girl looked up from the floor and spoke, "I'm sorry I didn't mean for him to follow me in, I'll clean it all up, every last crumb. I'm really sorry and I'll pay you back for all the backed goods he ate."
The baker looked at the girl still angry, but nodded his head, "Yeah, ya will, but you'll do it by workin' for me each day from 8 to noon. Den ya can leave, but you'll do dat for about a week. And I never wanna see dat dog anywhere near my bakery again if I do I'll have you thrown in the Refuge den we'll see what becomes of you."
The girl slowly took the dog collar and walked him out the door and told him to hide somewhere and she would whistle for him, when it was time to leave. Walking back into the bakery she took the broom that a woman held and started sweeping everything into a pile. What a waste of food. I should have taught that dog some manners, then this would never have happened. And now I'll be paying double for everything. The girl shook her head and then started humming, because it was the only thing to do in her position.
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Post by jackle on Jul 22, 2006 12:26:39 GMT -5
Jackle walked into the barkery. He just stared in amazement at the girl cleaning up a mess. He walked up to the counter leaning on it watching. There was no use in looking at what was in the cases he wasn't really hungry he just wanted to be off the streets. "Youse new to these parts ain't ya?" He questioned the girl. "And by the looks of things you brought trouble with you in the form of an animal most probably a dog." He smiled at the girl and walked over to help her pick up some of the bigger pieces of crumbs.
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Post by spade on Jul 24, 2006 10:06:08 GMT -5
She had heard someone come in, but so far everyone that has entered the bakery has ignored her. So when the guy had spoken to her she jumped and almost fell back wards, if she hadn't had such good balance she would have. She looked over at the guy suspiciously. She got her bearing back and held her head high she asked, "And how would you know, pry tell me?"
Then another disaster happened. Devil walked into the store again. "Oh no," cried Spade. She watch as the dog went right up to the boy and stopped. He sat down and looked up at the boy expectantly. "Well, shows how much he knows," muttered Spade. "Devil you know you aren't supposed to be in here come on, I'll get you some food and then we'll go find a place to live." She pointed to the door and the dog looked at her forlorn. "No, that trick is not going to work, now outside, NOW," she didn't yell but she used an authoritative voice.
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Post by jackle on Jul 24, 2006 12:09:43 GMT -5
Jackle looked down at the dog. "So this is what cause this. i was right." He laughed. "Its easier now for me to tell but i know what animals do to baked goods. He bent down and pet the dog on its head stratching it behind it's ear. He somewhat led Devil out after she had yelled at dog to leave. He walked back in and looked at Spade. "YOu could alway come and live in the Bronx"
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Post by spade on Jul 25, 2006 0:19:19 GMT -5
Her deep laugher rang through out the bakery. "He is defiantly a hand full," her eyes began to sparkle as she thought of all the trouble Devil had caused for her. "You know a week ago I was held up in Philadelphia, because he decided to tear up a fruit cart. I had to work to pay for the fruit." Then her laughter died in her throat.Shut up, Shut up, Shut up. Guard your tongue, just like mother tried to teach you. She had never thought she would use her mothers advise and hope she wouldn't, but here she was using it.
"I couldn't live in Bronx. For several reasons and to many complications," she sighed. She was sick of wandering around, but she didn't have anywhere else to go.
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Post by jackle on Jul 25, 2006 2:01:34 GMT -5
Jackle eyed her up and down for a moment. "You come from high society don't ya. And you ain't from around anywhere near New Yawk. Where are you from? It's alright if ya don't want to tell though. But a girl like you shouldn't just wander alone." He turned too look at the door to make sure the dog didn't come back in.
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Post by spade on Jul 25, 2006 10:28:57 GMT -5
She had finished cleaning up the mess when he had asked the question. Run, run, run!, she thought to herself. She began to back away towards the door. She didn't want anyone to know who she was and she didn't want anyone to get into trouble because of her. Once she was in the door way she said, "Well, it was nice to meet you. Have a nice day." She couldn't discard years of proper manners, but she had to wait for a reply.
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Post by jackle on Jul 25, 2006 11:51:17 GMT -5
Jackle sighed knowing he shouldn't have asked the questions he did. He shook his head. "Nice to meetya too. Same ta you." He turned back to the counter and looked at what was being put newly baked back on the shelves.
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Post by spade on Jul 26, 2006 10:43:12 GMT -5
She back up and was about to run out the door when the baker stepped right in front of the door way. She bumped right into him. He looked down at her and said, "Ya ain't done in here, so ya ain't gonna' nowheres. Unless ya want me ta get ta cops and send ya over ta da Refuge."
She looked at him puzzled. "What is the...Rufuge?" She didn't know what he was saying. She looked over at the other boy for an answer when the baker just pushed her inside.
"Make sure ya sweep all da corners and dust everythin'," the baker said absent mindedly.
"What was he talking about? And what is the Refuge?" She looked over at the boy. If she had to stay here she better start being a little nice. "My names Spade."
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