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Post by Joe on May 14, 2008 2:27:34 GMT -5
Joe kept moving his hand until it just looked like his whole aim was to brush her wet hair off her shoulder. He noticed her breathing speed up but she stiffened in his arms. Taking a small step back he put a bit of space between them, yet in different rather interesting places they were touching. Though these places seemed innocent enough. "Whose a fancy skoirt like yourself runnin from." he said. "Only point foah you ta be down socializing wit Brooklyn."
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on May 14, 2008 2:33:17 GMT -5
She put her hands against his shoulder and stepped back, no-- no this was no good. Even if he was about the best looking man she'd ever seen in her life, this was not waht she was or wanted to be. "Does someone have to be running to come to Brooklyn? I was unaware that was a requirement..."
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Post by Joe on May 14, 2008 2:37:34 GMT -5
He let her go."Everyones running from something love." making it obvious that he knew she was running from him too. "Its just a matter of wanting to get caught or not." He pulled his shirt over his head and winked at her.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on May 14, 2008 2:40:03 GMT -5
She raised a brow, she was getting very confused by this. She was running from him, she didnt know him and the idea of another man using her-- for whatever purpose had her on edge in a lot of ways. "And what are you running from then?"
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Post by Joe on May 14, 2008 2:46:28 GMT -5
Joe just grinned at her. "I could be runnin from life." he said crossing his arms across his chest. "I could be runnin from a broken heart or a broken home." he looked at her directly in the eyes "Or i could be running to run, thrill of da chase." he shrugged one shoulder. "Running is a part of life until you stop it."
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on May 14, 2008 2:50:51 GMT -5
She tilted her head again, wringing out her hair over the dock-- a small smile skittered across her face. Changing her pale face to make it almost-- lovely. She really was in a lot of ways. "Running-- that sounds like a good story--" She thought about books, where they take her. It occurred to her that she wanted to be like that-- wanted to be the heroine of her own life. "But running will only bring you back where you began--- to your troubles again. Maybe it's best to fight--" But how? Her brother held all the cards-
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Post by Joe on May 14, 2008 11:26:35 GMT -5
"Sometime youse cant fight your own fights, youse gotta let others fight dem for ya." Joe said as he pushed of the crates and picked his hat up off the ground. Looking her over once more and shook his head as if to say what a shame not that she knew that. Putting his hat on he Glanced up at the sky turning his back to her he bent over the crates grabbed his jacket and handed to her with one arm while his other rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. "Bout time i gets ta sellin and youse gettin home ta dry off." He said as he turned his back on her and started walking away, already striking a match off a nearby crate and lighting up a cigarette. Taking a deep drag he glanced over his shoulder. "Think youse can find da way?" he said as he tipped his hat to her and continued walking.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on May 14, 2008 15:01:58 GMT -5
"I know my way back--" not sure she wanted to go, so she sat back down on the docks under the jacket. "It was nice meeting you--" She hadn't even got a name, what was it with her and finding Newsboys that she found interesting. This one made her toes curled but--- that would never happen right? Probably not.
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Post by smokey on Jul 13, 2008 1:45:40 GMT -5
*New Day*
Marzena sat on the edge of the docks, brows furrowed in deep thought. At least that's the impression anyone would get from watching her. She was thinking, but not deeply and not about anything in particular. Her thought was actually a bit humorous. She was thinking about what would happen if all the water in the world were to dry up. She took a bite og her apple. Maybe it wasn't ha ha funny, but it put a grin on her face anyway.
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Post by zero on Jul 30, 2008 10:05:05 GMT -5
**New Day**
His dingy wifebeater stuck to his skin as he tossed his overshirt over his shoulder and pulled a smoke out of the pocket of his loose-fitting trousers. Pausing in his canter, he turned to strike a match on a post, bringing the flame to the tip of his cigarette and bringing it to life. After a long, smooth inhale, he release a swirl of smoke into the evening air.
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Post by dewey on Aug 5, 2008 19:42:32 GMT -5
(New Day)
Dewey had been on edge the entire walk over to the Brooklyn docks. He did not enjoy being in Brooklyn in the least. This was largely because he had become an unwitting enemy a few of the larger and, frankly, more terrifying newsies there by propositioning some of their sisters before learning of their relation to the older boys. As they reached the docks, he was overjoyed to find that he didn't recognize anybody there. "So, whaddaya plan on swimmin' in?" he asked Dots, half curious, half worried that the other boys that were around might see too much.
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Post by dots on Aug 7, 2008 14:00:27 GMT -5
"So, whaddaya plan on swimmin' in?"
Dots chuckled at this question. "Hm..how 'bout nothin'?" She joked. "I'se just kidding. I'll probably just swim in me clothes." She reached for his hand, looking into his eyes, seeing concern in them.
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Post by dewey on Aug 7, 2008 18:41:42 GMT -5
"Hm..how 'bout nothin'?"
Dewey looked up at her, his eyes wide with disbelief for a moment before she corrected herself.
"I'se just kidding. I'll probably just swim in me clothes."
He smiled at her, relieved, and put his hand over his heart theatrically "don' joke like dat" he said, laughing "ya nearly gave me a heart attack" He began unhitching his suspenders "you'll hafta forgive me if I don't do da same" he added, stripping down to his long john bottoms and jumping off of the dock, into the water.
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Post by pirate on Aug 7, 2008 21:07:58 GMT -5
"I'd rather your dame jumped in with nothing," the larger and older boy responded a smoke dangling from his lip as he grinned like some kind of devil. He had a slight accent but it was hard to tell where it was from actually.
The smoke licked the air as he pulled it from his lips and blew his blond hair from his eyes, smirking lightly before he took another drag. Little girls weren't really his thing but the girl was teasing like that-- she wasn't so little.
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Post by dewey on Aug 7, 2008 21:54:37 GMT -5
"Oh yeah?" replied Dewey, swimming over to the dock and climbing out of the water to face the older boy. He was a bit intimidated when he discovered,upon climbing onto the dock, that the boy was about a head taller than him and looked to be at least five or six years years older, but he refused to show his apprehension. He had to stand up for Dots even if it killed him, which admittedly seemed like a very likely scenerio. "Well first of all" he said latching onto something indisputable "I am wearing something" he pointed at his long johns "what are ya blind? and second of all, you bettah not talk ta my girl like dat 'cause ,I'll tell ya somethin mistah, I can take you" knowing that this was an utter lie but unwilling to back down in front of Dots, he added one last comment before drawing himself up to his full and comparitively meager height and mentally bracing himself for the painful and gory death that seemed to be imminant "I've slaughtered pigs who were tougher den you" he sneered in what he thought was a convincingly confident voice.
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