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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 12, 2009 22:16:02 GMT -5
"He says that too, sometimes, he also says that most don't listen when their mouths are moving," she grinned at him, she was a different kind of girl. But she was from the south and they really were a very different breed. Still Magnolias.
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Post by Reid Halliway on Apr 14, 2009 10:55:47 GMT -5
Reid laughed and couldn't help the wide grin that remained on his face, "Well I'd have to agree with that. I know a lot of people who should pay more attention to what they're saying." Laughing again, Reid gave Brook a sweet smile. "So what do you do around here for fun, Brook?"
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 16, 2009 19:33:42 GMT -5
"Fun?" she had to think about it. Had she had much fun since she'd come here? Tapping her foot she shrugged. "You know I don't think I've had a lot of fun since I came here, do you have any ideas, mon che?"
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Post by Reid Halliway on Apr 17, 2009 18:01:38 GMT -5
Reid laughed, "Well this is fun for me, but I suppose I go for walks mostly. Occasionally when I have the money I'll enjoy a drink or two, but I usually don't have the money."
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Post by Tate Potter on May 18, 2009 0:45:16 GMT -5
((New Day))
Tate sat at the fountain with some cake in her hands, she'd been feeding ducks, children and on the occasion herself as she came and went. It was such a lovely day to have off and she'd thought of going and finding Danny again but his reaction last time hadn't been what she'd thought it would be. He'd been angry at her for doing so and even now she felt guilty.
"Should bring him some cake.." but he'd be mad again because he said Brooklyn wasn't safe. "I take good care of myself." Yes good enough care to talk to herself, or the cake in her lap which ever was listening more.
Tate knew shew as having withdrawls but she sighed and set the cake aside as she jumped up on the fountain. It would have made more sense if she had a pet but her family was know for being terrible eccentric, and Tate-- well she was just like all of them.
"I am Elizabeth Mary Ellen Tate-Potter," she announced to absoutely no one as she stood up on the fountain, lifting her head. "And I'm---" She looked around. "Completely and utterly out of my mind... " She sighed... yes her middle name was Mary Ellen...
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Post by dutchy on May 20, 2009 14:50:07 GMT -5
"Well, Mrs. Potter... I hear they have hospitals for that." Dutchy smirked, watching her from just a few feet away. He had just one paper left, rolled up and stuck in the back of his pants off to the side. He walked a bit closer and introduced himself, through he didn't extend his hand, they were all inky from the papers and it wouldn't be proper for a lady such as her.
"My name's Dutchy... You work in the bakery, right? I think I've seen you before... baking." He finished lamely and pushed his glasses up on his nose a little better.
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Post by Tate Potter on May 22, 2009 15:24:36 GMT -5
Tate spun around and nearly fell into the fountain, her eyes wide before she spotted Dutchy and started to laugh. "You're one of the 'hattan boys.." she was blushing furiously, her little outburst hadn't actually been meant for anyone's ears but she just grinned. Can't be helped when you're calling things in public.
"You selling in the park today?" since she was really good friends with Sweets she knew names and the stories her friend had told her that went right along with them. She tugged a dark curl out of her face and sat down on the edge of the fountain. "You want some cake?"
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Post by dutchy on May 23, 2009 1:28:53 GMT -5
"Gee, thanks. Sure." Dutchy walked over to her, sitting next to her, blushing a little himself. He was always shy with girls. He half expected her to laugh, or just tell him to leave her alone. Another part of him was a bit afraid, for just a moment before she spoke, that she really was... disturbed.
"Yeah, I'm a Manhattan boy. Finished selling, though. But," Dutchy pulled the one from his side, "If you really want it. I have one I was savin' for me..."
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Post by Tate Potter on May 24, 2009 16:14:18 GMT -5
She laughed and waved him off, "It's alright," she said with a smile as she handed him some cake. She wasn't disturbed she was having boy troubles. And if she thought about it long enough she'd figured that she was over reacting to it anyway. She and Danny were nothing if but friends from what she had ever been able to tell. She was just being overly sensative about it all.
"Sweets is a good friend of mine," she said after a moment with a grin. "She tells me all about you guys and I see you while I'm on my way to work a lot.." She turned and looked around, she didn't know him well. "Heh, you can call me Tate by the way... I don't much like being called Miss.." it felt weird.
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Post by dutchy on May 24, 2009 20:49:29 GMT -5
"Tate?" Dutchy looked curious, not eating just yet. Not while he was talking, that would be rude. "Is that short for something? You don't hear that alot. Girls names I mean. Well, I've never heard it as a girl's name."
He took a bit of cake then, it crumbled off a bit in his hand as he broke the piece off tasting it. He hadn't had cake in so long he's forgotten how wonderful it tasted. How sweet bakery sweets really were. He smiled, "This is delicious. Thanks."
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Post by Tate Potter on May 24, 2009 22:09:37 GMT -5
"Well it was my mother's maiden name, and my real name is Elisabeth but I don't like it much.." actually she hated it, so ordinary and it didn't have the same spark that she actually had as a person.
She beamed when he said it was good and nodded, "You're welcome I made it today, figured if Stan can have me working while he's gone I can make a little something for myself.. and I love cake.." and she loved to share too, that's why Dutchy was getting most of it.
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Post by dutchy on Jun 6, 2009 23:55:54 GMT -5
Dutchy chuckled, "Why not? You made it. It really is... probably the best tasting cake I've had!" He smiled to her, eating another piece then looking thoughtful, shaking his head, "I think Elisabeth is a very pretty name."
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Post by Antoinette Dubois on Jun 28, 2009 10:27:03 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Antoinette stared down at the depths of the fountain. She didn't dare sit on the edge and ruin her new dress but it was a pretty thing to look at, and since coming to New York she'd learned there weren't many pretty things within the city limits. That was the one and only thing she missed of home, everywhere you looked there was a natural beauty in that place. But here she could have so much more fun and shop as much as she liked. Antoinette smiled at thought, she'd already racked up quite a bill at the more popular stores on Fifth Avenue, but her father wouldn't scold her. He loved her more than anything else in the world and doted on her to no end.
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Post by dannyblue on Jun 28, 2009 12:35:29 GMT -5
Straightening the tie of his suit, Danny Blue purposefully made his way to the fountain with a graceful, relaxed stride. He reached in his pocket. His fingers wrapped around a penny, then abandoned it for it's smaller, but more expensive brother: the dime. Danny poised it on his thumb and forefinger as he neared the fountain, flicked his thumb and sent the shiny dime high into the air before it landed in the space were the girl was looking.
"Make a wish, love," Danny's workin'-class London accent rose from beside her, as he stood near the fountain. He flashed a charming smile, his hands moving out of his pockets as he sat down and removed his hat, touching it to his chest in a gesture of greeting before setting it between the two of them. Another gesture of goodwill, assuring her he wasn't about to get too close. "Danny Blue at your service, darlin'."
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Post by Antoinette Dubois on Jun 29, 2009 13:18:17 GMT -5
Antoinette turned slowly thinking of how the only thing she’d ever wished for was something that no one could grant her. She’d given up believing in wishes long ago and now wanted only material things that her father would give her in a heartbeat, but she kept those thoughts buried deep inside. Antoinette found his accent to be charming and rewarded him with a smile she usually reserved only for her father. Since he seemed to be a gentleman Antoinette decided to ignore the darling comment for the moment, but wouldn’t hesitate to put him in his place if he chose to call her any such endearment again. “Antoinette DuBois,” Antoinette did a slight curtsy and gave him another smile.
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