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Post by mush on Aug 9, 2009 23:51:17 GMT -5
Mush nodded slowly as she spoke, still smiling as he understood what she was getting at. "Ah, I see. Welp!" He stood up with a jolt and stood before her as though he were Peter Pan, strong hands on his hips looking like he believed in fairies and could fly to never land right then. "Miss, with the beautiful accent, and an even more beautiful eyes," he leaned down to make eye level and look at her beautiful blue sapphire eyes, "my name is Mush. Wull that's what they call me around here," he said.
He stood up to his full height once again slowly. "The place you're talkin' about is the Girls house in the Bronx. I gots a lotta friends in the Bronx," he said nodding. He gently and slowly offered her a hand, "I can show ya the way and make sure ya get there alright... if ya want," he said with a charming and truly gentle smile.
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Post by Alanna Jackson on Aug 11, 2009 18:47:01 GMT -5
She tilted her head as he shot up, watching him with a soft slow smile. He was a really friendly person, and he seemed like someone she could trust. But that had always been one of her down points wasn't it? Her ability to trust someone she'd just met. At times that could be very dangerous. She blushed when he leaned over and looked into her eyes and said she was beautiful. She fanned herself a little trying to get the redness to go away but she was smiling. "Alanna... Alanna Walker. My friends call me Lanna..."
When he told her where she needed to go she snapped her fingers, that was it! Wait.. was he offering to take her. A small smile crossed her face as she looked at his hand before taking it with a nod. "I'd be honored Mr. Mush... very much so.."
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Post by mush on Aug 12, 2009 3:36:44 GMT -5
"Wonderful miss 'Lanna," he said nodding his accent sort of cutting off the first vowel in her name. "It's a real good idea to travel around New York with someone these days. I dunno if you heard but there have been a few kids gone missin' lately. But since you and I are together we should have nothin' to worry about, they only take kids who are on their own. So if ya stick with me, ya safe," he promised her.
He chuckled a little. 'I know, it must seem kinda strange, boy comin' up and offer ta keep ya safe... I'd be suspicious if I were you, but I really hope ya can find it in your pretty heart ta trust me." He looked at her and smiled softly. With everything going on in the city, the last thing he wanted on his conscience was this pretty young thing getting herself kidnapped or worse.
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Oct 3, 2009 18:07:49 GMT -5
[New Day]
Bryce wasn't exactly sure how he found himself in Central Park, had gone for a walk after getting off at the docks, wanting to learn the city better, get to know the ins and outs and get more comfortable with his surroundings. The park was a sort of unexpected little oasis in the middle of the bustling city and Bryce found himself relaxing - well as much as he ever did when walking in the middle of a strange city. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, slowing his pace a little and allowing his eyes to take in the scenery around him.
He also allowed a moment for his thoughts to wander. Running into Naomi had certainly been unexpected, if not the most unlikely turn of events and it had sent Bryce's usually steady emotions into a sense of upheaval. He'd squared it in his head with never seeing her again, made peace with it and moved on; except now she was here and maybe...just maybe they had a chance. He wasn't sure if he was ready to give himself permission to take that chance though, there was still so much at risk, so much that had changed. Taking a long drag off his cigarette he eyed a fountain across a small path of grass and sighed; nothing would ever be simple.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 3, 2009 18:33:11 GMT -5
Naomi was on her way back from Medda's after a visit. She did it often, especially when she needed the older woman's advice on things. Bryce had been something, gorgeous, still more stubborn than any man alive and-- she was still stupid in love with him. She knew it even after she'd walked away from him and gone to see to the show. Sarah had known something had happened but all she'd said was she'd tell her later.
Adjusting her hat she brushed her hand across her forehead righting a bang that had gotten out and let out a sigh, the walk from Queens to Manhattan wasn't ever really easy but she enjoyed it many times over. She normally caught a trolly on the way but she'd detoured into the park for a quiet walk. She looked like she was a high class woman and many treated her as such as they passed. None would suspect the truth. She was a wonderful and talented actress why would they? She played the part well.
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Oct 3, 2009 18:48:41 GMT -5
And so it seemed that she was going to be wandering into his path when he least expected it. Here, in Manhattan, out of the way for both of them and there she was, dressed in her finery and looking every bit the woman he knew she had become. He was content to watch her for a few moments, admire her beauty and study the lines of her face while she was still unaware of his presence.
Just when she was about to pass him he fell into step beside her, looking down at her with a smile. "You do have a way of showing up just when I'm thinking about you, baby doll." He took a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it aside and looking down at her, wondering what was going on behind those blue eyes.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 3, 2009 18:55:11 GMT -5
She could at least resist the urge to jump as she looked over at him when he fell into step, his voice rolled over her and made the tiny hairs on her neck stand up as she suppressed the shiver that rolled down her back. She searched his face and saw the smile, it caused one to cross her own features and she looked forward her head held high.
"Do I now? You were thinking about me?" she wouldn't admit that she'd been talking about him with Medda, nor that she'd not spoken of him to Sarah yet. She was still in love with him, and she knew it. Her hand fell to her side, brushing his for only a moment before it sat back in her muff. She'd thought she was being sneaky, but she'd just needed to touch his skin for a second. Only a second..
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Oct 3, 2009 19:19:07 GMT -5
He searched her eyes for a moment, smiling a little bigger before he lowered his voice and leaned close. "Always, baby doll." Bryce might be stubborn but he was always as honest with Naomi as he could be and he wasn't about to stop that now. He felt her hand brush against his, the moment almost seemed accidental until he glanced sideways and caught a flash of something in her eyes.
"Headed back home?" He asked softly, keeping the conversation on something simple and uncomplicated, which was hard to find between them when you considered all that had transpired between them. As familiar as everything was, there was an element of unfamiliarity and awkwardness that Bryce wished he could erased but knew he was responsible for putting there by creating the distance between them, pushing her away - whether it was for her own good or not, it still hurt.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 3, 2009 20:02:38 GMT -5
Naomi looked over at him and tilted her head, small talk was harder for her when she wanted to be doing anything but. Though she abliged him with a smile that didn't really reach her eyes and got into the character of the woman who was far above the average. Even though she was far, far from it.
"That I am, having tea with a friend in Manhattan. Just thought I'd take a stroll threw Central Park.." She didn't like the wall, she hated it. A part of her wanted to break it down so he would talk to her again, actually it wasn't just a part of her. Her entire being wanted the closeness again, yearned for it. "You?"
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Oct 3, 2009 20:11:51 GMT -5
"Just got off work at the docks," Bryce explained, wishing he could get the light back into her eyes. Bryce had always lived with walls, spent a lifetime building them, letting her back in wasn't easy for him. "Thought I'd take a walk and get to know the city." It made him feel better to know the area, it settled the uneasiness that always seemed to linger in the back of his mind.
"May I walk you back then if you are headed home?" He offered, holding out his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. It had been a long time since Bryce had followed the social norms that the fine ladies and gentleman of the upper class adhered too, not since he'd been at home living with his parents. But such things stuck and he looked down at her expectantly; things weren't simple between them to be sure, but there was no doubt that he cared for her...he always had.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 3, 2009 20:22:17 GMT -5
Her mouth hung open for only a moment as she considered before she slid her arm into his easily. The contact brought something of a light to her eyes as she leaned her head against his shoulder for only a moment before the started walking.
"The city," she shook her head with a wry smile. "It's a lovely city, there are theaters and the opera. And then the parks and the bars and I don't think I've met a person yet that wasn't at least a little bit interesting.." she filled the silence with chatter for a moment before she fell silence. Touching him was almost a torture she wasn't sure she could handle but she held fast. She might not get another chance to touch him. Gods, she missed him
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Oct 3, 2009 20:31:25 GMT -5
They'd had so little time before, such a brief moment in the grand scheme of life but she had made an impression on Bryce's life and on him that he had never forgotten. Now with her hand tucked into his arm, a sense of normalcy to their interaction that had never existed before, Bryce felt a little ray of hope that perhaps they could have what they had dreamed of before, perhaps there was hope.
"Plenty to do, that's for sure," Bryce agreed, listening to her chatter and finding he loved the sound of her voice filling the space between them, like the music he used to play on the piano all those years ago. "And people...lots and lots of people," He arched an eyebrow at her and smiled, knowing that she knew how he felt about that particular element.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 3, 2009 20:44:24 GMT -5
She snorted and shook her head, letting her eyes roll. "And lots of people. Your least favorite thing.." she sighed like she had so long ago and echoed something she'd told him over and over again when they'd been younger. "You're such a hermit." But he wasn't with her. It was almost strange to be together now and she felt herself fall into some kind of old routine. Pushing aside the anxiety and instincts running supreme. She missed Bryce like she could never admit to him. She wanted to tell him, kiss him. But he wouldn't allow it.
She knew him well enough to know, she just wanted those walls low enough so she could climb over. Then he could build them as high as he liked, as long as he never kept her out.
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Oct 3, 2009 20:51:31 GMT -5
"Some things don't change," Bryce said, her old familiar refrain ringing in his ears and bringing a smile to his face. Certain aspects of his former life had demanded he be social, spend time in certain places, socializing with specific people, and Bryce dutifully complied. But the truth was, he preferred the solace of his own space and the people he loved above the hubbub of strangers and sorting through the social niceties to try to decipher what people actually meant. He was a hermit, even moreso now, but seeing her made him want to venture out more.
"Never did understand what a pretty girl like you saw in me," He quipped and though his tone was teasing there was a true curiosity to the statement.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 3, 2009 20:55:05 GMT -5
She heard the teasing tone but she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't say it if he didn't actually mean it. Her head fell a little bit as she thought about it, her eyes shifted to his and she offered him a small smile.
"Because, you swept me off of my feet when you played the piano for me." Just once and she was in love with a man who could be so strong, and make music like that. She sang to the tune all those years ago and yet. She wasn't the same women. Her eyes sought his, "I never knew.. why you would even look at me.." Pretty only got you so far in life, she'd learned that the hard way.
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