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Post by lunayoung on Oct 24, 2009 20:22:39 GMT -5
Luna trudged down the street. Ever since Snoddy's return she had been a nervous wreck, worrying about him and his injuries, worrying about his new attachment and concern for Nike, and debating with herself what she was to do about her ever growing feelings for him. When she wasn't spending her time with Snoddy, she would walk the streets trying to clear her head, usually at night (which was her time of day), but today she needed some fresh air and couldn't wait for the night.
Luna had her hands shoved in her pockets and a look of anger and distress on her face. She had just heard from some of her friends about Snoddy's encounter with Brooke, and the complete embarrassment she put him through. She was furious. Furious that someone could treat him like that, furious that he felt for someone else like he had for Brooke, and disappointed that he couldn't feel like that for her. Well, maybe he could feel that way if you told him how you felt, you idiot... She sighed, as she kicked a stone in front of her.
Catching some movement by the statue of Horace Greeley as she passed by, Luna stopped and glanced in that direction to see what it was. She scowled and pursed her lips as she recognized who it was. Brooke LeRue. She had never had a problem with the girl. She actually liked her quite well and in passing they had been friendly towards each other. But, Snoddy was her best friend and she cared about him and loved him too much to not say anything. She walked towards Brooke, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Who do you think you are?!" she blurted out before she could stop herself. Uh oh. I have to be careful what I say to her or all the guys in Manhattan are going to hate me. She bit her bottom lip, and relaxed her scowl slightly, but kept her arms crossed.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Oct 24, 2009 23:32:41 GMT -5
She blinked at the girl and backed up a little towards the statue, who did she think she was? A frown knit her delicate features as she gave her a slight, placating look. "I've no idea what your talkin' bout, mon che.." her tone was light and oddly confused as she gave the girl a look that could have been crossed with something amidst not actually understanding the terminology that the girl used and wondering what had her knickers in a kink.
"Really," she said waving her hands a bit, looking at the girl as if she'd been struck in the head something fierce. Why was everyone so strange lately?
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Post by lunayoung on Oct 25, 2009 22:27:56 GMT -5
"I've no idea what your talkin' bout, mon che.."
Luna snorted, "No idea what I'm talking about?! Fine. Lemme explain it to you... How can anyone treat someone, as great as Snoddy, like you treated him?! You embarrassed him, broke his heart. And, mon Dieu, right before he went to go fight!" God, he could've died. She had to take a deep breath before she continued, to calm herself down so she didn't hit Brooke.
Luna looked Brooke up and down. What does Snoddy see in you that he can't see in me? Her face relaxed a bit but the scowl remained. She stood there waiting for Brooke to defend herself or explain...
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Post by Brook LaRue on Oct 26, 2009 1:53:31 GMT -5
She backed up and blinked, they hadn't even had the MEETING before that how did she even know any of this. Brook frowned and backed up more into the statue, "You don't know anything," she found herself saying calmly yet deliberately. Honestly she'd only seen the girl in passing, knew she was friends with Snoddy but that was about it.
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Post by lunayoung on Oct 28, 2009 21:36:32 GMT -5
Luna noticed Brooke back away so she uncrossed her arms and shoved her clenched fists into her pocket. Trying to not appear so intimidating, but her glare remained fixed upon Brooke. "Snoddy's my best friend. I know more than you think. He may not have come right out and said anything but I know how to read him pretty well and know when something is bothering him, so I'd do anything to help him. And, when a guy gets humiliated by a girl around here, whether or not it was public or not, it's not exactly a secret. It gets around."
Luna's jaw clenched as she thought about the hurt she saw on Snoddy's face when she saw him after what she later found out was his encounter with Brooke. She had tried to get him to tell her what was wrong, but he had just told her that it was too embarrassing. She was worried about him the entire time he was off fighting because of it. Later on she had heard some kids laughing about what had happened between Brooke and Snoddy, (from him walking in on her naked, to him asking to kiss her and the rejection) and she ended up giving one of the kids a black eye. She had been pissed about his infatuation with Brooke, him seeing her naked, and the kids laughing at Snoddy's expense.
Luna relaxed her jaw, "How would you feel if someone you liked told you something along the lines of, 'well, I don't know how I feel about you because I like someone else, but hey he doesn't notice me that way so I guess I could like you...'? It's gotta be humiliating! To feel like your second best, someone's fall back!" She took one of her hands out of her pocket and pulled her checkered hat off her head and let her black curls fall to her shoulders. She clenched the hat tightly in her hand.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Oct 29, 2009 14:57:53 GMT -5
Brook frowned and finally her eyes flashed temper, the southern born girl was a completely different breed of human than the girls in New York and she finally clenched her fist. She was at her end, with everything really and Luna had crossed a line that did not need to be crossed, with an elegant cajun swear she advanced.
"You listen to me now," her voice was dark and warning as she stood nose to nose with the girl, dark brown eyes flashing something fierce. "You don't know anything about me, mon che. So don't you DARE think you know anything about what went on between Snoody and I. He may be your best friend but he is also mine and if you think I don't care about him. You are dead wrong.." she could have struck, nearly as lethal as anything else but she refrained, she had to much stock. Flirting was a natural way of life where she was from, it was a culture shock for her to be in New York as much as it was for Snoddy. Having a dear friend ask to kiss you where she was from was a way of courtship, it probably meant less to him than the proposition had to her. She hadn't meant any harm, because she cared to much for him and it had been an awkward position to be in.
"I'm sick to death of people like you believing I've done wrong, I'm not a tart, nor am I some little strumpet. You want to make accusations maybe you should find another cajun to fight with." Lifting her head she tossed her hair over her shoulder and gave Luna a warning look. "You think you're helping but all you've done is made things worse. What happened between us is of NONE of our concern and I doubt very highly he'd whisper a word about the incident in the washroom, mon che. He's a much better man then that. So if you heard it from someone, you don't know anything... because he nor I would mention a word about something so sensitive to anyone."
With a growl she backed up, "Whatever may or may not be between Snoddy and I, has nothing to do with anyone but the two of us so mind your own." Now she had to go find Blink and make sure HE hadn't found out about it, they may not be together but the last thing she wanted to happen was for a fight to break out over her and she could feel it coming. She swore roundly. "You've done nothing but make things worse for both of us, I suggest you stay clear of me from now on. Least I REALLY lose my temper..."
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Post by lunayoung on Oct 29, 2009 17:35:02 GMT -5
Luna hated when people got in her face but she had to restrain herself from pushing Brooke away. She wasn't going to give anyone ammunition to hate her-- because she knew Brooke was a popular person, so if she got physically aggressive she'd have a lot of enemies. "Get out of my face, I didn't want any serious trouble!" she growled through clenched teeth. "I'm just trying to protect someone I lo-- care about."
Luna shoved her hat back on her head and continued to fix her scowl on Brooke, "Nowhere, in everything I just said, did I ever call you a 'tart or strumpet'! And, I'm sorry if it sounded like that's what I was doing! Because I wasn't! God knows, I have no right to! I'm not a hypocrite!" She inhaled a deep breath and slowly released it, trying to calm herself down. "Mon Dieu, I know he's a better man than that! I'm not stupid! And, yes, what I heard probably wasn't one hundred percent true and more than likely was exaggerated a bit, but some of it's got to be true for you to be to defensive about it!" *She threw her hands up in the air* "I don't even WANT to know everything!" It would probably hurt too much to hear, she thought to herself.
Luna's scowl softened but didn't disappear totally as Brooke backed away. She took her hands back out of her pockets and crossed them in front of her chest again, creating as much of a barrier as she could. With her brow still furrowed and her mouth still pursed, her gaze drifted to the ground. Muttering under her breath --thinking that Brooke was leaving and couldn't hear her-- Luna said "How do you think it feels to watch and listen to someone you love, swoon over someone else...?" A single tear slid slowly down her cheek as she thought about what Brooke said. About making things worse... She didn't mean to. She was just trying to protect her best friend. She always did have a problem thinking before she spoke, which most of the time got her in trouble.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Oct 29, 2009 18:49:33 GMT -5
Brook was finished with the conversation as well as the girl's theatrics. She didn't care, how would she feel? HAH! Who did this girl think she was? The tears were not enough to melt the cajun girls heart, she growled a little before she turned.
"I know the feeling well, might want to check your facts before you make accusations," she was finished, done. With nothing more she walked away to go and find Blink, her arms folded across her chest without even a return glance. If she stayed much longer she'd just see the girl for what she thought she was, a hyper emotional little twit. And she didn't want to feel badly for thinking that either. She was the one that had bombarded her then had the audacity to cry about it. That was almost insane, and she felt like the girl was.
It was enough that she felt like she'd crushed a friend and he didn't understand why but to be attacked because of it by someone she didn't know and rumors circulating was enough to have anyone angry.
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Post by lunayoung on Oct 31, 2009 21:18:51 GMT -5
After Brooke's final remark, Luna listened to her walk away. Oh, God. What have I done? She plopped to the ground and her head fell into her hands. She had been so stressed out about everything- her feelings for Snoddy, worrying about Snoddy while he was away fighting, and worrying about him now that he was back but injured-- that she just let Brooke have it before thinking about what she was doing.
Luna got control of her emotions and stood up, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and put a resolute face on. Well, what's done is done. Can't change the past. I'll just have to give it a few days and then try to find Brooke and apologize... And, I should probably explain to Snoddy what I've done before he hears from someone else. Oh, Mon Dieu. She shoved her hands in her pockets and continued her walk, before she headed back to talk to Snoddy.
((I promise. Luna's not emotionally unstable. She's just overwhelmed and stressed out.))
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Post by Alice Byrne on Jan 4, 2010 2:16:23 GMT -5
((New Day))
Alice wasn't a typical morning person as most people would describe one. She wasn't cheery or overly energetic and she certainly didn't delight in seeing the sun come up or anything like that but, still, she had to find some way to get her work done at a decent enough time that she could still have some time to enjoy her weekend or, on the rare occasion that she had to work on a school day, her afternoon.
Today was one of those rare occasions. Her father had told her the day before that he wanted her to remind all of the tenants that their rent was due at the end of the week. At 9:00 at night, that was not too difficult with most of the residents. However, this was not so in every case. A few of the younger tenants, including a few newsies who lived there had either still been out doing whatever they did at night or were too tired (or too broke) to answer the door.
Experience had taught Alice that, if someone couldn’t be reached in his or her apartment at the first try, it was usually more effective to try to find them where they worked or spent most of their time. So, despite the near freezing temperatures outside, the early hour, and the thin layer of snow on the ground, she was waiting by the statue in front of the gates for familiar faces. She figured that they all picked up their newspapers early enough that she might be able to make it over to a few other tenants’ workplaces before school so that she would have time after school to make it over to the racetrack to catch the rest before it got dark.
“Damnit!” she hissed in frustration as she hit one of her marbles too hard and it rolled under the locked gate and into the still-darkened distribution area. She hated everything about this from the thick gloves she was wearing which made it almost impossible to tell how hard or soft she was rolling her marble to her parents’ insistence that she remind their deadbeat tenants of a rent deadline which they should damn well know on their own. Who cared if they “needed time to get the money together?” All these notifications ever did to her was make her listen to their pathetic sob stories as to why they “couldn’t come up with the whole rent this month” twice in one week instead of once.
And of course, to make everything worse, she was still practically the only person anywhere near the distribution center. “Stupid, Newsie bums” she grumbled to herself as she gathered up the remainder of her marbles before she lost any more of them, “can’t even manage to get their lazy butts down to their own jobs at a decent time”. She stuffed the bag of marbles into her coat pocket slid up onto the ledge of the statue, glaring out at the street in front of her with her arms crossed over her chest. At this rate, she wouldn’t have time for anything else before school started.
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