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Post by muse on Jun 2, 2009 15:26:42 GMT -5
((New Day for Rex))
Muse sighed as she pushed Rex towards to booth and tossed her papers on one bench before she sat down. Leaning her head on the back of the booth she crossed her arms over her chest. "I just can't believe ya didn't tell me." She said quietly so not to attract attention to them from the other customers.
"I can give ya the money I got from sellin' and then I can sell extra papes ta help ya out." She looked at him carefully not sure what he was going to say but knowing Rex, he would probably say no. But Muse was stubborn and if she kept pushing that she would help him pay for his apartment, he would eventually give in.
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Post by trex on Jun 3, 2009 0:02:03 GMT -5
Rex sighed as Muse pushed him towards the booth and sat down, looking towards the window with another sigh. He glanced at Muse and saw the weary expression on her face as she crossed her arms across her chest, staring at him.
"I just can't believe ya didn't tell me."
Rex sighed, toying with his clover, his face the perfect replica or a child with his hand stuck in the cookie jar. He had no reply for that, only looked up at Muse, blue eyes meeting blue.
"I can give ya the money I got from sellin' and then I can sell extra papes ta help ya out."
Rex shook his head, his brow furrowing. "Muse, you can't give me the easy way out all the time, I'm okay, I really am. I know you want to take care of me, but I can't take money from you, no matter if you are my sister, and a great one too, I just can't. Call it a matter of pride, but I can't be expecting you to save me from my problems all the time. I gotta quit foolin' and grow up."
He sighed tiredly, he hated those words. The words that he had heard so many times from his Father echoed in his head. "You aren't a child anymore."
He knew he wasn't a kid, he was seventeen. He worked hard, he really did, and cared about many things beside his fun, pranks, and art. He just couldn't bear being silent and strict all the time, it reminded him too much of the manor in Wisconsin, sitting in the parlor in silence while his Mother sipped her tea, being scolded if he made a single noise. He just couldn't stand being scolded all the time like that. He just had to do something sometimes.
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Post by muse on Jun 3, 2009 1:52:36 GMT -5
"Muse, you can't give me the easy way out all the time, I'm okay, I really am. I know you want to take care of me, but I can't take money from you, no matter if you are my sister, and a great one too, I just can't. Call it a matter of pride, but I can't be expecting you to save me from my problems all the time. I gotta quit foolin' and grow up."
Muse sighed, she knew he wouldn't take the money. Leaning back into the booth she looked out the window. "I know I can't always help ya, but I can try," Biting her lip she continued. "So what are ya goin' ta do?" She asked as she watched the people walk by not looking at him. It's not that she was so mad that she didn't want to look at him, its just she didn't want him to see how truly worried she was.
Her anger was slowly going away, she wanted to help but she wasn't going to push the matter of money with him. Tapping her fingers on the table top she tried to thing of some place he would be able to stay till he was back at the tracks, but was coming up with nothing.
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Post by trex on Jun 3, 2009 13:36:39 GMT -5
"I know I can't always help ya, but I can try, So what are ya goin' ta do?"
Rex sighed, he honestly didn't know. He knew he would work hard at the stables all day, work on his buggy at night, maybe steal a night in the stables, he knew when Carson retired above the livery, he could sneak in at night and sleep and then sneak out in the morning before Carson opened up, he sighed, that wasn't a very practical way to go and he was sure Muse wouldn't approve, but there was no where else to stay, and Rex still wasn't going to take her time and money.
He let out a frustrated sigh, kicking the table and resting his chin on his hand, staring down at the table top and pushing his silver clover around on it. He was still ashamed that he had let this happen to him, that he had not a single place to go at the moment while his sister was doing perfectly fine. He was supposed to be the independent one, she the dependent. He hated always needing Muse to fix everything, yet she was so good at that. He looked at her sincerely and took his finger, placing it gently under her chin and turning her face to look at his. He sighed when he saw the worry in her eyes.
"You're too good to me, y'know that?" He said softly, giving her a small earnest smile.
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Post by muse on Jun 3, 2009 15:10:31 GMT -5
Leaning forward she placed her hand on his to stop him from driving the clover on the table. "We'll think of something," She said determinedly giving his hand a little comforting squeeze. "Everything will be fine."
"You're too good to me, y'know that?"
She smiled back a little and let her ink stained hands fall to her lap. "Yer my brother," She said with a shrug. "Takin' care'a ya is what I do." She laughed a little and looked up at the waiter as he came to their table. Ordering her food she looked at Rex seeing what he was going to have.
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Post by trex on Jun 3, 2009 16:27:28 GMT -5
"We'll think of something, Everything will be fine."
Rex looked down at her hand that rested over his and smiled up at his sister, those words were just what he needed to hear. He only hoped she was right though, those words were easier said than actually happening. He sighed one last time before giving her a smile and dropping his clover back off of the table, still hanging around his neck.
"Yer my brother, Takin' care'a ya is what I do."
Rex grinned, his heart warming at those words, and moved a piece of hair behind her ear, kissing her cheek. "Well yer my sister, and lovin' ya is what I do."
Rex studied the menu, trying to decide quickly so the waiter wouldn't have to wait too long. "Pork and beans please, a roll, and...if some chocolate milk?" He gave the waiter a grin and the waiter nodded trudging away. Rex went back to resting his chin on his palm and sleepily smiled.
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Post by muse on Jun 3, 2009 18:59:21 GMT -5
Muse smiled as he stopped playing with the clover, it had become kinda a habit when he was nervous or thinking. She knew that sooner or later they will find a way to get him the money he needed to get back into his place.
"Well yer my sister, and lovin' ya is what I do."
She laughed and smiled shaking her head a bit looking at him. She watched as he gave the waiter his order and then gave the waiter a smile as he walked away to get their food. Biting her lip she thought quietly. "Ya ever thought about just asking Mr. Carson to dock the 17 dollars from yer pay, little by little, then he'd have his money and you'd have ya place?" She suggested, it made sense to her.
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Post by trex on Jun 5, 2009 23:17:54 GMT -5
"Ya ever thought about just asking Mr. Carson to dock the 17 dollars from yer pay, little by little, then he'd have his money and you'd have ya place?"
Rex looked at her a little confused, tipping his head to the side. Then he thought about it for a long moment and it made sense to him too. He grinned, his blue eyes lighting up immediately as he stood up in his excitement. "Hey! That's a good idea Muse!" He exclaimed, she had no idea how happy he would be to get his apartment back, and she wouldn't have to worry about him as much. He would make sure he never got into such a slump again and would work on his responsibility.
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Post by muse on Jun 5, 2009 23:35:38 GMT -5
Muse raised an eyebrow at him letting the idea run through his mind, and laughed when he jumped up.
"Hey! That's a good idea Muse!"
She was glad that he was happy again and smiled at him. "So after lunch we can go and talk ta Mr. Carson about it." She said as their food came. "But for now eat," She told him firmly. She gave the waiter a thankful smile and cut into the pie she had ordered. She wasn't hungry really just the pie sounded really good at that moment.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Aug 13, 2009 21:17:45 GMT -5
((New Day))
Brook looked at the blond girl that both of the boys were fawning over and sighed, at times-- it just wasn't worth getting upset over. She couldn't change them and truth be told she would never try. She liked how Specs and Blink were. If they were another way it wouldn't be nearly as fun to be around them.
She pulled out her menu and leaned back tucking a dark curl behind her ear and looking around. Tibby's usually alive and hopping seemed so sparse, most of their clientele was Newsies and most of them-- well they were trying to keep together. She ordered when the waitress came and propped her elbow on the table, using her hand to cradle her cheek as she started to day dream. Letting the boys flirt to their hearts content.
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Post by Kid Blink on Aug 13, 2009 23:07:02 GMT -5
((I'm calling her Sally, dammit!))
Blink had always been one for a challenge. Sally had folded easily enough to his flirtations, which was nice, but it really took all the fun out of it when they just caved like that. He'd expected this to happen and end pretty quickly--and then Brook showed up with Specs en tow. And Specs, of course, had taken an immediately liking to Sally.
Not the challenge Blink had had in mind, but what the hell. Wouldn't be the first time they fought for a dame.
Taking advantage of the fact that Sally, having known Blink for a good fifteen minutes longer than she'd known Specs, took a seat next to Blink, he draped his arm along the back of the booth, behind Sally's shoulders.*
Sally, tragic brainless thing that she was, giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl. No matter. She didn't have to talk, as far as Blink was concerned.
"So then, I told him, I says, 'Look, you can't do that. You can't beat up on girls, I don't care if she ripped you off.' And he goes, 'I can do whatever I damn well please'--excuse me, miss, his words, not mine--'and you can take a leap!' So I socked him one in the eye, laid him out flat."**
Blink took a sip of his water and looked across the table at Brook, hiding behind her menu. Under the table, he gently nudged her with his foot. "Ain't that right, Brook?"***
(* - This footnote does not exist.)
(** - ...Yeah, I have no idea what he's talking about either. Fill in the blanks, we'll see what we come up with.)
(*** - Yep. Blink just turned to Brook for validation in his story to impress a girl. Ohh, that cad!)
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Post by Specs on Aug 14, 2009 10:18:13 GMT -5
Specs was sure to grab a seat on Sally's other side. She was about as bright as a wet match, but she was the best thing he had looked at all day. And Specs loved all women, but it was the blondes that really did it for him. But Kid Blink was busy cozying up to her and telling her some cock and bull story, while Brook took refuge behing a menu.
"Ain't that right, Brook?"
Specs scoffed, not exactly quietly, and glanced under the table, to make sure the foot he was kicking was Blink's. Once he got his attention, he gave a sideways glance to Brook, essentially trying to tell him to pay attention to his woman...and not his broad. Specs was confident that Sally would be quite comfortable with him.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Aug 14, 2009 16:10:31 GMT -5
Brook lifted her head from her revere when Blink nudged her foot and sighed, giving him a sideways glance. If she didn't love the both of them like she did she wouldn't really be privy to their flirtations but where she came from-- flirting was just how people communicated. She tapped her fingers on the table and offered Blink a quiet smile.
"That's right, che," She turned back to her menu and tried to drown it out a bit with her own day dreams. There had to be something good on this menu but in truth she wanted some hearty gumbo and crawdads. That thought alone made her stomach growl in response. Shifting in her seat she looked at Sally.
The girl was dull and stupid from what she could tell, and Brook had known many girls like her. She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes and she went back to her hiding spot behind the menu. Who knew it would be so awkward to be the fourth wheel with these boys. Oh well, she was to dark to be blond-- hell at times she was to dark for people to consider her white. But what did she honestly care?
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Post by Kid Blink on Aug 15, 2009 2:04:35 GMT -5
Blink gave Brook a grateful smile, oblivious to her discomfort and distraction for preference of the blonde beauty beside him. Leaning over, he whispered--in a stage whisper, of course, so Specs could take a lesson in the subtleties of wooing women--in Sally's ear his ready line, the back-up flirtation that had never let him down.
"My dear, my dear, I know more than another what makes your heart beat so; not even your own mother can know it as I know, who broke my heart for her when the wild thought, that she denies and has forgot, set all her blood astir and glittered in her eyes."
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Kid Blink knew a poem. Just the one, but it served him oh! so well. And, as expected, it looked to be doing him a good turn yet again, as Sally blushed and giggled.
"Why, I do declare!" she squealed, hunching her shoulders and cocking her head delicately, smiling expectantly at Blink.
Funny, she hadn't had a southern accent before...
Oh well, no matter.
(Yep, I just anachronised myself, I think. The poem's by Yeats, and I don't think it was published until around 1910. I couldn't find one that was short enough that Blink could feasibly have memorized it, but wasn't anachronistic, on short notice. My apologies.)
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Post by Specs on Aug 18, 2009 8:04:14 GMT -5
What the hell was that? Did he just make that up? Sounded like it, There were a lot of words in there that Specs was fairly sure didn't really exist...what the hell did "astir" mean, anyway? Sally had angled her body exclusively at Blink at this point, shouldering out Specs, who wouldn't admit that Blink was any kind of competition when it came to secudtion but only had an advantage because he'd seen the broad first so screw him, he didn't want sloppy seconds anyway.
It looked like Specs was going to have to make up for lost time tomorrow night. Let Kid Blink have his day for once. Not everyone could be as lucky as Specs when it came to women. Fortunately, he didn't think he'd given Sally many clues that he was after her. Who would want her, anyway? No brains, all... Well. Maybe that made up for it.
Specs turned away from the vomit-enducing scene to one side and focused on Brook across the table. He knew he could always fool around with Brook (although he couldn't expect anything to come out of it, which felt vaguely like building a sailboat when you lived in Kansas) without much consequence...meaning, he was fairly sure there wasn't much he could do to make her slap him.
"Hey, Brook," Specs said, rising from his seat and sliding next to her, practicially sitting in her lap. All the while he was grinning broadly, a sure sign that he was playing. "Teach me some of that Frenchy stuff. It might come in handy, y'know?" He lowered his voice so Blink and Sally couldn't her if they happened to get their tongues off the floor and were listening. "You owe me one red-head broad, y'know that?"
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