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Post by moonlight on Aug 12, 2008 10:36:52 GMT -5
"Well that's great! Congratulations,"
Pockets smiled broadly. "Thanks Mush, we are also very happy ourselves." She laughed, thinking that she sounded to proper.
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Post by mush on Aug 14, 2008 19:44:47 GMT -5
"Well..." he shrugged unsure of what else to say. What do you say to someone when they come up to you and say, 'we're dating'? 'Congratulations, wanna cookie?' He just found it a rather odd situation to be in.
"I wonder if that little girl's gonna come back. I mean, I only told her to run around the block a couple of times... then again I didn't think she'd actually do that but..." he shrugged and chuckled a little.
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Post by moonlight on Aug 15, 2008 13:25:26 GMT -5
"I wonder if that little girl's gonna come back. I mean, I only told her to run around the block a couple of times... then again I didn't think she'd actually do that but..."
Pockets wondered who the little girl was. "Mush...who was that little girl? Did she happen ta be from Queens?" She didn't want a young girl wandering around alone, especially if it was one of her friends sisters.
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Post by mush on Aug 15, 2008 20:22:48 GMT -5
Mush chuckled a little. "Hey what young little girl AIN'T from Queens now adays?" It seemed like the entire borough was made out of girls, from the leader down to the youngest member. Seemed a little harsh, he felt kinda bad for saying it, though he didn't realize Pockets was from Queens, the only indication was when she had mentioned Prince a few minutes ago, and he didn't remember.
"Yeah, a young little thing, Butterfly, I think she said her name was," he smiled a little. "She was kinda cute," he said remembering. "I mean, little cute kid," he said explaining himself. He didn't do it hurriedly, just mildly, she had been a cute little kid after all, and nothing more.
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Post by snitch on Aug 17, 2008 17:52:33 GMT -5
"Hey what young little girl AIN'T from Queens now adays?Yeah, a young little thing, Butterfly, I think she said her name was, She was kinda cute, I mean, little cute kid,"
Snitch tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind, so Snitch looked from Mush to Pockets to Mush and back to Pockets again, but nothing came out..again.
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Post by moonlight on Aug 17, 2008 17:58:11 GMT -5
"Hey what young little girl AIN'T from Queens now adays? Yeah, a young little thing, Butterfly, I think she said her name was, She was kinda cute, I mean, little cute kid,"
"Ya, I guess so, lots of little girls are in Queens if ya think 'bout it... Butterfly?! Oh, no...I don't think Connie would like dat at all..." She looked at Mush and sighed. "Do ya think she's gunna come back? "
Then Pockets looked at Snitch for a second, and saw he wasn't talking, so she said, "Snitch, why aren't ya tawkin'?"
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Post by mush on Aug 18, 2008 0:45:20 GMT -5
"Do ya think she's gunna come back? "
"I dunno. I mean, the kid fell in the river, I suggest she run around the block to dry off, so logic would bring her back, since I didn't say, "run home" or nothin' like that. I dunno..." he assumed that Connie was a friend of Pockets'. When the conversation seemed to look to Snitch he smiled slyly at his friend. He couldn't help it.
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Post by moonlight on Aug 18, 2008 14:07:35 GMT -5
"I dunno. I mean, the kid fell in the river, I suggest she run around the block to dry off, so logic would bring her back, since I didn't say, "run home" or nothin' like that. I dunno..."
Pockets nodded to Mush, but couldn't help but worry about her friends little sister. She also noted that Butterfly fell in the river, so she had to tell Connie that, incase Butterfly wants to learn how to swim.
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Post by dutchy on Feb 11, 2009 12:07:46 GMT -5
>>>>NEW DAY<<<<
Dutchy tossed his last few papers onto a crate before stepping on it and sitting on another stacked behind it. He wasn't very worried about selling these last few. One he'd read now, fully, and it was only noon. He'd snag a few customers on their lunch break on the way. Maybe he'd stop by Tibbys later on.
He opened one of the papers, folding it neatly in his laps before taking out the bag of lemon drops in his pocket. He didn't smoke. Well, not much anyway. Not half as much as Racetrack or Blink on a good day. Candy was beginning to be his vice.
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Post by georgiesullivan on Feb 17, 2009 19:43:02 GMT -5
Georgie had just finished some errands for her Mother. Her Mother worked at home at their apartment as a seamstress, preparing rips or tears or even darning or making new clothing for the people that needed it. Georgie had taken some of those items on home delivery. She didn't feel like going back to the apartment yet, just wasn't in the mood, not on such a beautiful day as this.
She was in Manhattan and so she decided to head to the Harbor. She had been there before and had loved the way the water reflected shimmers when the sun was shining. She lifted her face to the warmth of the sun, a smile of content and joy brighting her face as she just stood there, soaking in the sunlight. The day just couldn't have been better.
She opened her eyes and peered around the harbor, noticing she wasn't alone. There was a boy with blonde hair sitting on a crate. He had circular spectacles and seemed to be enjoying some candy. Georgie felt herself staring and hoped he didn't notice. She grinned and turned away, humming an old hymn to herself softly and twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.
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Post by dutchy on Feb 21, 2009 12:25:07 GMT -5
Dutchy didn't notice, too busy reading, but looked up, hearing the girl hum. She looked to be about his age and he had never seen her before. He hopped off the crate, picking up one of his papers and walked over to her.
"Scuse me, miss? Interested in a paper? I've only got a few left." He shrugged, waiting on her answer and knew she'd probably decline.
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Post by georgiesullivan on Feb 21, 2009 12:31:40 GMT -5
"Scuse me, miss? Interested in a paper? I've only got a few left."
Georgie turned when he approached, a wide smile spreading across her face. She bit her lip and looked down at his pape. The only money she had was the money they had made for the seamstress work. She couldn't spend that on a newspaper, cheap as it was. She thought a moment and her brow furrowed.
"I really would like to. My Pappy just loves sitting down and reading the paper after work...when we can afford it..." She bit her lip and trailed off when an idea struck her. Her grin returned.
"You got a loose button on your jacket and a couple holes. I could sew it up for you in exchange for a paper!" She offered, waiting expectedly for his answer.
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Post by dutchy on Feb 22, 2009 11:37:53 GMT -5
Dutchy looked a bit unsure. A loose button and a couple of holes where no big deal. In fact, sometimes it helped if the customers pitied you. But it didn't help too much with girls. Not that he was any good with girls anyway.
But she seemed nice. And it was a smart idea. And she wanted the paper for her father. Generous too. Not to mention that smile.
Dutchy nodded, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to her, with the paper. "How long will it take?" The fact that she could very easily run off with his paper and his jacket never entering his mind.
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Post by georgiesullivan on Feb 22, 2009 14:13:27 GMT -5
"How long will it take?"
She took his jacket and fingered it gently, putting her finger through one of the holes. "Hm, it will only take but a moment or two," she replied. As she spoke, she turned to her basket and pulled out a needle and found some string that matched the jacket pretty well and began her work, threading the string through the needle. She pushed the needle into the jacket and pulled, working with ease.
She smiled at him and remembered she had never introduced herself. "Oh um I'm Georgie by the way. Georgie Sullivan. What's your name?" She asked curiously, grinning intently at him.
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Post by dutchy on Feb 24, 2009 14:47:28 GMT -5
Georgie. Pretty cute name for a cute girl. But Dutchy was much too shy to ever say something like that out loud.
"Dutchy," He smiled and fixed a few crates for her to sit next to his pile of crates. "Have a seat."
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