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Post by bunky on Jun 2, 2009 17:55:12 GMT -5
PIper thought about it and then a idea struck her on the head.
"How about Tibby's? It's very good food I assure you." PIper replied to him as she felt him take her hand, feeling how tingly it was when their hands touched. She smiled and felt a nice breeze coming through, hitting some hair in front of her eyes and she pushed it back from her eyes and behind her years.
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Post by Squints Matsumura on Oct 31, 2009 22:49:01 GMT -5
[NEW DAY]
King sat on top a pile of crates, a burning cigarette hanging from his mouth and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. It had been a long miserable day. When he woke up this morning, he had banged his head on the top bunk, Mr. Weisel tried to rip him off 4 papers, it was a bad selling day, and to top it off, on his way back to the Lodging House he ran into Oscar Delancy and wound up with a black eye.
Needing some respite from everything, he had grabbed a bottle of whiskey he had hidden away and a new pack of cigarettes and headed down to the harbor to drown out the world.
King took another drag on his cig and exhaled, watching the smoke drift above his head. Then, he took a huge swig from his already half-empty bottle of whiskey, enjoying the soothing burn as it flowed down his throat.
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Post by trip on Jan 4, 2010 23:15:13 GMT -5
Trip yawned and rubbed at her eyes. She'd wanted to explore the city a bit, figuring it would be a good idea to know more about the city she was currently staying in. However, she'd been out and walking around for quite a while now and she was starting to get tired. She yawned again and shook her head, trying to shake herself awake. She looked out at the harbor before her and decided she'd walk just a bit further before heading back to find somewhere to stay for the night. Since she was staring out ahead of her, she failed to notice the small box just in front of her feet and she barely managed to cover her face with her hands before she crash landed on the ground. As she disentangled herself from the ground, she cursed rather loudly. She took a few wobbly steps forward and groaned. "Stupid shoes," she muttered, staring down at her feet. Her shoes were just a little too big for her, and definitely did not help with her clumsiness.
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Post by Squints Matsumura on Jan 5, 2010 21:20:18 GMT -5
King took another swig of his whiskey, enjoying the burn flowing down his throat. He looked out at the water before him, when he heard someone walking down the dock towards him. He turned to see who it was-- his body tensing up, on full alert, preparing for any threat. He had enough today. As the figure loomed closer-- appearing to be smaller than him-- the tension in his body eased up, and he took a drag of his cigarette, watching the figure walk along the dock.
As the person got closer revealing herself to be female by the obvious curves, all tension in King's body disappeared and he began to relax. He couldn't recall seeing her around before. He took a quick swig of his whiskey again, and watched the girl intently from his perch-- enjoying the view. Just as he was about to make his presence known, she tripped over a small box and fell to the ground, swearing. King chuckled quietly to himself. Well she's not the most graceful of girls, is she?
"Stupid shoes,"
King took one more swig of his whiskey, and smiled. "I don't think it was the shoes, doll. You should watch where you're walking. Then, that might not happen." He jumped down from the crates, set his bottle of whiskey and pack of cigs on a lower crate, and walked over to her asking, "You alright?"
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Post by trip on Jan 6, 2010 19:02:33 GMT -5
Trip eyed the stranger warily for a moment, then nodded. "I'm fine. But it's definitely the shoes." She kicked the box she'd tripped over out of the way. "They're too big." She sighed and looked down at her shoes again. She shook her head. "But, they were all I could find. And I don't have the money to be replacing them just yet." She looked up and smiled at the boy, "I'm Trip, by the way. Who're you?" She looked him over casually and wondered who he was and what he was doing out here. He seemed friendly enough, at least. She had, of course, run into plenty of strangers that seemed nice and turned out to be otherwise, but she figured there wasn't much use in trying to guess what someone was like before they could actually show you.
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Post by Squints Matsumura on Jan 6, 2010 22:38:16 GMT -5
King crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised an eyebrow at her fitting name. "I'm King..." He started back towards the crates, motioning for Trip to follow him. He picked up his pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and lit it with the lighter from his pocket. He took a long drag from it and exhaled, watching Trip inquisitively.
"You new 'round here, doll?" King asked, a hint of his southern accent coming through. Holding his cigarette in one hand, he lifted his bottle of whiskey to his lips with his other and took a quick swig and swallowed.
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Post by trip on Jan 6, 2010 23:53:13 GMT -5
Trip scowled, wishing he hadn't decided to climb up to the top of the crates. She didn't like climbing on things, particularly not on things that could move (or would most likely move, knowing her luck). After a few seconds, she decided it was worth it to follow him, even if there was a chance that the crates would all shift and collapse while she was climbing them.
It took her a bit longer to climb up to the top and by the time she reached it, she paused and looked back, almost stunned she'd made it to the top at all. She half walked, half crawled over to where he was sitting and sat down next to him. "Yeah. I haven't really been here long. I've been traveling, and well, I sorta ran out of land to travel, I guess. This place has been interesting so far, though. How long have you been here?" She looked over at him, curious. "That accent of yours isn't from around here, is it?"
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Post by Squints Matsumura on Jan 11, 2010 15:01:01 GMT -5
King moved over giving Trip some room to sit down next to him. He took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. "Been here a few years..." He replied vaguely, trying to avoid going into details. "I'm originally from New Orleans."
King stared out at the horizon-- the reason for his leaving New Orleans coming back to him. Memories of his father, the stories he was told about his mother, the life he had with his father all flooding back to him. Then, the memories of his grandparents cruelty and prejudice, after his father's death, came back to haunt him.
King shook his head forcing himself out of his stupor. He clenched his bottle of whiskey tightly in his hand and took a big swig-- hoping to drown out the memories. It had been years since the memories from his past life came back to haunt him... He hated remembering...
King turned back to Trip, looking her over, hoping she didn't notice his brief trance. "What brings someone like you to our fair city?" He held the bottle of whiskey towards her, offering her some of his drink.
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Post by trip on Jan 11, 2010 18:45:14 GMT -5
Trip looked at him quizzically for a moment, wondering what had made him look off into space like that. Being as curious as she was, she wanted to ask him about it, but decided not to. After all, she'd just met him.
So, instead, she focused on answering his question. "I'm not sure by what you mean by someone like me, but I'm looking for work, mostly. I pretty much just travel around and do what jobs I can for as long as I'm needed." She paused for a moment, thinking of her family back home. "I try and send as much money home as I can.... sometimes that doesn't quite work, but I try. My mother doesn't like it much, me being so far from home and all, but... well... I had to do something. I couldn't just let her do all of it, you know?" Trip paused again and shook her head. "But that was probably more than you wanted to know, huh? What about you? What do you do? Does your family mind you being here? It's pretty far, right?"
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Post by Squints Matsumura on Jan 22, 2010 19:41:48 GMT -5
"That's good of you ta do that for your mom." King took one last drag of his cigarette, snubbed it out on the crate next to him and then he flicked his cigarette butt into the water below and pulled another out of his front shirt pocket along with his lighter and lit it. He took a long drag from his cig and sighed, exhaling the smoke. He hated talking about his family but he's the one who brought the subject up asking her what she was doing here, so he kind of had to answer. King took a swig of his whiskey, before answering Trip's question. "I'm a Newsie here in Manhattan. Don't really got any family left. Well, that counts as family anyways. The family I do got left back in New Orleans, want nothing to do with me and don't know where I am. Sent me away to get me out of their hair. Figured if they got rid of me their 'family disgrace' would disappear too, I guess." King set the whiskey bottle down on the crate between he and Trip, took his cigarette in that hand, and with his empty hand he reached into his pants pocket and clutched the worn photo of his parents that his father gave him when he was dying in bed. He pulled it out of his pocket and opened it next to him-- where he thought Trip couldn't see-- so he could look at it. (Picture of his Parents)  |
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