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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 8, 2008 23:45:03 GMT -5
He laughed even harder at this, running a hand through his hair as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Well thanks I think." Glancing up at her again he held out a hand, but noticing the state of it brought it back to wipe on his shirt before offering it again. "Names Danny."
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 8, 2008 23:49:36 GMT -5
She slid her hand into his easily, she would have either way. Her hands were small but they were work warn, long hours and it was easy to see she wasn't the kind of pampered little girl. "Elizabeth, but I prefer Tate.." After that she sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around her knees. "It was a compliment," she said on a chuckle.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 9, 2008 11:29:25 GMT -5
He nodded and offered a polite grin at the introduction, expecting her to be on her way. As she sat down beside him on the crate he glanced over, an amused grin on his face. "Alright then, thanks." He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a drag. Still leaning forward on his knees he blew out a puff of smoke and glanced back at her. "So what's a girl like you doin' in a place like this?" There were few girls to be found anywhere near the boxing ring, except the occasional Brooks girl, and she was definitely not Brooklyn.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 9, 2008 12:11:29 GMT -5
She rocked a little on her backside like a child thinking of an answer that would satisfy before she spoke, "My Dad used to bring me here all the time when he was home, he said it was character building." That made her chuckle, her father had a lot of ways of expressing himself, and watching the matches was one of them. Her eyes flicked back to him and she smiled, this girl was so far from being a Brooklyn girl it could have been another world.
"What brings you out to fight? You're not one of the regular guys..."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 9, 2008 19:50:05 GMT -5
"My Dad used to bring me here all the time when he was home, he said it was character building."
He snorted a small chuckle, blowing out a puff of smoke as he did so.
"What brings you out to fight? You're not one of the regular guys..."
He shrugged at her question, leaning back against the crates next to her. "Newspaper business aint doin' so well, need a couple extra bucks." It was true that he was only doing it for the money. He wasn't an aggressive person by nature, he preferred to be left alone for the most part, but fighting, well, he knew he was good at it. He saw every match as nothing more than money in his pocket.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 9, 2008 19:54:51 GMT -5
She leaned her head on her knees to look at him as he spoke before she nodded a little, "I work at Stan's Bakery in the Bronx, not many of the newsies are selling papers as much as they used too. What happened?" She sounded concerned for him and worried about all the newsies as a whole. She'd meet a lot of really sweet guys that sold papers-- and her best friend Sweets did too.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 1:11:04 GMT -5
He shrugged, taking another drag on his cigarette. "Price hike." He sighed, resting his hand on his knee. "Most of us can't afford ta sell." He wasn't happy about it, but he knew he'd be alright. The idea of a strike appealed to him more as means of sticking it to the man than actually making a difference.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 1:18:54 GMT -5
She bit her lip for a moment and leaned back a little, watching him before she spoke. "How are you eating?" Tate didn't have any real problems so she spent most of her time worrying about others. "Hey you-- want a sweet bun? I think I still have one..."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 1:59:32 GMT -5
"How are you eating? Hey you-- want a sweet bun? I think I still have one..."
He looked over at her, an amused grin still lingering on his lips. "I'm eatin' just fine sweet'eart, save your charity for someone who needs it." Most of the kids were a lot worse off than he was, hell, he'd just made five bucks easy by beating some guy to a bloody pulp. He took another drag of his cigarette and leaned his head back against the crate. He wasn't one to create small talk, but he wasn't averse to responding to it. He just had no problem with silence.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 2:03:21 GMT -5
She stuttered, "I uhh-- I didn't mean it as charity I offer everyone food.." she gave him a wry smile, it was honest and still friendly. She hated how she tended to offend people by her good nature alone. Sometimes she did it without realizing she had. Tate frowned, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you--"
It seemed like such a waist, there was honest concern on her face, and she had never seen giving someone a sweet bun as charity. She'd always seen it as feeding someone. Figuring that everyone needed food..
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 2:11:52 GMT -5
He glanced over at her, a slightly confused expression on his face. "Offend me?" He chuckled lightly, taking a drag on his cigarette and looking back out at the crowd. "Guess I don' get out much, but last I knew bein' generous was a good thing." It was New York, survival of the fittest. Everyone had to work for food, so anyone offering it freely was being charitable in his estimation. He didn't care either way, he was sincere in his suggestion that she save it for someone who needed it.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 3:03:23 GMT -5
She opened her mouth and then closed it before she smiled softly, why did that make her feel better? "Some people don't see it that way, they get offended when I offer? I just like to give people sweet things-- " She liked to give, it was how she made the world make sense. Giving of herself everything she had to offer, it showed in her smile. "Heh, I like to give people things no matter what, and I like to feed people-- it's just my nature.."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 16:30:32 GMT -5
He grinned at her explanation, positive he'd never met anyone like her before. "Well if ya ever get the urge ta feed people I know a couple dozen kids in Brooklyn who'd sure appreciate a visit." He was, of course, referring to the Brooklyn lodging house. Even before the strike everyone tended to be hungry, but the past few weeks he was seeing some of them really hurting for a meal.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 16:42:06 GMT -5
She looked at him for a long while as if she was considering it and then she seemed to make up her mind. "I've got an idea-- how about I give you some rolls and things to take? I can use my pay to get a good couple loaves of bread.." She smiled at him, she had such a bright smile. "It would make you a hero. I'm almost positive of that.." she seemed to have a positive outlook.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 19:41:23 GMT -5
He laughed lightly, readjusting his cap and holding his cigarette in his lips. "I don't want ta be a hero," he removed the stick from his lips and spoke more clearly. "But I can't see how I can turn ya down... They'd never forgive me." He grinned and stood up, dabbing his lip with the back of his hand to assure it had stopped bleeding and quickly brushing off his pants.
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