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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 19:58:02 GMT -5
She watched him rise and remained sitting for a moment, thinking about it. He seemed like a different type and she couldn't put her finger on it-- he wasn't like Jim who just spat at her like a mad dog or really-- like anyone. So she found it intriguing, after a quick moment she got to her feet and stretched a little to get the kinks out.
"Hungry people do desperate things, heh-- it's what my dad says a lot.." she brushed off her skirt and adjusted her shawl. She looked so very normal in comparison to the girls that ran around in Brooklyn, a lot softer. She didn't have the street roughness.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 20:17:29 GMT -5
He nodded at her remark, flicking his cigarette stub to the ground. "It's true, people will do a lot if they're starvin', and anything if their kids are starvin'." He watched her as she stood, his eyes subtly sweeping down her form as she did so. He certainly appriciated her feminine appearance and found it much more appropriate than what he saw in Brooklyn. Of course, he didn't blame the Brooks girls, it was survival of the fittest across the bridge. With a grin he gestured for her to go ahead of him. "Lead the way."
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 20:29:53 GMT -5
She gave him a bright smile and stepped in front of him, she didn't know the kinds of hardship that the other girls had known. All she knew were the hardships of her own life, losing her mother when she was young and trying to keep her aunt from getting hauled away.
She walked with a light step and said hi to a lot of people she seemed to know and then fell into step beside him, "You know, I don't think I'd want to live anywhere else other than New York..."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 20:49:57 GMT -5
He walked along beside her, his hands in his pockets and a lingering grin still tugging at his lips as they made their way through the crowd. At her comment he nodded, there was no place he'd rather live. "Yeah I'm the same way, dreamed of living here all my life." As he spoke he noticed a particularly fast carriage forcing it's way down the street and instinctively reached out his arm in front of her, abruptly stopping them both as the horses galloped past.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 21:00:21 GMT -5
"I've been here my whole life and I'm always finding something new," she was such a chipper sort, born and raised in New York City and she was unlike so many others that let the city change them into something dark.
The sound of the carriage was something she would have probably not noticed, so she collided with his arm and stood there, her dark eyes widening when the carriage passed them. Her heart was pounding and she leaned back, letting out a long slow breath. Her eyes rose up his form and she gave him a weak, if a bit scared smile. "Heh, thanks Danny."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 21:15:14 GMT -5
He quickly removed his arm and returned his hand to his pocket as the carriage made its way down the street. Catching the surprised look on her face he couldn't help but grin. "No problem, Tate." He gestured for her to continue. "So where exactly is this bakery of yours?"
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 21:16:57 GMT -5
She winced a little and then smiled, "Heh, don't mind walking to the Bronx do you?" She did every day, and happily. She left at about the same time the newsies did to get to work on time or even earlier than that and caught a carriage ride or just walked the whole way. Honestly she didn't mind to much.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 21:24:29 GMT -5
He shrugged indifferently, not really minding that going to The Bronx meant heading in the opposite direction of Brooklyn. To him, a stroll through New York was more than worth getting some free food to bring back home. "Nah, I've always like The Bronx." It was true, unlike most of the neighborhoods, there was a certain feeling of peace Danny observed in the northern borough that he didn't find in the rest of New York.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 21:28:41 GMT -5
It made her face light up when he said that. She was really started to like him, she was finding someone that could be a really good friend. Though it was one of Tate's failings that she trusted so easily. That she could easily think someone was such a good person and get taken advantage of in a large way.
"I like the Bronx too-- I was born here in Manhattan but ever since I started working at the Bakery I just can't help but like it there..."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 21:42:01 GMT -5
He nodded, it was obvious to him that she was from Manhattan, and to him it was a good thing. It wasn't as if everyone in Manhattan had it easy, but it was certainly more comfortable than some of the alternatives. He didn't think any girl deserved to grow up in a rough way, and though many women of the time (especially those fighting for equality) wouldn't appreciate his pity and double standard, he couldn't help how he felt about it. "How is it ya got a job there?" He wasn't trying to be rude, or to pry, it was just an obvious question for a young women who held a steady job outside a factory.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 21:53:47 GMT -5
She chuckled, "I can bake for one, anything I can think up I can make into pastries and I was persistent. I wanted to learn more and Stan just caved after a couple weeks.." A couple of weeks of her coming in every day and helping people, it was her sunny personality that had people coming in more often. She would bring in customers, made herself to valuable to Stan's Bakery for her not to work there. "I know this sounds-- I don't know I don't really need to work but I need to do something with my day.."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 22:02:08 GMT -5
At her last remark he glanced over at her curiously, but nodded all the same. "Fair enough." She might have been the first person he ever met that worked for no other reason than for something to do. Most people in the city could barely find enough work to feed their families. It was surprising, but not much more than that to him. If she liked working, then he was glad she was able to do so.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 22:07:16 GMT -5
She liked baking and making people happy, plus she ended up giving things away and paying for it with her own paycheck so she figured she was doing some good in the world. Lapsing into silence, she walked with him, clasping her hands behind her back. She always seemed like she needed to be moving, doing something, like a bundle of energy. Always bright and sunny---
She finally took another glance at him, wrinkling her nose a little. She tended to do that when she thought, "Are you from England?" He sounded like it-- sounded like he was from far away and she LOVED that. Her dad was always telling her how positive it was to be friendly with people no matter where they came from but in a world full of accents that she heard every day. She was liking his.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 22:20:41 GMT -5
He grinned at her question, glancing over at her. "Close, Scotland actually." It wasn't that he was ashamed of where he came from, but with New Yorks' attitude toward immigrants he quickly tried to lose his accent. At this point it wasn't often noticed at all, but he certainly didn't mind that she noticed. "Dreary place, Scotland, nothing like New York." He didn't exactly have fond memories of his former home.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 22:27:24 GMT -5
"I've read about it-- it sounds like a fantastic place I mean at least they still have farm land and things-- though I guess from what the book said it rains a lot.." she looked around at the buildings, she actually liked the lilt in his voice it was different. Her voice sounded a bit more schooled than most girls did. Her father had tried his best to teach his little girl things that most never learned unless they had a governess.
"My dad travels a lot so he sends me books and things, he says that no matter where he is the sky is the same so he's not far."
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