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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 10, 2008 23:16:46 GMT -5
He shrugged, looking up at the buildings. He was from a fairly small town in Scotland, and never ceased to be impressed by the high structures in New York. "It's not so bad I s'pose, but New York? Well, it's gotta be the best place on earth." He certainly wasn't alone in his sentiments, most of the city, and a good portion of the world, was similarly convinced. It seemed as if the whole world centered around the city, and living there made him feel a part of something. He considered her last remark with a thoughtful look before shrugging. "Nice way to look at it I s'pose."
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 10, 2008 23:23:29 GMT -5
She beamed at him at that, New York was the best place in the world to her mind. She picked up her steps a little before she turned around, walking backwards as she talked to him. Tate in many ways was a girl of her age and she acted it where a lot of the other girls did not.
"I think it is too, there can't be anywhere in the world more interesting and exciting than New York City..." She didn't respond to his last comment. She'd only really said what she'd said because she missed her Dad, she hadn't seen him in about six months.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 0:30:24 GMT -5
He grinned, more at her position walking backwards than at her comment. He nodded in agreement and continued walking, never averse to companionable silence.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 0:35:56 GMT -5
She didn't mind but she did like to hear him talk, she kept walking and then hit the dirt when she tripped over a crate. Finding herself on her backside she winced and tried to get back up just as fast before someone saw her. She'd never tell anyone she made blunders like that one constantly. She knew Danny would get a good chuckle, but she moved between him and the building and lifted her skirts to check her legs and make sure that nothing was broken. She didn't want anyone to see her legs from the street.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 1:24:54 GMT -5
He didn't instantly notice she had fell, and had to take a few steps back to get to her. As he bent down to help her up he noticed her raised skirts and quickly stood back up, turning to face the street and attempting to shield her from view. He rubbed the back of his neck as he watched the passerbys, not really phased by her boldness but hoping no one saw for her sake. "You alright?"
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 1:31:48 GMT -5
She let her skirt drop and nodded rubbing her leg, she didn't wear bloomers really she thought they were hot and stupid. "Yeah, I'm alright just going to bruise up a little. That was foolish of me I should have been paying attention.." She looked up at him and tilted her head. "You can turn back around now.."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 1:52:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm alright just going to bruise up a little. That was foolish of me I should have been paying attention.."
"Nah," he grinned, still gazing out at the street, "That crate came outta nowhere."
"You can turn back around now.."
He turned around and reached a hand down to help her up. "You sure your okay?" It was a pretty dramatic fall, after all.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 1:58:26 GMT -5
"You sure your okay?"
Tate looked at his hand for not even a second before she took it and let him help her to her feet, she started dusting off her skirts with her free hand before picking her shawl up off of the ground.
"Heh, Yes, I think I'm alright just a little banged up, no more worse for wear.." She didn't want to be worse for wear but her leg was starting to scream as if she'd dropped something on it. It was going to bruise for sure. The pain showed in her eyes but she bounced on the leg that hurt.
"Blast it.." never again was she going to do a graceful stunt like that into a crate ever again. "I'm such an idiot..."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 2:32:43 GMT -5
It was obvious she was hurting and yet he couldn't help but smile slightly at her persistent good attitude. "I don't think you're walkin' to The Bronx today.." He glanced around, looking down at her leg as she leaned on it. "You live around here?" There was no way he was going to ask her to take him to her bakery in her condition.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 2:37:21 GMT -5
She winced and looked up at him, she wanted to take him. "But I can make it--" she really could she, oww. No, no she couldn't. "I live closer to the other side of the Borough..." Towards the nicer places in Manhattan.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 2:43:10 GMT -5
He turned and started heading in that direction. "Come on, I can take you there." He eyed her a moment, attempting to gauge her injury. "You need any help?" Taking a step closer offered his shoulder as leverage for her to lean on as they walked.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 2:47:51 GMT -5
Tate wanted to protest but she didn't, blushing a bit she but her arm around his shoulder and limped a little bit. "Heh, next time I take you to the Bakery I promise not to be a complete nancy and fall into a crate okay?" She wasn't worried about taking him home with her, not at all. She was more worried about what he was thinking right now-- about how graceful she was.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 2:59:56 GMT -5
Danny noticed her blush but wasn't himself much effected by it, he sort of expected it from a young single girl needing to grab hold of a guy who was basically a stranger to help her limp home. At her remark he just grinned, glancing over at her. As she attempted to hobble beside him he tried to steady her by placing a hand on her waist, not realizing (though he probably wouldn't have cared if he did realize) it might have been crossing any lines of propriety.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 3:10:40 GMT -5
She just took a deeper breath when he did but was thankful for the assistance, so thankful. He was basically a complete stranger but the truth of it was that she thought he was her friend already. Having such a basically, naive and trusting nature, Tate already trusted him not to do her any harm. She was of the mind that if he'd wanted to he would have done so long before now. And he just gave off something she couldn't really describe.
He was a good guy, she smiled a bit weakly back at him. Wondering how far they could go before she needed a break. She might have a sprang or something, she hadn't check in her boot for any kind of swelling.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 12:41:30 GMT -5
As they continued on their way he was consciously aware of her movements, not wanting her to injure herself further. Glancing back down the street he saw a wagon heading their way with an old man and his wife sitting at the head. Still holding onto Tate he raised his arm as they passed and attempted to get their attention, relived when he saw the wife gently nudged her husband, motioning down at Danny. As the old horse came to a stop the man leaned over to look down at the pair, a slightly annoyed scowl on his face. "Can I help ye?"
Danny shifted away from Tate, ensuring she was able to balance completely before he approached the wagon. "My friend here is hurt, we could use a ride if you're heading that way." He gestured in the direction she had indicated, but was quickly interrupted by the gray haired man.
"This aint a charity service boy, we've got places ta be!" The man sat back up, grabbing at the reigns so he could be on his way.
"Wait," Danny reached into his pocket, pulling out the few bills he'd won earlier that day and holding them out to him. At first the man did nothing but stare down at him suspiciously, but he quickly reached down and snatched the cash, paging through it as he counted.
"Very well," He motioned to the back of the wagon. "Make it quick."
Danny nodded and stepped back over to Tate, not sure if she'd heard the exchange. "They can take us across town, come on." He grinned in a sort of encouraging way and positioned himself again next to her so she could steady herself.
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