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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 13:34:26 GMT -5
Tate heard the exchange and stared at Danny, her face contorted and she looked like she might just burst into tears. That was the nicest thing an almost total stranger had ever done for Tate before in her life for the most part. When he came back over she steadied herself by throwing her arm around his shoulders again, trying to hide the near onset of tears with her hair. She felt like crying.
Her face hidden she pressed it awkwardly into his shoulder for a moment, "You didn't need too.." Hell she didn't want him to give the money he'd earned with the side of his face. "But thank you."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 13:53:06 GMT -5
Danny noticed her subtle change in demeanor but for her sake pretended like he didn't. It wasn't a big deal to him, it just seemed like the most reasonable thing to do, and he could easily make more money at the ring. When he felt her face on his shoulder and heard her quiet words his mouth formed into a small half smile. "Ah don't worry about it.." He paused, giving her a small nudge as they approached the back of the wagon. "Better then me having ta carry you across the city.." His grin broadened in jest and he lifted her up on the back of the cart in one smooth motion before hopping up beside her. Though he was teasing about carrying her, it was actually his first idea. He certainly wouldn't have minded, but how she would have felt about it was what had him looking for an alternative.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 14:03:47 GMT -5
"Better then me having ta carry you across the city.."
She heard the teasing tone and smiled a little, she didn't even flinch when he picked her up and set her on the back of the cart like she weighed no more than a feather (and considering her sweets intake that in itself was a miracle). She watched him bound up beside her and brushed her hands across her cheeks so he wouldn't see the tears. She'd just say her leg hurt or something like that if he asked.
"Really though-- thank you. But, that was all you had wasn't it? From the fight?"
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 14:09:49 GMT -5
He looked out at the passing city as they began moving, purposefully averting his gaze from her as she attempted to wipe her face.
Really though-- thank you. But, that was all you had wasn't it? From the fight?"
Shrugging indifferently he shook his head. "Nah, I'm alright." It was in fact all of his winnings, but it really wasn't a big deal to him and he didn't like seeing her so upset about it. Attempting to change the subject he motioned down to her leg. "You doing okay?" The cobblestone didn't make the ride exactly smooth, but at least she wasn't putting weight on it.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 14:19:07 GMT -5
"Nah, I'm alright. You doing okay?"
She didn't respond for a minute but she nodded slowly, she was alright, she thought at least. Moving her leg sent a twinge of pain shooting up and she shook then shook her head for a moment before she opened one eye. A soft chuckle escaped her lips and she finally looked at him. Her eyes were a little red but not to bad now, she could ignore it.
"This is funny though isn't it," her voice was a little wet but she cleared it. "I was going to help you out and now you're helping me..." She smiled, a frown didn't suit her face at all. "So, do these trials make us friends, Danny?"
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 15:28:37 GMT -5
He smiled at her question as he adjusted his hat, raising it up a bit so he could see better as he leaned back on his hands. "Ah, you don' want to be friends with a guy like me," he looked over at her with a small smirk. "I hear Brooklyn ruins reputations." Outside of Brooklyn most girls with any sense kept away from the boys across the bridge, and those who didn't usually ended up in a bad spot. Danny, of course, thought himself to be different than most, but didn't expect anyone else to.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 15:31:50 GMT -5
She shrugged when he said he was from Brooklyn, considering it for a long while. Meeting his look dead on she smiled at him, "So your from Brooklyn? Doesn't matter to me any-- you could have come from anywhere and it wouldn't matter to me none. You're a good person.." Not everyone would have done what he'd done for her or even spoken to her. He was patient, compassionate. They were good traits to have.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 15:47:03 GMT -5
He already assumed she wouldn't be bothered by where he called home, he was pretty sure he could have been from another planet and she wouldn't have minded. At her assumption that he was a good person he grinned slightly and shrugged. "You're quick to say so, we only met what? ten minutes ago?"
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 11, 2008 15:53:34 GMT -5
Tate watched him and then shrugged herself, she wore her hair down in a half bun where most braided theirs or wore it up. "Little over a half hour..." she figured by the judge of the sun. Only felt like ten minutes, she was always so quick to trust and she had already put her faith in him. She just had this feeling she should and could trust him, so she did. Was it such a bad thing?
"Are you a bad person? Should I jump off the cart now and take my chances?" not wanting to she hoped that it wasn't his suggestion.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 11, 2008 23:56:09 GMT -5
He shrugged, smiling at her suggestion of diving off the cart. "Depends, I make a livin' beating faces in.." He didn't really think of himself as a bad person, but he was fairly thoughtful, and wasn't one for absolutes. "But if I promise not to hit you, will you promise to stay on the wagon?" He grinned crookedly, keeping his eyes on her and waiting for her response.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 12, 2008 0:04:16 GMT -5
Her lips curved at that, and she gave him that bright smile of hers. "If you promise not to hit me, I promise I'll stay right here on the wagon.." She liked that crooked grin of his, made her want to ruffle his hair like she used to the kid who loved down stairs when she was growing up. The little boy that had played with her until he'd discovered how very different they were. She still had a hard time figuring how different she was from others.
"Do you, want some tea when we get to my apartment? I know you probably need to get back but it's the least I can do.."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 12, 2008 14:06:14 GMT -5
He smiled at the offer but decided to decline. Tea wasn't exactly his style, but more important than that he felt taking her up on such an offer would be taking advantage of her naivety. Sure he wouldn't mind spending more time with her, but whether she was aware of it or not having him in her home could taint her reputation and expose her to ridicule and accusations. "No don't worry about it, you don' owe me nothin'." He hoped he didn't offend her, but he was willing to tarnish her opinion of him if it meant she'd be better off.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 12, 2008 16:39:23 GMT -5
Tate really never thought about her reputation, or even what people might think of her, at least not often. She did worry about her job and what they thought there but the truth of it was very basic. She was to gentle for the world that she often lived in, and she honestly was protected by the circumstances of her family. She knew the world was dark and scary, she knew it could destroy people and that death was just a part of life. Even so, she still powered on.
At his response she shrugged, "You're right, I don't. But we're friends and I don't have a lot of them so I like to treat the ones I do have very well.."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Oct 13, 2008 23:02:03 GMT -5
He leaned forward again and rested his hands between his knees, looking out as the street rolled by. "You not have many friends?" He glanced over at her incredulously with raised eyebrows and a playful smirk. "I find that hard to believe." Not only was she beautiful and sweet, but if the past half hour was any indication, she was clearly also very forward and outgoing
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 13, 2008 23:05:51 GMT -5
She laughed a little and looked down at the cobble stones, "Not really-- people tend to not know how to handle me. My best friend though, her name is Sweets. She's a newsie from Manhattan and we just hit it off over stick buns.." But other people just yelled at her or took advantage. "Most people I guess don't like someone that sees the glass as half full." It was basically that whole misery loves company. She wasn't miserable so miserable people didn't really like her to much.
"Other than that-- I don't have all to many.." she smiled at him though, she was glad to have met him really. She didn't know many people like Danny.
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