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Post by Avalanche on Feb 25, 2009 3:51:17 GMT -5
He smiled. "Hey whatever you think is good. I ain't read a good murder in a long time. Used ta read them old Sherlock books, don't really anymore... Heh, think they stopped makin' 'em," he added with a chuckle.
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Post by shiner on Mar 12, 2009 11:39:33 GMT -5
She shrugged, "Maybe he's having a bad case of writer's block." She smiled, "Have you read 'Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde'? You might like that one."
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 15:32:23 GMT -5
*New Day*
Catherine sat on a blanket in Central Park with her legs folded neatly under her dress. She placed the doll next to her and began buttering her scone, while looking around the park for her mother. Catherine and her mother would often go on picnics every Sunday while her father and brothers went...well, she was never too sure where they went. It was just quality boys times and her and her mother would have quality girls time which she enjoyed immensly.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 21, 2009 17:15:20 GMT -5
Pup was just taking in the beautiful day at Central Park. It was one of those days when it felt like everything was happy and how it was supposed to be. The city didn't seem so threatening. Pup didn't quite undertand, but he thought it funny how people acted depending on the weather. When it was rainy, people sometimes were sad, and sleepy, he knew that's how he was at least. But when it was all nice and summery out, people were happy and cheerful.
For once, Pup didn't really worry, he just figured he'd enjoy the day and forget about his worries. He watched a big butterfly fly past and a wide grin spread across his face, he followed it wherever it went, watching its wing flap. He tried to catch it and giggled when he accidently tumbled and did a summersault in the grass. He stood back up, still eager in his mission to catch the butterfly.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 17:45:07 GMT -5
While scanning the park for her mother, Catherine noticed a small boy running cheerfully after a butterfly. She smiled at his excitment, never being able to have been able to run around and scrape her knees as a child. Since birth she was taught to act as a grown woman, no matter how young she was.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 21, 2009 17:55:12 GMT -5
Pup kept running until he stumbled over something, he looked up to see he had stumbled over a girl. He quickly stood up and stepped off her picnic blanket.
"I-I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean to trip over you, I didn't see you." He quickly apologized shyly, hoping she wouldn't get mad. He was always a little scared of new people, and shy.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 18:03:45 GMT -5
Catherine was momentarily disoriented once the boy tripped over her, but quickly composed herself, smoothing out her dress and fixing her hair. "No, no, you are fine. You haven't hurt me any. Are you all right."
In truth she was more worried about the boy than herelf. He had taken a pretty hard fall.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 21, 2009 20:21:55 GMT -5
"No, no, you are fine. You haven't hurt me any. Are you all right."
He nodded and a shy toothy grin spread across his face. "Yes, I'm okay. Probably just a scratch."
He smiled at her again and looked down at his untied shoelaces and wiped his nose.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 20:36:38 GMT -5
"Would you like something to eat?" Catherine held out the buttery scone that had fallen on the blanket when he ran into her. Her mother had warned her about talking to strangers, but this small boy didn't seem none too threatening.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 21, 2009 20:56:37 GMT -5
"Would you like something to eat?"
Pup looked at the scone and his mouth practically watered, he nodded vigourously and stepped forward, taking the food from her hand and taking a bite, his grin widened across his whole face, and his dark blue eyes brightened.
"It's so good! I think its the best thing I ever has tasted!" He exclaimed, taking another bite and closing his eyes, savoring the taste and letting it melt in his mouth. He was very delighted.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 21:02:47 GMT -5
Catherine giggled. "They're my mother's. She's a wonderful cook when she does." She patted the blanket. "Please sit and join me."
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 21, 2009 21:12:18 GMT -5
"They're my mother's. She's a wonderful cook when she does."
"She shoa is," Pup agreed grinning. He finished off the scone in two bites and then licked his fingers, enjoying the wonderful taste.
"Please sit and join me."
On a normal basis, Pup would probably shy away and refuse. But he had been learning lately that just because his mother hated and abused him, didn't mean every body would be mean to him. He grinned that shy toothy grin again and situated himself next to her, settling down on the soft blanket that was much nicer than the itchy grass.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 21:19:03 GMT -5
Catherine smiled sweetly and opened the her picnic basket taking out two neatly cut sandwhiches, two tiny tea cups, and two more biscuts with a bowl of jelly. She fixed up the tea for the two of them and sipped hers properly.
"What is your name?"
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 21, 2009 21:23:13 GMT -5
"What is your name?"
"Stuart Dawkins, but they call me Pup! Cuz' I'm a little, like a puppy dog I guess," He grinned up at her. He always left out the Seitz on his name, using his mother's maiden name as his last name. Nobody could know he was a Seitz, it was a well hidden secret. If he was found out he would have to go back, and that was something he never wanted to do.
"What's yars?" He asked curiously, examining his tea cup and taking a sip, he almost dropped it, but regained hold of it, "Ah, hot! hot! hehe whoops," he grinned adorably.
"I'm seven yeahs old," He told her, holding up eight fingers.
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 21, 2009 23:28:13 GMT -5
Catherine nodded as he gave his name. "Pup suits you well. My name is Catherine." She didn't feel the need to give her last name. Once people found out who she was they tended to become jumpy if not of her lot and this boy already seemed to be a bit on edge.
She giggled at his tea mistake. "You are to blow it." Pushing down one of Pup's fingers said, "Seven. What a fine age, that was." Taking a sip from her own cup, she added. "I, myself, became fifteen only a few days back."
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