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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 22, 2009 8:57:46 GMT -5
"Pup suits you well. My name is Catherine."
He nodded. "Oh, well, I would call you cat, but I don't really think you look like one...you don't have stripes," He said seriously, as if it was a very important statement. Then he grinned and laughed. "But Catherine is a nice name."
"You are to blow it."
"Ohhh...hehe I don't drink tea that often," He said laughing as well and setting down the tea to cool.
"Seven. What a fine age, that was."
Pup nodded happily, "It's okay, I don't like being so little sometimes, its scary."
"I, myself, became fifteen only a few days back."
"Wow, fifteen! that means yar...E-eight yeahs older than me!"
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Post by Catherine Woodruff on Mar 22, 2009 13:47:39 GMT -5
Catherine gave a nod, surprised at the young boy's math. As kind-hearted as she was, she still believed the things her father told her about street children that she had not expierienced for herself. For example, he told her they were all theiving good-for-nothings who would take advantage of her generosity if she didn't wise up. Well, she hadn't been around many urchins, but the few she did come in contact with had never taken anything from her. On the other hand, her mother's comments on them being dirty and uneducated had just been proven wrong with Pup. Either way, she was enjoying Pup's company. So much that she hadn't noticed the woman walking their way with a frightened and worried expression on her face until she was pulled up by her arm.
"Catherine," the woman exclaimed, "What are you doing with this riff-raff? You musn't be seen with the likes of these. You wouldn't want to hurt your father's reputation, would you?"
It was her tutor. A lady who had been self-appointed as Catherine's personal caretaker. Before Catherine had time to respond she was snatched up by the arm.
"What about my things," asked Catherine, concerened.
"You shall recieve new things. You wouldn't want them now, anyhow."
She was then pulled away, leaving all her things behind her.
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Post by Jem on Apr 30, 2009 4:07:46 GMT -5
As Rosario was punching the bag hanging on the tree a small boy walked by, about 8 or 9 years old... couldn't really tell. But his big blue eyes looked up at her. He'd never seen a girl like that really... wait... not true, he'd seen the Queens leader like that, but really He'd never seen a girl fight really. But then again, the boy wasn't from Brooklyn.
All the same, he was fascinated with the drive, and the heart she had. As she took away the bandages he accidentally saw that she had hurt herself, and instantly wanted to help. "Hello?" he said blinking a few times. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you... but you look hurt, are you alright?" Usually Jem had more of an upbeat attitude, but somebody was hurt! It was taking all he had not to call the ambulance... or something silly like that. He didn't really know any better at this point, so was just trying to keep calm, like he had seen others do when people were hurt.
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Post by Jem on May 1, 2009 1:48:28 GMT -5
Jem nodded and took that to mean that she was going to be okay. "You must be a really good huh?" he said with a smile. "I've never seen a girl fight so fast before. Are you a champion?" he asked eagerly wanting to know more about the girl who could handle beaten and bloody fingers. He was impressed with her.
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Post by Jem on May 4, 2009 12:45:20 GMT -5
Jem smiled and listened to her talk, he was still slightly concerned for her hand, but since she was older he figured that she could take care of herself. If she wanted help she'd ask for it probably. "I bet you're a real good fighter," he said sitting beside her under the tree. He smiled a bright smile at her, he wasn't trying to be a nuisance, but he was very curious about her boxing and what she could do, so he was fascinated by the bandages on her hands, and the bag hanging from the tree.
As he looked at the giant thing swinging on the branch he asked, without looking at her, "why won't they let you fight? I bet you would win! Maybe they're afraid that you'd beat 'em up too bad," he said looking back to her, curious to see her response.
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Post by Jem on May 4, 2009 17:06:28 GMT -5
Jem frowned. "Seems to me like girls aren't treated too fair," he said thinking about his leader, and now this girl too? He looked where she was looking, and then back at her, he was trying to figure out what she was looking at. But he figured that it was nothing... he'd seen kids to that a lot. So he decided to try and figure out if she knew why things were the way they were."Why can't girls do what boys can do?" he asked as he looked at her curiously. He genuinely wanted to know.
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Post by Jem on May 6, 2009 1:50:37 GMT -5
He blinked when she decided to make her exit so quickly. He stood up too and looked at her back for a moment. For a girl, she was real strong! He didn't understand why some people thought girls couldn't do what boys could, he figured that they could! He thought about it for a second, and then his curiosity caught up with him again. "Hey," he called out to her retreating form, "where you headin'?" he asked. He didn't mean, nor want to impose, but he was curious, as he always was.
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Post by Jem on May 6, 2009 13:38:43 GMT -5
Jem felt kinda bad, he hadn't meant to be a bother! He had just been curious to which area she was heading. But he decided not to be too upset abuot it. He was a kid, people had told him before that his questions could get a little annoying. So he figured that had just happened again. "Oh... kay," he waved to her retreating form. "See ya!" he said, before he turned to leave himself. He wasn't going to follow her, he didn't want to be more of a bother than he already was, instead he headed back home towards Queens.
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Post by Gwennie on May 30, 2009 17:40:30 GMT -5
((New Day))
Gwennie was panting heavily by the time she made it to the tree by the lake, which was located rather far inside central park. She leaned against it slightly as she caught her breath. She had lost the race, hands down, but she wasn't discouraged by it. She knew she would. After all, she was pretty short for her age and she had a long, cumbersome dress to deal with whereas Tumbler was taller than she was and he wore pants.
"No fair." she panted, a broad smile on her little face. "I'm shortah. and you got a head start." she said, poking him playfully in the chest as she took off her hat which was starting to make her really hot after running for so long. As it was, it had only barely been cold enough to wear it and she didn't really mind having her braid show. After all, it took her forever to do on herself with her small fingers and it was kind of pointless to have done it if no one could see it anyhow. Besides, she liked the bow which her braid together much better than she liked her hat.
After she had caught her breath again, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a stale old roll which the waitress at Tibby's had let her have for the ducks and split it in half before handing one of the halves to Tumbler. "Here, you could get da duck ta come right up ta ya wit dis. It's really neat. Once I got a mama duck an' all 'er babies ta eat outta my hand. Dey ain't even afraid a' ya if ya got food.
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Post by tumble on May 30, 2009 17:58:53 GMT -5
"No fair. I'm shortah. and you got a head start."
Tumbler laughed as she poked him playfully in the chest, his brown eyes twinkling brightly as he caught his breath as well. He had forgotten that Gwennie was wearing a dress, Tumbler liked running a lot though. He liked competitions too.
Tumbler tugged at his hat, adjusting it so it wasn't falling in his eyes again and clutched his black walking stick. He noticed the way Gwennie seemed proud of her braid and bow, he wondered if she was as proud of that as he was of his black walking stick. He carried it everywhere he went, and from the chips and nicks in the wood it was worn from all the places it had went.
"Here, you could get da duck ta come right up ta ya wit dis. It's really neat. Once I got a mama duck an' all 'er babies ta eat outta my hand. Dey ain't even afraid a' ya if ya got food."
Tumbler accepted the half of roll Gwennie gave him and thanked her gratefully with a grin. He had never thought to feed the ducks before, he always just watched them swim and make their funny noises.
"I like ducks. Have you eva noticed how white they are? and how orange their beaks and feet are? I wonder how they ever ended up with such a funny way of talking," Tumbler remarked with a big grin as one quacked loudly. "At least Ducks are nice. Gooses and those big hairy birds with the long necks are mean. Dutchy read a book to me bout them once, Ostriches. He said they can kill people! I nevah thought birds could kill people!"
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Post by frances on Jun 7, 2009 2:25:05 GMT -5
*New Day*
Frances sat with her back against the trunk of the tree with a pad of paper in her lap and a pencil in her hand. She surveyed the landscape of the park for inspiration, but nothing came. She usually couldn't stop her ideas from flowing, especially when she went to Central Park. It was a place crawling with interesting characters, but today she was at a standstill. Giving up, she sighed and set her stationary aside, pulling her hat low over her eyes before leaning back and crossing her arms.
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Jun 7, 2009 10:57:05 GMT -5
The police assured him they were doing everything they could. The dutch boy with glasses, who Walter knew to be a friend of Lara's, as she had mentioned him before had come to his office the previous day, rather worried. "Sir, I think Shiner-- I mean, Lara's missing, sir. I'm sorry. She wouldn't not show up to a job, would she? She was so excited when I told her Medda could use her help around the place."
No, it wasn't like her at all. Walter sighed, taking a long drag on his ciggerette. Not again. He would not loose his niece a second time. Not to some thug with a predilection for children. Well... perhaps 16 wasn't exactly a child. Walter wasn't sure if that should make him more or less worried. Either way he felt sick.
He spotted the little girl sitting entirely alone. Such a young girl. And writing. He was impressed. And immediately struck by the thought of Lara as she must have been at that age. And his sister, her mother, as he knew her to be at that age. Both shared the long dark porcelain doll curls with this girl.
Walter stamped out his cigerrette before walking over to the girl from the tree he'd been leaning against. "My dear," He spoke cordially, but there was clear concern in his voice, "You shouldn't be out by yourself. You're much too young." There was a great chance she had no one to watch over her. But even an older girl in her orphanage or an older newsie would have been sufficient.
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Post by frances on Jun 7, 2009 14:01:58 GMT -5
Frances sat up, pushing her hat up to see who the deep voice had come from. It was a man her who looked around her father's age, maybe a bit older. She frowned slightly. She didn't think she was too young. She was old enough to work, why shouldn't she be able to be out. She thought Central Park a safe enough haven at the time, being the time of day it was. Frances looked around the park seeing other children playing and running around.
"What about them," she asked tipping her head toward them. "They're not much older than I?"
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Jun 7, 2009 17:47:17 GMT -5
Walter crouched down, eye level with her. He looked over to the children, at least six of them.
"But," he looked back to her, "They're together. They have each other to look out for them. Why aren't you playing with them?" He asked curiously, if not concerned. He didn't want to be so forward to tell her it wasn't safe to be all alone. Even in broad daylight. It was still day time when Shiner was supposed to go to Medda's.
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Post by frances on Jun 7, 2009 23:30:32 GMT -5
Frances looked pass him at the other children with her brows furrowed and nose scrunched up a little. "Child's play. Games of chase and tag don't interest me much." She looked back to the man before looking at her paper next to her. She didn't have any friends her age or any friends at all except for her mother. She never interacted with other children, not even at school. No one had ever asked her to join in a game of potsy or duck-duck-goose. "I try to keep busy."
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