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Post by fishah on Dec 18, 2007 16:12:55 GMT -5
When the girl spoke, Fishah looked up, suddenly remembering her. She really didn't like the tone of the girls voice, as if she had forced her to sit and listen to her problems. She didn't like talking to people about her life, which is why she hadn't and which is why she didn't exactly like being caught crying, so this girl staying wasn't exactly doing her any good.
"Oh, I'm sorry am I boring you? Look, you spoke to me, not da oddah way around, there are other benches in this park, you chose to sit with me at this one. I'm not holding you here against your will, so if you don't want to be here then it really won't be doing me any harm if ya leave. It would only do good. As you can see, I'm obviously not in a very good mood so if you could not act as if I'm forcing ya to sit here and badger me about why I'm crying only to act as if I chained ya down and told ya me life story, that would be exellent, thanks."
She took a deep breath. She got slightly worked up about people like this and in addition to that, it wasn't easy for her to be caught in such a moment of weakness. She shook her head slightly.
"If not, could ya please blow ya smoke da oddah way."
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Post by smokey on Dec 18, 2007 19:43:41 GMT -5
What in the world was this girl talking about, Smokey wondered. After about two words she turned away from the girl and looked back out toward the water. A few moments after she had finished, she spoke.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't get ya britches in a bunch. Didn't know Brooklyn was so sensitive."
She smirked, a bit amused that the girl had gotten so worked up about something she was all wrong about. Smokey's previous tone wasn't that of any anger or superiority, but rather an agreement. She flicked her cigarette to the ground and smashed it under her shoe. She stood, playfully nudging the girl in the shoulder.
"Loosen up," was the last thing she said before walking away.
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Post by fishah on Dec 18, 2007 20:54:49 GMT -5
Despite her not so great mood, Fishah felt the urge to laugh. Don't get your britches in a bunch? She chuckled lightly. Loosen up. Yeah, the girl was right, she knew she was being extremely oversensitive, and she was right about it not being very typical Brooklyn, but a label's just a label anyway so who cares. Thing was, she didn't really get the chance to vent much, so when she did... Anyway, despite the fact that the girl was far from consoling, she no longer felt like crying, she strangley actually felt somewhat better. She took a final deep breath before standing up and strolling off out of the park.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jan 4, 2008 16:02:45 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Danny sighed as he collapsed down onto the cold bench and pulled out a cigarette. He had come to America looking for work, but quickly discovered he wasn't the only one with that idea. Instead of a steady income and a house he found himself selling newspapers and sleeping on the streets. He was certainly living the dream.
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Post by fishah on Jan 4, 2008 16:52:59 GMT -5
Fishah walked through the park singing an old Scottish lullaby to herself under her breath. She was in a fairly good mood today, the headline wasn't great, but she did much better than she had been lately, and now that she had another job, things might bit a little bit easier. A job singing. Oh hush, they need the money, now stop depressing yourself and think happy thoughts. Anyway, she had sold well and finished relatively early, at least in comparison to how she had been lately, and had time to spare before she would head back to sleep before going to the pub. On top of all that, she had seen a guy leave his ham sandwich just laying at his side on a bench on her way to the park and had managed to snatch it, he had only taken one bite out of it, so she was lucky, good sellin' and free lunch, not a bad day. Not a bad day at all.
She had come to relax as she had extra time and loved sitting at the benches on the waterfront. As she approached her normal bench, she took a bite of her sandwich and continued to hum. It wasn't until she went to sit down, still singing, that she noticed another person sitting on it. Fishah jumped and her voice squeaked as she abruptly stopped singing. She coughed and shook her head. "Sorry, just didn't realize there was anyone here. I'll just... uhh, yeah." She didn't want to interrupt the guy, and it was kind of weird being here with someone else too, but the sun looked so beautiful on the water, she couldn't find it in her self to leave. So with that said, after turning and looking around trying to decide what to do for a minute, she went further up from the bench and off to the right a little bit and plopped down on the cold grass looking out at the lake. It really was a beautiful sight, but she was still acutely aware of the boys presence though she tied to ignore it.
((Ha, to anyone out there, I feel obliged to apologize for the length of this. It's huge!!! So yeah, well I don't see why anyone would have a problem with it, I feel like apologizing anyway ^-^ I'm just bizarre like that. Oh well, end of rant.))
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jan 5, 2008 15:46:29 GMT -5
((heh, it's ok))
Danny didn't even notice when the girl sat down until she spoke, and by that time she had already gotten up and moved. He shrugged, eyeing her from behind silently. The only girls he ever saw wearing boys' clothing were newsgirls, so he assumed she sold papers too. Shifting on the bench he slid down, resting his head on the wooden back and settling down for a nap.
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Post by smokey on May 18, 2008 6:06:51 GMT -5
*NEW*
Smokey lay on the bench, swinging her leg that hung off the side. As usual, her cigarette hung from her mouth as she gazed at the stars above her. The night sky, with its hues of blue and grey, put her in a relaxing trance as she hummed the tune to a familiar Russian lullaby.
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Post by flanna on Jun 8, 2008 12:04:07 GMT -5
Flanna was walking home. Work had been more difficult than normal, and she had gotten caught up at the library. She hadn't realized that it was so late until she stepped outside. She allowed herself to wander a bit by the water, the moon peaking out occasionally to light up the water. She stopped, watching, noticing a young man near by, but didn't see a reason to talk to him. He seemed to be enjoying the quiet, and she didn't want to intrude.
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Post by flanna on Jun 8, 2008 22:03:38 GMT -5
Flanna hesitated, but smiled slightly. "...It's a nice night out, tonight. It's been rather unpleasant the past few nights, at least.." She still was wary, unsure if he were friend or foe.
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Post by flanna on Jun 9, 2008 18:17:48 GMT -5
Flanna smiled slightly, running a hand through her long hair, keeping her injured hand in her pocket. So he was quiet. He hadn't snapped at her, he hadn't talked, either. So she didn't say anything again, just moving a bit closer, before sitting in the grass, looking out at the water.
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Post by flanna on Jun 11, 2008 21:26:27 GMT -5
Flanna looked up at him, quirking a brow. She stood and sat next to him, twisting at the small gray streak in her hair; not self conciously, just a old habit. She had very few things in life to be afraid of these days, past Nicholas Goodwell; and Brooklyn wasn't his territory. This was her home; she felt a right to feel comfortable in it.
"You have a name, or does the silence mean you prefer not to say." She smiled slightly.
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Post by flanna on Jun 12, 2008 17:54:03 GMT -5
"Flanna." She smiled back gently, running her four fingered hand through her hair for a moment, looking out at the water. "Been in Brooklyn long?" She leaned back against the bench. He seemed to have a calm soul. Nothing that could particularily rattle him. She liked that.
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Post by flanna on Jun 12, 2008 22:06:40 GMT -5
Flanna smiled. "Always a large place. Never fails to produce someone new, even if it's just to me." She knew he hadn't asked, but was willing to offer it up. "I've lived in New York since I was seven. Moved here from Ireland, obviously." She laughed lightly; her accent could give it away.
The breeze was light, soothing. She pulled off a boot with one foot, just wanting to feel the grass between her toes. She wasn't talking just to talk--she felt that talking to fill up space was unnecessary.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2008 19:26:07 GMT -5
Flanna raised an eyebrow to his question, leaning forward a bit. "Mmm..parents died a long time ago." She smiled slightly. "I'm tiny, sure..but I can handle myself. It aint that late, anyways." She laughed lightly. "And I have people. But most trust me to handle myself." She pulled up her skirt to show her boot, a knife stuck through the edge.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2008 22:35:31 GMT -5
Flanna shook her head, smiling at him. "No need to be sorry. They died of diease--wasn't your fault, unless you are the human embodiment of plauge." She chuckled, just trying to make a light joke. "I've made do. I don't regret my life, and I try not to feel ill about the past. Things happen. I miss them, but I can't mourn forever. I still have what they taught me, so that's all that matters."
She sat back, smoothing out her skirts, keeping her eyes on him. "So what about your family, if you don't mind me asking?"
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