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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 1, 2009 22:33:06 GMT -5
"I really should look where I'm going more often, shouldn't I?"
Byron chuckled a bit before answering, "It wasn't your fault, with those skirt you girls wear, it's no wonder that doesn't happen more often." Byron watched her look herself over and laugh.
"Thank you again Sir..."
Since he didn't wear a hat he could tip, he gave her a polite nod like he was taught (as a gentleman would do) back in England and smiled, "Your quite welcome, ma'am. The name's 'Lord Byron', or 'Byron' for short, ma'am... Well, that's what I'm called around here." Byron looked around on the ground to see where he had dropped his journal, when he ran to catch the girl.
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Post by devonneyfroman on Jun 1, 2009 23:43:40 GMT -5
"It wasn't your fault, with those skirt you girls wear, it's no wonder that doesn't happen more often."
Devonney agreed, "Well, apparently it's in style. I think if I wore it any higher my stepmother would faint. It certainly isn't very helpful though for walking. I have many dresses like it though, I guess it doesn't matter."
She sighed, hating the fact that she had so many excess clothes when so many children on the street only had one set of clothing. It seemed so foolish and selfish. When she grew out of things or clothes went out of style(according to Devonney's stepmother) She would bring those dresses to the orphanage for the girls to have newer dresses to wear.
"Your quite welcome, ma'am. The name's 'Lord Byron', or 'Byron' for short, ma'am... Well, that's what I'm called around here."
She smiled and nodded her head, She would call him Byron, it was a nice name. "Devonney Froman, it is a pleasure to be acquainted with you, Byron." The young lady smiled warmly at him.
She noticed he seemed to be searching the ground for something, seeing a leather bound journal at her feet, she bent down to pick it up. "Is this what you're looking for?" She smiled and held it out to him, wondering out of curiosity what he wrote. She loved the arts, any kind, artistry or writings, she read poetry and novels all the time.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 2, 2009 19:37:57 GMT -5
"Devonney Froman, it is a pleasure to be acquainted with you, Byron."
"Pleasure's all mine, Miss Devonney." Byron smiled back. Byron continued searching the ground for his journal. That journal was his life, if he had lost it...
"Is this what you're looking for?"
Byron looked up and saw one of his most prized possessions in her hand. He took it from her and brushed it off, "Yes, it is. Thank you very much. I'd be lost without my poet-- my journal." Byron stopped before he revealed to this girl what it was he wrote. He hated when people looked at him differently, like a sissy, because he wrote poetry; and not just any poetry, romantic poetry. If he wasn't careful, the Brooklyn newsies would find out and then, boy, would he be a major target to any number of them if he ran into them. Yes, he was a big guy and could take care of himself but he hated to fight anyone unless it couldn't be avoided.
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Post by devonneyfroman on Jun 3, 2009 12:11:57 GMT -5
"Pleasure's all mine, Miss Devonney."
She smiled softly, her hands clasping a fold in her dress, her fingers interlacing with the pale green fabric, her eyes moving over the flowers, he was quite the Gentleman, he was raised in Newsie attire, but had the manners of a Lord, his name made sense to her.
"Yes, it is. Thank you very much. I'd be lost without my poet-- my journal."
Devonney heard his slip and smiled softly, there was something about him, she should have known he had poetic talent. She shook her head, giving him a grin. " 'Lord' Byron, there is nothing wrong about writing poetry, you have nothing to be shamed of...of course I understand though, the other boys might give you trouble, well still, I think it is a beautiful talent. I read many works of poetry."
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 3, 2009 18:41:37 GMT -5
" 'Lord' Byron, there is nothing wrong about writing poetry, you have nothing to be shamed of...of course I understand though, the other boys might give you trouble, well still, I think it is a beautiful talent. I read many works of poetry."
Byron was intrigued. Not many people he met around here were well read, or even knew about different poets and authors. "Thank you... Do you have a favorite poet? My mother used to read me her own works and Lord Byron. He was her favorite, and so became mine, and my inspiration... Thus, the name. Although, very few newsies know the exact origin of my name; they just think he's a writer..." He gave her his most charming smile and then motioned for her to follow him back over to the basket of lilies, so he could finish his errand for Pallet, while they talked.
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