Out Front

[Administrator]

On the sidewalk out in front of the store.

[scarlettknightley]

**New Day -- Reserved for Henry James Trisson**

Scarlett left the music shop, her nose in the air, and a small wrapped package clutched in her gloved hand. It was a silver flute for her niece’s birthday and she did not intend on letting someone steel it. Placing it safely in her coin purse, she looked around, motioned to her attendant, and then turned toward home. She relished the time she spent out shopping, not just because she got to spend money, but because she enjoyed the attention she received from the commoners.

Scarlett Jocelyn Knightly was nothing if not proud. Her surname alone demanded respect, but couple that with her stunning good looks and she could get anything she wanted. For as her father and mother reminded her constantly: there was no door she could not open. The girl smirked as she walked, remembering that there was another suitor waiting for her at home. Mr. and Mrs. Knightly always had their daughter leave the house while they interviewed the young man in question, allowing him to meet Scarlett only after they have approved. She hoped this one wouldn't be as weak as the previous few.

[Henry James Trisson]

My name is Trisson, he would say, Henry James Trisson. Paired with a modest, trusting smile, it was all it took for people to say with a great deal of admiration, "Ah, yes, the good Reverend's son! How do you do, Master Trisson?" or "Oh, then you're Charlotte's boy! How lovely to meet you at last..." As with so many others of his caste, Henry James had learned early in life that his parents were his ticket into any upper circle he wanted entrance into. His father was one of the best-known reverends in New York City. The Reverend Mr. Lionel Trisson was adored by all who knew him: he was a model citizen, an extremely pleasant man, and a pious man of God. His wife Charlotte was beautiful, kind and charitable; an excellent hostess and very learned. To know Charlotte Trisson was to love her.

Henry James Trisson made a career out of lying to very nearly everyone he met. He cheated often, stole when his money wasn't enough to get him what he wanted, and scorned his father's religious teachings. Henry James was not charitable; in fact he often stole money from unsuspecting donors, under the guise that he was taking up a collection for the church. He could only be considered kind when it suited him to be so; otherwise his tongue was sharp and his comments nothing short of condescending.

But his parents were such wonderful people.

Henry James lived a personally satisfying life: he could have virtually whatever he wanted, and in any scenario he would have the means to get it. He was often satisfied with his life, and when he was not satisfied--he usually knew what would fix that rather quickly. He strolled (if you were as posh as Henry James, you didn't walk; you strolled) down the street, often tipping his hat to the ladies and gentlemen who knew him by sight. He had a pocket full of the church's money and wanted to use it to buy new cuff links. Or perhaps a cigar case?

He was contemplating this when something beautiful caught his eye.

He was sure he'd seen her somewhere before. Perhaps at a seasonal event, or the Astor's annual ball. He stopped her on the street and offered her a charming smile with only a hint of mischief. "If you'll pardon my forwardness, miss," he said smoothly, "but I'm almost certain I know your face from somewhere. Were you, by chance, a guest at the Astor's ball a few months ago?"

[scarlettknightley]

Scarlett nodded in pardon at the young man, barely suppressing a smirk as she answered. “Why, yes. I was, actually.” To be honest, she was not surprised he recognized her face. It was rather fantastic. “I'm affraid I don't recignize you though...” She motioned for her attendant to move back a few steps before continuing. “Scarlett Knightly,” she put her hand out for him to kiss and gave him one of her best close-lipped smiles, "at your service." This handsome boy could have potential...

[Henry James Trisson]

With practiced poise and suavity, Henry James kissed her hand. Knightly, she said? He certainly knew that name. He challenged anyone worth his time to not know that name. "How do you do, Miss Knightly?" He continued to hold her hand lightly in his. "My name Henry James Trisson. What a pleasure it is to meet you. I must say, I seem to remember seeing you in what was unquestionably the most ravishing gown in the Grand Ballroom."

[scarlettknightley]

Trisson? This must be the good Reverend’s boy! Henry’s reputation preceded him in the young adult circle. One that was...entirely different from what a good reverend’s son ought to be. She smiled warmly at him as he complimented her. So the boy knew fashion, points for him... “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Trisson, but please do call me Scarlett. And yes, thank you for noticing. I was rather pleased with how my gown turned out that evening.”

Now if only she could play her cards right, things could go very well indeed. Scarlett tucked a stray curl behind her ear and smiled coyly up at Henry, “What brings you out here today, if I may ask?”

[Peaches Carington]

(New Day- for Brynner)

Peaches walked down the sidewalk humming the tune to the newest song she was learning to sing for work at Medda's. Everything at Medda's was starting to get back to normal since the big fight the Newsies had all been in. Everyone was healing from their injuries and Medda's was no longer a triage-- it was a place for entertainment again and Newsies from all over New York were still frequent patrons.

As Peaches passed by the front window of Mason's Music, she stopped to admire the beautiful musical instruments and latest sheet music on display there. Standing there alone on the street peering in the window, she stopped humming and began softly singing one the songs from the open sheet music on display.

Completely unaware she was no longer alone and getting wrapped up in the beautiful song, Peaches began singing a bit louder.

[jessen]

Brynner Graetz was alone. He could look around him desperately, searching for a familiar face--that of his father or mother perhaps, or that of Dietrich or Annika, but it would be in vain. He was here in Manhattan, New York, in America, and his family was... who knew? 

Less than six hours ago, Brynner Graetz had descended the boat ramp and set foot on Ellis Island with his mother and father, Ehren and Edana, and his eight year old twin siblings, Dietrich and Annika. They had set feet on the Land of Opportunity, their past in Germany more or less behind them, and a new life to look forward to. But, just as they had left Germany and their struggles more or less behind them, Brynner was now left behind. No, better said, he was left ahead. His parents had been rejected and sent back to Germany, while he, Dietrich, and Annika proceeded through customs. 

Brynner had vowed to protect Dietrich and Annika and to support them in the absence of their parents. But again, Brynner had been stripped of that which he valued most. Reaching the end of the customs process, Brynner was sent into a line of adults and older teens, while Dietrich and Annika were sent to the left where small children were huddled together under the watchful eye and care of several female immigration agents. Some of the youth were crying, some were standing stock-still, frozen with fear, anxiety, and nervousness stemming from being separated from their families, and others were peering around concernedly, attempting to locate their families, as if they were going to bolt to them at a moments notice if they spotted them. Brynner had worn an anguished expression, desperately searching for Dietrich's messy mop of blond-brown hair because Brynner knew that he could count on Dietrich because Dietrich would never ever allow himself to be separated from Annika by strangers, especially in such a stressful situation.

Brynner trudged down the cobbled street, taking in the sights and sounds around him. He grasped the handle of his battered black violin case in one hand, and gripped the shoulder strap of his knapsack with the other. To his right lay the expanse of the harbor of Manhattan where not to long ago he had disembarked from a ferry that had carried inspected and approved immigrants from Ellis Island to the mainland. Brynner halted suddenly, overwhelmed by the predicament he was in. What was there for him? He had money, but what was he to buy? Where was he to stay? Question after question ran through his mind as he paused at a small wooden bench and took a seat, gently putting the violin case down by his right leg. He released a long sigh and rested his head in his hands. He was becoming hungry, and, to think of it, he couldn't remember when he had last ate. Brynner sat there, rubbing his temples, trying to alleviate the headache building up behind his eyes. With a sigh, Brynner picked up his violin case, and turned to face the street and shops. He rolled his shoulders to relieve some of the tension, crossed the street, and began walking away from harbor, heading through an alley and emerging on a parallel street. He paid no attention to where he was going, and actually tried to keep his head down lest he call attention to himself. After walking for a while, Brynner found himself near a music shop. A few feet away there was a girl, with beautiful reddish hair, singing beautifully, and not yet aware of his presence. Wetting his lips nervously, Brynner spoke up, saying the first thing that crossed his mind, "Hello? Do you--is this... your store?"

[Peaches Carington]

"Hello? Do you--is this... your store?"

Peaches spun around quickly, startled by the sudden presence of another person. "Are you talking to me, darling?" Peaches glanced around, and realizing the young man was talking to her, she replied, "I guess you are... No, but I wish it was my place. Look at all those beautiful instruments...and all those beautiful songs. What I wouldn't give for a place like this." She turned back towards the window, smiling.

After a few minutes of admiring the window display, Peaches turned back to the young man. "You're new here, aren't you, Darling?" She extended her hand towards him and added, "My name is Charlotte Mariella Victoria Carrington, but most people just call me Peaches or Charli." She flashed him her sweetest most genuine smile. She loved meeting new people and her friendly nature seem to help in that.