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Post by shiner on Apr 2, 2009 20:53:06 GMT -5
"OW!" came a moment later, Shiner sat on the floor having tripped up on someone's suspenders, perfectly caught under the bunk somehow, giving the resistance to have someone fall flat on her face. She muttered under her breath at how messy boys were. And she had ripped her new stockings and skinned her knee. Swell. Just swell. The hem at the bottom of her pale green skirt had ripped as well. That wouldn't be too hard to mend.
Figuring no one was up here from the sound of it and Dutchy had told her before no one was, he didn't think. It was the afternoon, everyone should be out. Dutchy had forgotten the book he was going to let her borrow. She volunteered to fetch it while he sold a few more since she wasn't selling today. She gave a groan, getting up and limping towards the bathroom. She twisted the knob before thinking to knock and gasped seeing a boy in the bathtub.
Shiner turned quickly, her dark curls flying nearly falling to shut the door. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry!" She called through the door.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 5, 2009 14:39:14 GMT -5
Bumlets let out a large exclamation, as he ducked his head right back under the water. Letting the shouts of the girl fade and his face bright red, god he could have killed who ever sent her up here! As soon as he couldn't breath anymore his head came back up and he gasped.
"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry!"
"Shiner are you daft!" he knew the other Manhattan newsie and he wanted to kill whoever said she could come up here. Couldn't a man have an privacy!
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Post by shiner on Apr 5, 2009 15:22:57 GMT -5
"No, I just-- Oh!" She never felt so embarrassed! She took a deep breath, her knee still stinging, but luckily not bleeding very much. She spoke through the door, her back leaning against it, "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone was in there. You were so quiet."
She didn't know Bumlets very well, but he acted decent enough to her. And Dutchy liked him plenty. But Dutchy only ever described most people as "decent", "nice", "mysterious", or "temperamental, but really okay." If he didn't like someone he'd only describe them as "I stay out of their way, they stay out of mine."
"I'm sorry, Bumlets, I didn't see a thing. Honest." She apologized again.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 5, 2009 17:02:48 GMT -5
All he wanted to do was crawl into the tub and hide, but his face as red. Hadn't seen anything? Did he need to put up signs now? Chickens the lot of them... why god why, he slumped in the tub and grumbled, his formerly mellow mood turned sour.
"Right," he called back. "Make like an egg will ya? I'd like to finish my bath!"
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Post by dutchy on Apr 5, 2009 17:50:07 GMT -5
"Sorry," Shiner said again, her face beet red and she held back tears. Not that he had yelled at her, it wasn't malicious, she knew that. Maybe she knocked her knee harder than she realized and it was just getting to her now.
Dutchy clamored up the stairs, "Shiner, hey, did you find the thing or--" He stopped seeing her knee skinned up and her curls rather disheveled. Her dress was ripped a little too. What rotten luck. "Geez, what happened?"
She shook her head, "I just tripped." She scoffed, "You boys are so messy. Someone left there suspenders on the floor..." Shiner moved over to the nearest bunk, sitting down.
"Ah, doesn't look too bad. But you should clean it up." Dutchy headed straight for the bathroom door and before shiner could say anything he was inside. Seeing Bumlets sitting in the tub, he jumped a bit, not expecting anyone, but had the sense to close the door behind him.
And spoke casually, "Sorry, Bumlets." He held up his hands in surrender, "I know you want your privacy. Won't be a second. Shiner tripped over some lout's suspenders." Dutchy grabbed a washcloth, and turned to the sinks, getting it wet and soaping it up.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 6, 2009 14:48:26 GMT -5
Bumlets lowered down into the tub and looked like he was going to start swinging any minute now, he grumbled under his breath and ducked down deeper. "Don't you people know about privacy when a man is getting a wash?" Cripes, he almost wished Mabel was here to help him out-- then he thought again and decided against that part. "How's her knee?" he wasn't a total bastard, he may not like girls but he couldn't really abide one being hurt in any way, shape or form. That was how his mama had raised him at least.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 6, 2009 16:21:22 GMT -5
Dutchy turned off the sink, folding the rag up and turned to face Bumlets, sounding slightly snappish himself, "I said I was sorry." He paused, then shrugged, "Scuffed up a bit. Why didn't you put a chair against the door or something?"
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 6, 2009 17:39:51 GMT -5
Brian just couldn't win to save his life, muttering he shifted in the tub, "Didn't think about it no one was around.." the universe was out to get him. "Didn't mean to snap, Dutch.." he was just having a rotten day it seemed. The whole lodging house knew he didn't handle women outside of his family well. He barely tolerated most of them but Mabel and that-- was his own reason.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 6, 2009 20:18:00 GMT -5
"Well, I thought the same thing. I figured you'd be out at Tibby's or somethin' with half the other guys." Dutchy shrugged lightly, looking must less hurt, flipping the rag over in his hands. "I'll leave you to your bath, then." He smirked slightly, "And let her know you're sorry for... exposing her." He snickered a little and started out of the room.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Sept 2, 2009 17:35:28 GMT -5
New Day - Reserved for Snoddy Brook found her way back to the lodging house and to a well deserved bath. She sighed as she soaked deep into the tub, enjoying the feel of the hot water soak up to her neck and take away all the stress and the ick. She didn't get to bathe as much as she'd like too. Normally there were to many boys around the lodging house to enjoy a good soak but she hadn't seen anyone and she assumed that most of her male friends were off scavenging for women. Sighing she washed her hair with soap to try and get the fishy smell out of her hair and closed her eyes after a moment. She needed the time alone.. after all, she had a lot to think about. And she didn't want to do that right at that moment. She was starting to smell like the oils she'd brought with her and that was a plus, she couldn't help it. Magnolia oil was about the only thing her mother sent with her and she used it sparingly because of how expensive it actually was. But she'd rather not smell like fish. Sitting in the tub with the steam and closed her eyes for a moment and relaxed letting the smell of the magnolia's dance in the air. How DARE that idiot grab her, she puffed as the anger came racing back like the Mississippi flooded. She sunk lower into the tub and grumbled, her hand hurt to boot. At least Specs had shown up to walk her back home. She was still brooding about Blink... well that was her own fault as it were... but she would be fine. Eventually. The bath was helping. |
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Post by Snoddy King on Sept 2, 2009 18:53:36 GMT -5
Snoddy trotted quickly up the stairs, pressing the fingers of one hand into the palm of the other. He'd finally grown bored enough to forgo orders and venture out to the Park on his own, and hadn't been up a tree for more than fifteen minutes when he sliced his palm open on a broken bough. Under normal circumstances, he'd have been just fine with wrapping his hand with his handkerchief and carrying on his quest for magpie nests, but he'd once again lost his kerchief, and the bough had been dripping sticky sap that burned the open wound.
As he approached the washrooms, he checked his hand again. Yep, still bleeding, still burning. Expecting that most everyone would be out enjoying the day in their necessary pairs, he pushed open the washroom door without bothering to knock.
If he'd been paying more attention, the sweet scent of magnolias--a decidedly feminine scent--would have tipped him off to the fact that the washroom was currently occupied. But he was too busy mentally cursing himself for having left on his own to pay attention to the foreign smells. Instead, he came face-to-... well, not exactly face-to-face with a very nice-smelling Brook LeRue.
"Oh!" he cried, realizing he'd just walked in on the girl's bath. He turned his head this way and that, suddenly unsure of where to look. "I, er, sorry! Sorry, I was just... Um, sorry. Sorry!" He quickly turned away, heading out the door.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Sept 2, 2009 19:12:13 GMT -5
Brook had heard the door open and reached for the towel as the door opened and Snoddy walked in oblivious to her state of undress. She stared at him like a doe in headlights as he went to the basin to wash his hands. She was covered but he studdered and she sunk down lower.
"Wait!" she called out. "Keep your back turned.." she got out of the tub and wrapped the towel around her before she went into one of the wash closets to put something on, anything. She managed to get on the basics in a quick hurry, though when she came out of the wash closet she was wearing her slip and undergarments, minus the ever annoying corset of course. Her hair was dripping down her back and she was still wet but smelled divine. "What happened, mon che?" he looked panicked as it was she didn't want to add to it. And she tried not to think-- Snoddy saw her naked. Best to stow that away for now.
"Let me see your hand.."
((Snoddy saw Brook naked, Blink and Specs'll be all jealous))
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Post by Snoddy King on Sept 2, 2009 19:44:46 GMT -5
((Honey, *I'm* jealous of Snoddy!  )) "I'm, uh, I'm sorry," he stammered again, keeping his back turned from her even while she located her clothes in the water closet. His voice came a little more readily now that she was out of sight. "I didn't know anyone was in here, I should've knocked first. Wasn't thinking." He found he still couldn't look at Brook once she emerged from the water closet. Even though she had quickly gotten herself covered and, well, not decent, exactly, but still covered nonetheless, Snoddy's face burned brilliantly pink. "What happened, mon che? Let me see your hand..."Too stricken with embarrassment to do anything else, Snoddy held his injured hand out to her, displaying the sap-sticky wound. "I was looking for magpie nests," he explained sheepishly, keeping his eyes on the windows, on the sinks, on anything but the partially clothed girl he'd just viewed naked. "Slipped, cut my hand. S'nothin', it'll be fine." |
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Post by Brook LaRue on Sept 2, 2009 19:53:03 GMT -5
She was trying not to think of that, though her cheeks were pink. It was best for her to focus on his wound and not the fact that he had seen parts of her that only her maman had seen. Sighing she looked at the blood and sap covered hand before she tugged him over and stuck it under the wash basin, washing his hand.
"It's alright," she murmured as she focused on getting it clean, looking at the wound to make sure she got the sap out. "Did ya find the magpie's mon choux? There are some on the south side of the park.. I did find some red squirrels too awhile ago.." And fish, she knew where the fish were in the pond. She rubbed the soap into the wound and held his hand firm because she was sure it was going to hurt. She just continued talking.
She had no idea her state of dress would bother anyone, back home if it was hot it was how you ran around. But, she was also born in the Bayou, it was hard for her to even consider how propriety played into things sometimes.
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Post by Snoddy King on Sept 3, 2009 10:58:15 GMT -5
Still blushing furiously, Snoddy nodded. "Yeah, I-I found them. The magpies, I mean, not the red squirrels. I haven't seen red squirrels in a while."
Between the burn of the sap and the burn of the lye soap in his wound, Snoddy winced, hissing between his teeth. Oh, he was going to kill Dutchy for loaning him that book, for putting all those terrible thoughts in his head. Brook was still speaking, but Snoddy wasn't listening, tuning out that soft Southern voice with trying to focus on remembering which tree he'd been in when he found the first nest. There had been all kinds of treasures stuck in there by the hoarding bird that built it, and he wanted to go back to investigate it further.
Hell, right now, he wanted to go anywhere, anywhere that didn't involve having a lovely, sweet-smelling girl that he'd just seen naked--naked!--gently palpating his stinging hand under a stream of warm water. Especially a girl who was essentially property of a kid with an eye patch and a short temper.
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