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Post by impatient on Aug 17, 2008 18:29:36 GMT -5
"It would be my pleasure to walk ya home to da Lodgin House ."
Impatient giggled. "What a gentleman." She laughed to him. Impy grabbed his hand and started to walk a little farther to the Lodging House.
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Post by royal on Aug 18, 2008 15:56:39 GMT -5
"What a gentleman."
As Impatient took his hand Royal smirked a little bit and started walking toward the Manhattan Lodging House. "I try my best."
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Post by mystery on Sept 20, 2008 17:37:07 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Mystery and Smiley had just came from the hospital where Mystery sold the rest of her newspapers. She looked around for her best friend. Dice. Dice is not a newsie she is a theif and kind of just drifts everywhere in New York but she mainly lives in Manhattan. "She has dark brown hair and brown eyes and has an Italian accent like meh."
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 20, 2008 17:38:56 GMT -5
"Oh really? I can't wait ta meet her." Smiley replied boucing up and down in excitement. She grinned up at Mystery and then giggled, skipping down the path.
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Post by dice on Sept 20, 2008 17:42:24 GMT -5
Dice had been walking around Central Park, looking for something to do. She spotted her best friend Mystery and a little girl that looked very hyper right nest to her. While Dice was walking up to them she said, "Heya Mystery." Smiling.
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Post by mystery on Sept 20, 2008 17:57:59 GMT -5
"Dats her." she pointed to a girl whose short, has an italian accent, brown hair and brown eyes. Mystery smiled and said, "Heya Dice!" She looked down at Smiley who was smiled and jumping up and down. "Smiley dis is Dice me best friend since we were littler than you'se, and Dice dis is Smiley."
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 20, 2008 18:03:02 GMT -5
"Hi Dice. Mysty told me all about ya. I'm from Hattan'. You don't live any where?" Smiley asked stunned by the fact. She looked up at Dice with her big brown eyes.
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Post by dice on Sept 20, 2008 18:27:03 GMT -5
"nice ta meetcha Smiley." dicce's smile faded into a straight face. "Well... I live somewhere, I live in an ally next to the World Building."
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 12, 2008 23:21:09 GMT -5
((New Day))
Her first day off in ages, Tate was actually out looking for her aunt. Unfortunately finding her Aunt Marisa was was never easy. She wanted her to stay home and out of TROUBLE, which was what she was always in.
"Oh dear..." she muttered putting her fist on her hips.
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Post by mush on Oct 12, 2008 23:42:40 GMT -5
Mush was wondering through Manhattan, depressed as anything. He'd just gone to the Bronx determined to find Alanna. Only to hear from her friends that she'd gone back home, and didn't plan on coming back. She hadn't told him, hadn't said a word... the only girl he ever really loved and she was gone. What was he going to do now? He wasn't hungry to eat, he wasn't tired to sleep, just heart broken inside and out. He'd even cried a little, but washed his face in the river to hide the tears, and the redness had gone away. Now he was just sad and numb. And to think this had been one of the most charming boys in New York.
While he wasn't watching where he was going, just sort of looking around and not watching the paths. He sighed and looked down at the ground. He kicked a rock down the path that came to a rest at Tate's feet. Mush was still at the top of the hill, coming down towards her.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 12, 2008 23:46:23 GMT -5
She held up her arms and looked down at the rock to see the guy who just looked unhappy, she let out a small sigh, "Hey! You alright?" She took in his features, the hair, the hat. This must be the Mush guy that Sweets had told her about. Tate was a soft girl, and genuine in how she was. Most people saw it as naive, but she didn't.
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Post by mush on Oct 12, 2008 23:51:51 GMT -5
Mush stopped and looked down the hill at Tate and stopped. He remembered her, the girl he'd met in the park, with the sweets. He remembered her. He wasn't alright, and he knew it. He kept walking and when he was closer he shook his head no. He wasn't sure if he could explain, or if he should because it would just make him look weak hearted, but... he'd decide that in a minute.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 12, 2008 23:53:52 GMT -5
She bit her lip and walked up, taking his arm in hers and moving him to sit down on one of the benches. She didn't like the look of him? Was he sick? She opened his eye and checked his forehead, "You don't look so good, are you eating okay?" Tate was one of those eternally helpful people and she was naive. She would make friends with about anyone because she thought they were nice.
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Post by mush on Oct 13, 2008 0:02:56 GMT -5
Mush sat down without a real fight. His eyes were red and blood shot, he wasn't sick, nor did he have a fever. "No," he said quietly, he hadn't been eating at all. He kept his eyes focused on the ground, his posture slumped over. He wasn't in anywhere of a good state. He sighed again and shook his head. He was at a loss of what to do.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 13, 2008 0:10:31 GMT -5
The poor boy she pulled a sweet bun out of her apron pocket, "Here eat this Mush..." he probably didn't remember her name but she would try to help him the best that she could. "What happened?"
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