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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 15, 2008 1:41:08 GMT -5
"Because I had to let go?" she shrugged as she tried to find the words that made it all make sense for him. If she were in love and had to leave? That had to be the reason and not saying goodbye? "Maybe it was harder for her to say goodbye? To tell you because she'd want to stay, maybe she's trying to do what she thinks is best for you?"
She was unsure, but hoping that it helped even a little bit.
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Post by mush on Oct 15, 2008 14:43:39 GMT -5
Mush didn't know what was wrong... why she didn't say good bye. Tate's reasoning made as much sense as his own, why didn't he just accept it? Relax, give it up and realize she was gone, wasn't coming back, wasn't dead and... she just had to go. He sighed and looked down at the ground. "Thanks," he said. It didn't sound sincere, but he was being sincere. He appreciated her helping, or trying to, or both, or whatever. And however it worked, he was grateful for her company, if nothing else.
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Post by Tate Potter on Oct 15, 2008 19:00:54 GMT -5
She shrugged her slender shoulders and nodded a little, "I'm not really good at this I normally fix stuff like this with food..." It was true, Tate had a tendency to make people feel better by giving them sweets and buns to make the hurt stop. But in truth, it only worked some of the time. She only wished she could get it to work for him too.
"If you need anything--" it was a true genuine offer, and it showed on her face.
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Post by mush on Oct 15, 2008 22:27:43 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said nodding slightly. "I'll remember that, thanks," he said with what looked to be a start of a smile, but quickly faded away again. He sighed slightly and shook his head. He felt ridiculous. He began to think that he would be happy if he could just say goodbye, tell her once more that he cared for her, wish her well... anything.
Maybe he could find an address at the Bronx Lodging House... doubtful, but he could dream. He took a deep breath. "Really, thank you," he said again.
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Post by valerie on Apr 3, 2009 11:33:18 GMT -5
>>>>>NEW DAY<<<<< Valerie twirled her parasol in her hand, lace white, matching her gloves. Her dress was yellow with forest green accents and white lace. Something her mother had sent her, from her parents holiday in Paris. Valerie liked it and wrote her mother immediately saying so. Just because she was trying to live on her own didn't mean she wouldn't accept the gifts her parents send. Spring was in the air and wasn't she lucky her mother chose a dress that breathed. The trees and flowers were simply beautiful. Perhaps she would bring a canvas and set of paints out one day. She hadn't painted since leaving Boston. |
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Post by calvinsanford on Apr 5, 2009 14:36:16 GMT -5
Calvin was walking home from the university where he attended Law school. He had his jacket off and was carrying it with his books. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie was loosened, and he had a small grin on his face, content with the weather. It was much too beautiful out to go straight home and study like his Father would like him to do.
Instead he found a nice peaceful shady part in the grass by the big oak tree and settled himself down. He pulled out his favorite book, his sketch book. He had dozens and dozens of sketches in their, some pencil drawn, some ink drawn, some with color in them, just little things he drew when he could. He usually found artistry a fine way to escape the responsibilities and dreariness of it all. He had always loved drawing since he was little.
He sighed happily and gazed around the park, he started sketching the blossom tree, with the pond shimmering in the backround, when something else caught his eye. It was a young lady, she glided down the path, parasol in hand, her gloves matching her dress. He went back to his drawing, glancing up at her every once in awhile, before shaking his head and pulling out a different sheet. He started to draw her as best he could. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to capture her gracefulness, but he was trying anyways.
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Post by valerie on Apr 5, 2009 17:14:52 GMT -5
If she hadn't heard the rustle of paper she may never had stopped to see him. Her parasol stopped spinning, watching him a moment. Rather handsome, well dressed. Well dressed and sitting in the grass. She smiled, seeing his stech pad. Then he glanced to her.
"Funny," Valerie moved her parasol down, closing it, letting the tip rest on the ground infront of her. "I was just thinking of how I should bring my paints out one afternoon. Might I have a look?" She spoke curiously and wondered what her parents would think if she had stopped to talk to some man sitting in the grass in the park.
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Post by calvinsanford on Apr 5, 2009 17:20:36 GMT -5
"Funny, I was just thinking of how I should bring my paints out one afternoon. Might I have a look?"
Calvin looked up at her as she spoke, then his gaze went down to his sketch. Feeling his cheeks color a little, he nodded and shifted a little before mumbling in a soft British accent, "Yes, you may, um..." He switched the current sheet he was working on to the other one of the blossom tree, and hiding the sketch of her, handed her his sketch book.
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Post by valerie on Apr 5, 2009 21:19:38 GMT -5
Valerie moved closer and took his sketch book from him, looking at the drawing and then to the tree it was of. She smiled, "Oh, that's very good." She turned the page, to the rough beginning of the drawing of herself and looked to him, still smiling, "Would this be me?"
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Post by calvinsanford on Apr 5, 2009 21:44:05 GMT -5
"Would this be me?"
Calvin cleared his throat and then smile slightly. "Yes, it would," He admitted, before handing her his entire sketch book.
"There's a lot more in there. I've had this book since I was graduating collage preparatory school."
"You draw as well then?" He asked, curiosity and excitement showing in his twinkling brown eyes.
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Post by valerie on Apr 6, 2009 11:25:06 GMT -5
Valerie smiled and flipped back to the others, "They're all very good..." She shrugged lightly, "I paint mostly, but I haven't since moving here. I haven't even unpacked them." She chuckled lightly then handed the book back. "I'm Valerie Cartwright." She extended her hand as well.
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Post by calvinsanford on Apr 7, 2009 17:23:51 GMT -5
"I paint mostly, but I haven't since moving here. I haven't even unpacked them."
"Oh, I paint too sometimes, but sketch mostly, I don't think I'd be able to do my dawdling with paint in the middle of class without being noticed," He chuckled softly.
"I'm Valerie Cartwright."
Calvin nodded and smiled, taking her hand, "Entranced. Valerie is a very nice name. I'm Calvin Sanford."
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Post by valerie on Apr 8, 2009 17:38:56 GMT -5
"Calvin is a rather handsome name," She smiled and hanging the handle on her arm, smoothed the dress at her bottom, "Mind if I sit? I find having a conversation with someone easier on the same level..."
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Post by isaac on Jul 10, 2009 19:15:30 GMT -5
((NEW DAY FOR PIPER- CONT. OF LODGING HOUSE STEPS))
Not realizing it Drifter had walked with Piper to Central Park. It was calming here, not many people were walking around and the only sounds that could really be heard was the crunch of their shoes on the path and the sound of birds chirping.
Drifter had finished his cigarette when they hit the entrance of the park, he smiled at Piper and gave her hand a little squeeze. The tingling feeling was there again, every time they held hands he got that feeling. He kicked at a rock before putting one of his hands into his pocket. "It's so quiet, where is everyone?" He asked looking around, wasn't this park usually bustling with people?
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Post by bunky on Jul 10, 2009 19:56:10 GMT -5
Piper loved walking through Central Park. It was nice and pretty, perfect setting for a nice walk to clear someone's head and to just walk. Piper was smiling as they walked, she was looking around at the trees that were like giants in their comparison. She looked around and saw as well there was no one in sight.
"I don't know. Maybe Medda has a big show?" She suggested as she gave him a reassuring squeeze in his hand, feeling giddy for just holding his hand.
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