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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 6, 2011 16:00:06 GMT -5
She turned her head to give him a wide smile to show she appreciated what he'd said. It just went to show how much he trusted her and that wasn't just one way street. She trusted him just as much and that was a hard thing to accomplish with this Brooklyn girl. "Yeah, the Bronx sounds like a good idea." It was far enough away from Brooklyn to take her mind off of the city and the conversations he would need to have eventually.
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Post by Robin on Jun 22, 2011 16:00:24 GMT -5
((NEW DAY - Open))
Robin took a deep breath as he sat on top of a crate. He had his left leg dangling over the side, and his right was bent and the foot firmly planted on the top of the crate. In his right hand was a cigarette, and his left hand kept him upright. He gazed out over the salty harbor. He couldn't help but enjoy the warm breeze that was coming from his back, and the cool breeze hitting him in the face from off the water. Of course, he figured this meant that a storm was not far away, and probably a nasty thunderstorm too, but all the same, it was comfortable to feel.
He took a drag from his cigarette as his thoughts sort of drifted to Manhattan. Robin spent a lot of his time in Manhattan, listening to the boys at the Columbia university talk. It was how he found out quite a bit of the up town, up scale gossip. The feeling of the weather though, gave him the idea that he probably shouldn't be going to Manhattan any time soon, he'd get stuck there in this weather, and then he'd be forced to walk back to Brooklyn in the rain. Sure, he could probably stay at the Manhattan Lodging house there, but that wasn't really an option. He blew out a puff of smoke before looking at the cigarette in his hand and then tossing it into the water. He glanced around, it was nice down at the docks when it was just a little too cold to swim. It was quiet, just the way he liked it.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 22, 2011 17:02:18 GMT -5
Catty had decided after her selling day to head over the bridge to Brooklyn. She found herself by the docks, and looked around.
She hadn't been around in this area in a long time, since she was a little girl and would wander away from the Orphanage. She used to like to come this way to watch all the workers and the future.
As she kept walking, her eyes caught something interesting...or was that someone? Catty smiled widely as she approached the guy who was there just smoking a cigarette. She then saw as he tossed it in the water. Catty raised her eyebrow and smirked as she went over to him.
"Excuse me. You wouldn't have a spare cigarette on you, would ya?" She asked him, smiling at him.
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Post by Robin on Jun 22, 2011 22:51:16 GMT -5
Robin looked over at the girl who was invading his quiet space. He had a facial expression that showed he was not amused. He hadn't been intending on having a conversation with anyone, but at that point it seemed unavoidable. "No," he answered shortly, "that was my last one."
Robin was quiet by nature, he preferred to listen more than talk, and the people that he talked to were few and far between. He preferred the company of his fellow Brooklynites, if he would get to choose. She obviously wasn't one of those, and at that point he didn't seem to get his choice. He sighed inwardly and turned away from him again, turning his gaze towards the water once more and gazing off into the distance. He hoped that his shortness and quick non responsiveness would shoo her away. Usually he was all for taking a girl home, but there were problems with that. One, it was too early to take any girl to bed, and two, he wasn't in the mood. She was a women, and there fore, not worth his time, unless he wanted her to be.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 22, 2011 23:09:12 GMT -5
Catty looked over at the guy, and frowned sadly. She was also slightly angry as well. She had never had a guy be so mean to her in a long time. She was only trying to make some conversation with him. But he seemed so cold.
She then took the plunge, and thought she would at least try and talk to him some more. She thought she could probably get through to him.
"Look, I'm not in much of a good mood either today, but I could always use someone to talk to...and I bet you could too." She told him with a slightly warm smile.
She then looked over at him again, and extended her hand to him "I'm Catherine, by the way. But you can call me 'Catty' if you want to." She said to him.
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Post by Robin on Jun 22, 2011 23:54:24 GMT -5
Bad mood? What was this girl, crazy? Robin just didn't talk, he had an edge, and he wasn't the best person. He didn't want to be, he didn't try to be, and quite frankly he didn't care. This girl was hitting him at the wrong time of day. Had it been evening, maybe he'd care, but right now, he really didn't. As she spoke he turned his head and gave her a long look as though she had just told him that she loved kittens. He found her deranged, and annoying. He couldn't use someone to talk to, he didn't even want someone to talk to, why wasn't she leaving?
He watched her extend her arm and say her name, and her nick name. He didn't care, so he looked at her hand, didn't say a word and then slowly turned back to the water once again. Maybe if he ignored her she'd just go away. He knew that it wasn't likely, but he was hopeful. He just stayed quiet and starred at the water.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 23, 2011 1:56:23 GMT -5
When her introduction to the boy wasn't reciprocated, Catty glared at him and dropped her hand back to her side. She then turned back to face the water as well. She crossed her arms at her side,and looked down at the dock. She didn't know why the boy wouldn't give her the time of day.
Catty sighed heavily, looked back up, and over at the boy next to her. She didn't know what she had done wrong to him to receive such a cold reception from him. She smiled weakly and opened her mouth to speak again to him.
This time she tried not to come off as straight forward as she did.
"Hey...Listen, I don't know what I did to deserve such a cold shoulder from you. But trust me when I tell you this. I'm not your typical girl. I know how to fight, and I'm not afraid to stand up for myself." She told him, hoping to catch his attention a little better by attempting to appeal to his slightly cold nature.
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Post by Robin on Jun 23, 2011 2:10:45 GMT -5
What had she done to deserve a cold shoulder from him? Easy enough, she spoke. He didn't want to talk, he wasn't interested in talking. He would be interested in talking to someone with something to say, but this girl had nothing to say. He didn't know her, he didn't really care to, he didn't know why she was still there.
Not the typical girl? Anymore, around New York, she seemed fairly average. Pretty girls who think they're so tough going around and bothering people minding their own business for no good reason at all. He was not a fan of her kind. Not afraid to stand up for herself huh? He'd give her something to stand up for at the rate she was going. All the same he spared her only a sideways glance before going back to staring at the water. She was just the kind of girl Robin detested. All women empowered, and self-assured. This girl needed to go back to the kitchen where she belonged, then maybe he'd give her the time of day.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 23, 2011 2:26:34 GMT -5
Catty somehow hated what was going on with this boy at this point. She couldn't get him to talk and she had been ignored by him. She finally decided that if talking to him wasn't going to work, she would try another approach entirely.
Pacing back and forth for a few seconds, fixing her long black hair, and making sure her dress wasn't a mess. She had found herself at crossroads now, and she was determined to make her looks work for her now.
She then walked back beside the boy, and then sighed heavily, feeling nervous. She stepped in front of him, and then smiled up at him, noticing that their heights weren't even that far apart.
"Listen, cutie. I'm sorry if I came off as annoying to you. I would just like to have a friend in you...or something more maybe. That's strictly up to you though, sweetheart." She said, smiling and reaching to touch his arm as she attempted to lock eyes with him.
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Post by Robin on Jun 23, 2011 2:36:40 GMT -5
When Catty stepped in front of the crate he was sitting on he seemed forced to look down at her. He was not amused, and not interested at all. Sure, she was pretty, but right now, he didn't care. There were a million girls just like her all over New York, as previously stated, and he could find them, a dime a dozen. He didn't need to please this one. For who would it effect? The female Manhattan newsies might get a little miffed at him, but what did he care? They were girls, they didn't matter.
Cutie? Sweetheart? Well, though Catty was trying unnecessarily hard, Robin did not want a friend in her, he didn't really want anything in her to be honest, not at this point. He gave her a quick look before he said, "you coulda just left..." and then gave her a hard shove backwards, from which she would not be able to recover, which sent her straight into the water. He looked down to see her splash, and when he was satisfied he got comfortable on the crate once more, at a safe distance from the water and relaxed. He figured that would make her leave, anyone with half a brain would be gone after that.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 23, 2011 2:58:55 GMT -5
Catty was confused now, and she was now just plain miffed at best. She was trying way too hard to get this boy's attention, and it didn't work. She looked down at herself, and wondered what exactly had gone wrong.
"I suddenly see that there is nothing that will get your attention, am I right, love?" She said, letting her accent slip out a little, which she rarely ever did. Her Scottish accent was always too thick to let loose, so she used the New York accent as a cover.
She thought she was finally getting through to him. This boy was beautiful, with a severely misguided soul.
Just then she heard the boy FINALLY speak to her for the first time since she tried to get a cigarette off of him.
"you coulda just left..."
Then the next thing Catty knew, she was being shoved hard by the boy right into the water. She quickly came up to the surface again, and looked at the boy. She glared hard, and balled her fists.
*Fucking son of a bitch.* she thought to herself. *I'm gonna wipe that smug grin off that boy's face.*.
With that thought in her head, she swam to the dock, pulled herself up and stood there, soaking wet. Then she walked at a fast pace to the short distance where he sat, looking smug and satisfied.
"That was NOT a smart thing to do. I tried to be nice, that didn't work. Now, you just went and pissed me off." She snapped.
With that, she reeled back and punched the boy right in the face with every ounce of strength. When she was done, she kissed her knuckles and smiled.
"Not gonna be smiling now, are ya?" She asked him with a smirk.
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Post by Robin on Jun 23, 2011 3:09:40 GMT -5
Robin was fairly content. The girl was in the water, she swam away, things were great, until she got out of the water and came back for more. Some dames just don't know when to quit. He didn't look at her, didn't want to, didn't care to, so he didn't. She said something and then suddenly Robin felt his face jerk to the side. The girl had hit him. Really? The girl had hit him? Of course anyone giving a punch to the face like this one just had was going to jerk one's face to the side. But he slowly brought his face back to look at her. If he had been unhappy before, he was livid now.
He leaped off of the crate and landed right in front of her. If he felt nice he'd give this dripping pitiful mess in front of him a three second head start. He thought differently however, he'd already given her plenty of times to leave, and even practically warned her. If that's how she wanted to play, he'd play along. Fine.
Robin wasn't afraid to hit a girl, especially when they were askin' for it. And this one had been practically begging. He brought a hand down to her stomach to punch her, and while she was preoccupied with that he grabbed hand full of her hair. Before she'd have time to react he started walking back towards the entrance of the docks, not letting go of her hair. She could kick and scream and struggle all she wanted to, attacking his arms with her nails, what have you, he didn't care, he had a firm grip on her skull, and wasn't at all inclined to let go just yet. Once he arrived to the place where the wooden dock met dry solid terra firma, he shoved her just a little ahead of him before giving her a kick to her backside to give her an even greater push forward. "Get away from me," he said in a threatening tone, "now." If she came back again, he'd do worse.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 23, 2011 3:30:39 GMT -5
Catty was suddenly petrified for her own life as she looked at the boy. She was trying to walk backwards to get away from him.
She watched as his eyes grow angry at her, she felt like she had just made the most baddest mistake of her existence. She was very scared suddenly. A part of her wanted to smile for finally making a boy actually jerk with a hit that hard. But now, she was completely horrified by the boy's reaction.
Suddenly, she watched as the boy got up off the crate and punched her in the stomach. Catty felt that she had just gotten hit by a 50 pound weight. 'FUCK!" She yelled as she doubled over in pain. She had never felt that much pain before.
Then she felt the boy grab her long hair in a fistful. She began to struggle with him, she lightly hit him in the face again. Trying to get away from him, she dug her nails by his eyes.
"LET GO OF ME! STOOPPP! PLEASE!" Catty began to beg and plead to the boy to let her go, but unfortunately, it was to no avail.
Then she felt him throw her ahead of him. She lost her balance and fell to the floor. She laid there for a few seconds, before an angry vibe began to grow inside of her. She then managed to get herself up, holding her head in pain.
Get away from me now
She smiled at the boy's words, and laughed. "I don't back down, cutie-pie...and I aint afraid of you neither." She said, hitting him back in the stomach.
"HOW DOES FEEL, HUH?" She yelled at him.
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Post by Robin on Jun 23, 2011 3:40:58 GMT -5
Things were going fine, until she decided to continue to fight back. Robin took the hit to the stomach, fine. In a fight you have to receive a few punches if you're going to throw a few, and he would admit to that. Besides, he didn't expect the girl to keep attacking! Anyone with any sort of sense would give up by now. Guess Catty just wasn't too brilliant.
Robin stood up. "...mistake." He walked forward quickly. He grabbed a hold of her fore arms and brought him close to him so he could see her eye to eye. He glared at her face and said, "Stay away." He then threw her to the ground in a very forceful manner and was sure to land a solid kick in her stomach and chest as well before he quickly turned on his heel and walked away. He hoped that she'd stay down, in her place, quiet and head low. So that she wouldn't think to try and hit him again, he decide it better to escape the situation and leave her to lay there in pain. He was quite hopeful that he'd never see this little brunette dumbbell ever again.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 23, 2011 3:53:35 GMT -5
Catty smiled as she noticed that the boy was a little shell-shocked from the punch to his stomach. She smiled in a sheer satisfaction. She wanted to cause him more pain.
But the she saw him recover, and walk towards her. Before she was able to react, she was grabbed by her forearms, and pulled close to him. She looked into his eyes, right before she was thrown to the ground, receiving a kick to the stomach in the process.
Stay Away
Catty was in worse pain than before. She was officially in hell. This guy was no pushover, and neither was she. She was taught never to back down from a fight...no matter what.
She laid down on the ground still, her face looking towards the dock. She had never felt anything so painful in her life.
"Fine....You...win." She whispered to him.
But it was no good...he was gone. She watched him walk away with a frown on her face. She fell back, turning to look up at the sky.
She had been defeated, and it made her feel bad. In her loneliness, she suddenly began to cry hard.
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