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Post by Administrator on Apr 14, 2010 23:57:58 GMT -5
From the roof of the Queens Lodging House you can see pretty far across the city. Some of the kids like to lie up here and find pictures in the clouds, or look at the few stars that can be seen. It's also a nice place to smoke, if you do, as smoking isn't allowed in the LH.
The laundry is strung up here on two, long strings and to one side is a small herb garden that Will keeps for his cooking. The ledge all around is 3' tall, just about waist length for most newsies, and a great place to lean or sit.
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Post by Roisin Dubh on Feb 8, 2011 20:18:46 GMT -5
Roisin leaned against the bricks of the chimney, soaking up what warmth she could from their surface. Though not completely cold out, it was still cool enough that Roisin shivered a bit as she pulled her jacket tighter. She thought about going inside, but it was so peaceful that she was willing to suffer the slight chill a little longer in exchange for the solitude. She turned the page of her book, a slight smile on her face as she read the familiar words. The volume she held was one of three books that she owned, and like the others, its pages were creased and worn from being read and reread a countless number of times.
As it always did when she read the book she now held in her hands, her heart went out to the young lawyer, and she laughed softly at herself for getting so emotional over his unrequited love. Real life was filled with people caught in the same problems or worse, and one learned to harden oneself over time. Roisin was no exception, but something in the way the author’s words flowed to paint the tragic picture… Shaking her head, she closed her book, though she made no move to get up just yet. The sun was just beginning to set, and the weakening light cast a sickly glow over the rooftops as she closed her eyes, allowing her thoughts to drift where they would.
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Post by ghost1211 on Feb 22, 2011 14:35:38 GMT -5
Anya had climbed through the window in the bunk room once she had claimed her bed and walked up the fire escape to the roof. The one thing she liked about New York so far was that no matter where you were you could always see the stars. She walked over to the edge of the roof and looked down at the street below before she looked up at the sky.
She stood there for a few minutes before she turned around to head back inside and nearly screamed when she saw someone sitting against the wall. It wasn't that she was scared of the girl she just hadn't expected anyone to be up here. She looked at the girl and then lowered her gaze to the book she had laying on her lap and took a deep breath.
" What are you reading? " She tried to hide her accent as much as possible. She was surprised that she had caught another newsie reading. For the small amount of people she saw in the book stores and library's around here you would think that half of New York hated books ( yes i know most cant read lol )
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Post by Roisin Dubh on Feb 23, 2011 5:14:32 GMT -5
Roisin’s eyes opened when she heard the creak of someone coming up the fire escape and she watched with interest to see who it was. She came up to the roof quite a bit, and rarely did she have to share it with anyone, a fact that surprised her, as the view was beautiful. Apparently, the new arrival thought so to, as Roisin watched her gaze out over the roof. She’d never seen the girl around before, though she knew she hadn’t met everyone, and she studied her curiously.
When the girl finally noticed her presence, her reaction had Roisin raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk. She was obviously startled, and Roisin supposed that maybe she should have tried giving the girl a bit of a warning that she was there, but honestly, to do so hadn’t even occurred to her. She studied the girl with unconcealed interest as the girl did the same, though much more discreetly.
Her interest was peaked further as she heard the unfamiliar accent that the girl was obviously trying to hide. She, herself, was proud of her accent and the country that it came from, but to each their own, she thought with a shrug as she glanced down at the book in question. “A Tale o’ Two Cities… It’s a grand tale! Have ya read it, then?” she asked, truly curious.
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Post by ghost1211 on Feb 23, 2011 19:44:32 GMT -5
Anya smirked when the girl told her that she was reading "A Tale o’ Two Cities " and nodded " that is my favorite book. She actually had a copy of her with her stuff that was still back in the alley. She really needed to get that. She stepped toward the girl a little more not seeing her as a threat and gestured to the book
" I was starting to think that no one else read in this city " She smiled at her and set down next to her but not to close and looked at the cover. " I read that book on the way over here I think 20 times ".
She knew she shouldn't hide her accent but she had become so use to hiding it that it was hard to not cover it up. She should be proud of where she came from but her past made it hard to do that. There weren't alot of happy memories at home
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Post by Roisin Dubh on Feb 25, 2011 11:02:49 GMT -5
Roisin laughed. “I can’t say it’s my favorite, though I do love it,” she began, looking up at the girl as she moved a little closer. “I love Wutherin’ Heights just a bit more! It’s wonderfully tragic.” She continued to watch the girl curiously. While due to their line of work, it wasn’t uncommon for newsies to know how to read, it was slightly less common to find one that read books. For one thing, many of them simply had more important things to do or worry about than the lives of fictitious characters. And for another, even if one was inclined to read, books were expensive. Roisin was lucky to have the three that she did, and that was only because they had belonged to her father.
Roisin smiled back as the girl sat down beside her, though not to close, and glanced at her book. She held it out, offering to let the girl flip through it if she liked. “Ah, no, there’s a few o’ us that find the time t' read,” she said with a grin. “Though most will argue it’s a waste o’ time…. I’m no’ too sure they’re no’ right, but I’ve ever loved a good tale, so….” she trailed off with a shrug, pulling her jacket even tighter about her. Now that the sun was beginning to fade, the bricks behind her were quickly losing their warmth.
“Jaysus, Mary, an’ Joseph! Ye musta come a long way t’ have been able t’ read the book twenty times, aye?” she commented, again curious, though she smiled again, hoping the girl would understand that she didn’t need to elaborate if she didn’t want to.
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Post by ghost1211 on Feb 25, 2011 15:08:23 GMT -5
Anya took the book from her and smiled as she flipped through it and nodded at her comment about a long journey " I came from Russia " she flipped the book closed and handed it back to her
" There wasn't a whole lot to do unless you happened to be able to dance " she smiled at the memory and leaned against the bricks even though they were cold. " I was stuck in this little room that I shared with 8 other people and one of the little girls had this big collection of books and let me read them. I managed to read one other book before I found A tale of two cities. I couldn't put it down "
She looked toward the edge of the roof and smiled " I am glad that there is someone else that doesn't think reading is a waste of time "
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