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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 9, 2008 23:25:28 GMT -5
He grinned, knowing that he was capturing her with her naivity and loving every minute of it. "There's plenty of work for a respectable woman." He nearly gagged on the words thinking that women working wasn't respectable but realizing that this wasn't exactly what the girl wanted to hear.
The way he preyed on people was nearly imperceptible, he could figure out most people in a few minutes and play on their actions. The only person who had every gotten to the true part of him since he was a child was long gone in his mind and he'd never get her back so enjoyed toying with others. "A seamstress, mayhap, or a bookkeeper."
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Post by moon on Aug 9, 2008 23:33:29 GMT -5
She laughed. "Respectable? I'm a newsie, no one respects us." She said with some disgust in her voice. She noticed him thinking about something, but she decided not to bother and ask him. Moonlight pictured her and Starlight working as a seamstress, and she laughed. Their mother tried to teach them to sew at the age of 5. As Moon thought of her mother, tears came to her eyes. But before they could come falling down her face she rubbed them away, hoping that Scar didn't see.
" Maybe a bookkeeper, but I have no idea, I gotta tawk to my sistah." Moon and Star's mother loved to read, and she remembered all of the nights before they fell asleep, how their mother would read them a story. A tear escaped Moon's eyes, but she brushed it away, and she had small, but sad grin on her face, remembering her mother.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 10, 2008 20:27:43 GMT -5
Scar ignored her saddened attitude, he wasn't someone who had been comforted often and he didn't have the knowledge nor the capability to perform that function for someone else. He just didn't care enough about others to do it, so he chose to skip to a different topic. "Well if you want to get respect stop workin' as newsie. You work at something they respect you for working at."
He hated people who felt bad for themselves, everyone had it rough but when you let that show you just seemed weak and stupid. He could carry on a tirade of all the people he'd met in his life who deserved a bullet in their head for all the self-pity they showed.
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Post by moon on Aug 12, 2008 10:47:11 GMT -5
Moon looked into his face to see what he was reacting to. He didn't seem like a person to help other people, but she agreed anyway. "I guess so, but I don't know how Prince is going to react. I don't want to stop bein' a newsie for somethin' dat already happened." She remembered the last strike they had, "If we go on stike again, maybe it will be settled."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 12, 2008 13:42:21 GMT -5
Scar shook his head at the girls naivety, glad his face hid his thoughts as well as his fathers or grandfathers had. After all he couldn't remember how many beatings he'd recieved because they could tell exactly what he was thinking. "If you striked before and it did nothing, how can you expect them to change it now? After all if they raised the prices twice already they're just going to keep raising them, aye?"
With a nod, confirming his suspicions he looked at Moon, studied her more likely. "You're bettah off finding a job where you don't have to worry 'bout it because from my 'xperience it doesn't get any bettah." He was thoroughly enjoying toying with this girl and putting doubts into her head while continuing to seem sympathetic to her plight.
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Post by moon on Aug 12, 2008 13:48:43 GMT -5
"Yeah, I guess so. But...I am gunna stay as a newsie for a lil longa'. I don't think I'd be able ta get a job someweah else. But dat's fine." Moon was desperatly trying to figure out why a Brooklyn dock worker was trying to help a newsie out. Usually, they just hated them and nagged and beat on them, no matter what gender they were. She thought about it, and decided she can talk to Scar, but she isn't going to trust him until she really knows him. Moonlight doesn't want anyone worrying about her.
"So, how's the docks?" She asked, regretting it right after she said it. Moon had nothing to talk about, but that came first to mind since it was his job. But really, she just wanted to change the subject, but having no idea that she wanted to.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 12, 2008 14:06:54 GMT -5
In Scars opinion he wasn't helping her, he was just carrying on a conversation. Things could be taken adversly to what he meant though, he supposed. The moment she brought up the docks he shrugged, "Works work, I like to not t'ink 'bout it when I'm not t'ere." Scar glanced Moon over once more before running a hand through his hair. "I gotta be going, nice to meet you." With that he started walking off down the beach. Scar had gotten the answer he wanted, he'd wanted to butter her up and get her into his bed but had decided she was a bit to faint hearted even for that. He had a feeling she was the type develope attachments and cry on your arm while your at work kinda girl.
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Post by moon on Aug 14, 2008 19:03:26 GMT -5
"Works work, I like to not t'ink 'bout it when I'm not t'ere. I gotta be going, nice to meet you."
"Ok, nice ta meetcha as well." Moon watched him walk away, then looked back at the ocean to think about getting another job, but also thinking about what her sister, Star would think.
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 8, 2008 20:06:40 GMT -5
(New Day)
Gwennie skipped down the shore, kicking the sand up in the air as she frolicked along, giggling and venturing into the very shallow water. "Come on, Marvin" she called out to her faithful canine friend (who was also quite imaginary) "da watah's fine!" she knew he wouldn't come in, he was afraid of water, but she liked to tease him about it. He never took it seriously, so she wasn't afraid of hurting his feelings. Going over to a place where the water was only about a half an inch deep, she sat down and started digging in the sand for seashells that she could use on a sand castle.
She glanced over to a rock a couple of feet away where she had placed her last two papers. She had planned to sell all of her papers before she came to the shore but she had gotten impatient and decided that she could sell them at the beach. To her misfortune, however, there had been almost nobody there. She weighed the options of either staying at the shore and not selling all of her papes or leaving all of the sand and the fun to sell her last couple papes. When it came down to it she had decided that it wouldn't be all that bad if she had a small loss as long as it was just one day. Suddenly, she was snapped out of her train of thought as she heard someone walk up behind her and turned her head to to see what it was.
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Post by magenta on Sept 8, 2008 20:24:23 GMT -5
Magenta had been walking around Queens, feeling a little depressed after not seeing Lock for awhile. She went to the shore at Rockaway Beach, her favorite place to be. Seeing a little girl who looked like she didn't really belong in Queens, Magenta walked up to her.
"Heya, are you a Queens newsie?"
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 8, 2008 21:27:15 GMT -5
"nope" chirped Gwennie, happily squinting her eyes against the sun. "But I got a friend who's from Queens. She's not newsie though." she turned her attention back to her shell excavation. "I'm Gwennie and this is my dog, Marvin. What's your name?" she asked, smiling as she discovered a particularly pretty shell fragment.
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Post by magenta on Sept 9, 2008 6:09:35 GMT -5
Magenta smiled. Looking next to Gwennie, she couldn't see a dog, but decided to ignore it. Melody used to have an imaginary friend, and it made her laugh. But..it's rude. "I'm Magenta. It's nice to meet you Gwennie and Marvin. " Sitting down cross-legged next to her, she said, "What are ya doin'?"
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 9, 2008 18:37:37 GMT -5
Gwennie dug deeper, completely absorbed by her search. "lookin' foah shells" she answered in a matter of fact tone. "Marvin's lookin' too but he isn't very lucky with findin' t'ings" she held up a metallic- looking shell to the light and watched, transfixed, as the light shined off of it. "Ya wanna help?" she asked, finally turning her head to face Magenta "we're gonna make a sand castle an' put dese on it when we're done findin' 'em" she explained, moving slightly forward and continuing her search.
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Post by magenta on Sept 9, 2008 18:39:57 GMT -5
"Sure, I'd love ta help." Digging in the sand, she laughed a bit. Gwennie was really cute, and she thought they could be pretty good friends.
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 9, 2008 18:46:59 GMT -5
"Look at dis one!" exclaimed Gwennie as she dug up a small shell that looked like a miniature conch. "Once I saw somebody who had a really big one an' when dey blew in it, it made dis really loud sound, like a trumpet but loudah an' it kinda hoit my ears but it was still real neat!" she enthused, gesturing exaggeratedly with her hands to show how big it had been.
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