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Post by magenta on Sept 9, 2008 18:53:07 GMT -5
Magenta laughed. She wasn't going to treat Gwennie like a little kid at all...more like a young adult. When she was younger, she hated it when adults came up to you and treated you your age. It was very annoying. "That's cool. I wish I saw that. I've never seen a conch shell that big. Only little shells."
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 13, 2008 21:53:21 GMT -5
"Yeah" replied Gwennie absentmindedly, staring at the small shell in her hands "Y'know, my mama had a shell like dis one on dis one necklace dat she nevah really wore dat much 'cept foah special occasions." she smiled wistfully, her eyes still fixated on the shell "She always said dat dere was a story behin' it but she nevah tol' us what it was." she looked up at Magenta, her smile growing more joyful "We'd always ask ev'ry time she wore it an' she'd tell us some crazy story dat we all knew was jus' made up 'cause it'd always have dragons, an' da loch ness monstah in it an' stuff, an' it changed ev'ry single time she told it." her smile faded slightly and she gently placed the shell in the sand and started digging again. " I guess I nevah really found out how she got it" she added in an almost rhetorical fashion, finding another shell and holding it up to the light as she had done with the other one.
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Post by magenta on Sept 13, 2008 23:01:39 GMT -5
Magenta grinned at her. She didn't know what else to say, especially since this girl is so young. Finding another shell, she commented, "How 'bout this Gwennie? Is it good enough?" She held it out for her to expect.
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 13, 2008 23:20:31 GMT -5
Gwennie nodded, her childlike enthusiasm restored "Yeah, dat one's real pretty" she enthused, repositioning herself to look at it in better light. "Look, it sparkles!" she pointed out, indicating the inside of the shell.
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Post by magenta on Sept 13, 2008 23:42:37 GMT -5
Magenta looked, and sure enough, it was sparkling. "Yeah it does. That's cool." Glancing around, she wanted to find Lock, but couldn't see him anywhere.
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 13, 2008 23:49:54 GMT -5
Gwennie dug around for a few more minutes, finding four more whole shells and several shell fragments before finally declaring "Okay, I t'ink we got enough ta make da castle look pretty, so we should start makin' it now" grabbing a handful of moist sand she packed it in to a heap and grabbed another handful, turning to Magenta with an expectant look on her face, "come on, dis is da best part" she encouraged, noticing that the older girl seemed to be somewhat distracted from the task at hand.
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Post by magenta on Sept 13, 2008 23:58:26 GMT -5
Magenta shook her gaze from thinking about Lock. Smiling at Gwennie, she thought she was a real cute kid. Grabbing a handful of sand as well, she pounded it just like she did.
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 14, 2008 0:11:16 GMT -5
Gwennie added more sand and stood back, looking at the small mound of sand critically. "I t'ink it still needs ta be biggah" she commented, sitting down to continue her work. "an' maybe we should draw doors an' stuff an' make it flat on top wit' little lumps aroun' da edge 'cause dats how mama an' papa said da ol' castle ruins dey grew up neah looked like." she paused for a moment grabbing another handful of sand and piling it on "den we could put da shells on an' it'll be almos' like it's real." she beamed at the idea of such a glorious sand castle.
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Post by magenta on Sept 14, 2008 8:46:15 GMT -5
Watching her put another pile of sand, she remembered how she did this with Melody all the time a few years back. Smiling brightly as Gwennie beamed, she missed Melody. She actually hadn't seen him all day, and hoped she would when she got back to the Lodging House. "That's beautiful, Gwennie. "
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 14, 2008 18:04:41 GMT -5
"yeah" stated Gwennie proudly finding a stick and beginning to draw crude doors on the somewhat formless lump of sand. " you could make da top flat if ya want" she commented, intensely focused on her work and now drawing several windows and a criss-crossed brick pattern along the surface of the damp lump of sand.
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Post by magenta on Sept 15, 2008 5:24:43 GMT -5
Nodding her head in agreement, Magenta used both hands to gently rub off the top of the sand, making it flat. As she finished, her hands were covered in wet sand, but she could care less. She was having fun.
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Post by Gwennie on Sept 19, 2008 20:01:18 GMT -5
"dat looks real good!" enthused Gwennie grabbing a few stones that she found near her leg. "We could jus' use dese foah da bumpy part aroun' da top" she suggested placing a few stones around the edge of the crudely fashioned castle.
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Post by Styx Kennedy on Apr 14, 2009 23:33:41 GMT -5
*New Day* (for Hannalee Elis)
Styx strolled down the streets of Rockaway Beach, taking in the sights and occasionally shouting a fabricated headline. Nike was selling on Myrtle Avenue today, so it was just him and his thoughts. And the occasional angry customer…
“EXTRA! Epic heat wave to hit New Yawk! Thousands of lives at stake!” A few people hurried over to buy his last few papers, worry etched on their faces. Snickering, he casually made himself scarce, not wanting to be around when they actually read the story. The article in question actually said something about an old lady getting heat stroke, but they didn’t need to know that he thought smugly. Styx continued his leisurely stroll, eventually finding himself on a pebbly shore overlooking the bay. He found a large sized rock to sit on and got comfortable, pulling out a cigarette and a match. He deftly struck the match on the rock he was sitting on and lit the 'Coffin Nail', taking in a deep drag. maybe he wouldn’t sell the evening edition today, he thought contentedly.
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Post by hannaleeelis on Apr 15, 2009 12:20:37 GMT -5
Hannalee ambled down the streets of Queens, peering around her with cautiousness as well as curiosity. It wasn't that often most newsies wandered out of their boroughs, it was just so hot in Bronx and well, it was the Bronx. The Bronx was special, but after awhile, it got a little boring. Besides Hannalee liked exploring new places.
She found her way to the shore and breathed a sigh of relief as the breeze picked up. Just looking at the small waves dance and tug at the shore made it feel cooler. She smiled and found herself a rock and sat down hugging herself, a smile playing on her lips as she watched the water .
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Post by Styx Kennedy on Apr 15, 2009 19:33:43 GMT -5
Styx’s eyes had drifted closed as he enjoyed the afternoon sun, a feeling of extremely laziness washing over him. He heard someone sit down near him and he cracked an eye open. The person in question was a smaller girl with short blond hair; she was seated on a rock only a few feet away from his own, looking off into the horizon. Out of habit, he gave her the once over and decided that, though she was pretty, she was probably too young for him to flirt with. He noticed the ink stains on her hands and grinned at the telltale sign of a newsie. He closed his eye again and took a drag on his cigarette, “You come here often?”
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