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Post by bunky on Sept 25, 2008 22:32:36 GMT -5
Piper walked in and thanked Jib for holding out the door for him. She inhaled the fresh smell of bakery goodness and she smiled. That smell reminded her of her mum, how she smelled of muffins and flour after working so hard.
"Smells wonderful!" Piper replied to Jib in a grin as she looked over her shoulder at him.
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Post by jib on Sept 27, 2008 7:22:44 GMT -5
Jib walked to a table and sat down. He looked to the counter and saw the beautiful array of food. "I think I'll get a piece of apple pie and coffee." He stated aloud. "Do you know what you want?" He looked back to piper as he spoke. "I mean, don't think I'm rushing you." He shied back. He didn't want her to think he was trying to get this over with.
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Post by bunky on Sept 27, 2008 13:18:29 GMT -5
Piper smiled and looked through some of the food that was on display. She smiled and chose herself a piece of coffee cake and some cold milk to go along with it. She took out some of her money in order to pay.
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Post by jib on Sept 30, 2008 14:56:03 GMT -5
Jib ordered his food, and waved a hand at Piper. "No, no. I got this." He pulled out his own money and paid for everything. He smiled as the food was handed to him and put it down. He then walked over to receive the drinks. He looked at her food. "The coffee cake looks very good, but I'm a sucker for Apple Pie." He took a small bite. "My mother used to make amazing apple pie."
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Post by bunky on Sept 30, 2008 17:02:45 GMT -5
"I like Apple Pie too, but I also have a thing for Coffee Cake." Piper replied in a grin as she took a bit from her cake, feeling how it melted in her mouth. She smiled and took a long drink from her cup, smiling at Jib after she drank it down.
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Post by jib on Oct 2, 2008 13:58:52 GMT -5
Jib continued to eat his pie, but drank his coffee slowly. When he watched Piper take a long drink he smiled. "Just tell me if you want more milk." He didn't want her to think that she wasn't going to get anymore. Using his fork he pulled out a piece of apple from under the crust and ate is slowly. The apples were his favorite part. "So, why are you a newsie?" he asked with pure curiosity.
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Post by bunky on Oct 2, 2008 17:45:32 GMT -5
"My folks came here from Scotland while my mum was pregnant with me. Shortly after-wards, though, they both died from catching a horrible disease. So my brother raised me and gave me a choice when I was 8 to either go to school or be a Newsie. I never liked to go to school and be told what to do, so I chose being Newsie." Piper explained as she whipped her mouth with her napkin.
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Post by joan on Oct 10, 2008 15:52:32 GMT -5
(New Day) The widowed Mrs. Bradly was wandering down the isles of bread, looking at her megar coins as if they were the most precious thing to her-- she'd found herself feeding the girls in the lodging house when she could as well. Collecting rent wasn't to hard since she owned the building but with this price hike, her girls that sold papers were suffering.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 10, 2008 15:57:48 GMT -5
Pup had been selling his papes in Manhattan with Les but he saw his father and took off leaving a stunned Les behind. He couldn't let his Daddy see him. He didn't want to go home to his abusive mother. Panting and out of breath he ran into the bakery and sat down at a table calming down and just hanging out. He didn't have to worry about anybody finding him in Harlem. He sighed smelling the delicious aroma of the sweets but he had no money on him. He had used all his money on buying papes. He sighed and put his chin on his palm bored but not wanting to leave the safe peaceful, good smelling place.
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Post by joan on Oct 10, 2008 16:02:42 GMT -5
Joanna was a bleeding heart and she glanced down at the boy for a moment and her brow furrowed into concern. "Hello there lad.." he seemed in a panic and being how she was she smiled at him. Her boarding house was for unmarried girls-- not little boys but she knew the newsies "leader" in the Bronx area. He was a good lad, and both of them being British they saw eye to eye.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 10, 2008 16:06:07 GMT -5
He looked up at the woman and he wasn't scared by her at all. She had a kind compasssionate look about her. He smiled a little and said, "Hi," In a soft tiny voice. He wiped his running nose and smiled at her again, playing with his shoelace. He stared up at her with his big blue eyes.
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Post by joan on Oct 10, 2008 16:11:31 GMT -5
She shook her head, "what a sweet lad, sell papers do you?" her accent wasn't like the British newsies that were around. It was polished and very high society sounding but her smile was genuine. She started selecting her rolls, the breads she needed.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 10, 2008 16:13:39 GMT -5
"Yeah in Hattan." He told her smiling. He thought her voice was funny but he didn't want to say anything about it. That would be rude. Instead he just kept smiling at her and wiped his nose again sneezing a little.
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Post by joan on Oct 10, 2008 16:19:59 GMT -5
After she finished paying for her bread she turned to the small boy and handed him a roll, "Well, lad, I think you could use this. After all, we could all use a little something in hard times don't you agree?"
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 10, 2008 16:22:01 GMT -5
His eyes widened. "Thankya ma'am." He said grinning at her. "Are you a newsie too?" He asked a serious look on his face. That was the only reason he could think of of why she would give him bread and be so nice to him.
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