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Post by joan on Oct 10, 2008 17:19:08 GMT -5
She shook her head, and chuckled, "No, no, bless me no, I'm far to old to be a newsie. I run a lodging house for girls in the Bronx.." She smiled though, the poor boy he was so young too. Then again all of them were young. Even the older kids she had seen around were on the cusp of being adults but still children. She had to protect her girls.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 10, 2008 23:08:34 GMT -5
Pup nodded and made an oh face. He smiled at her and said, "I live in Hattan wit Les and Dave and Sarah and Mrs. Jacobs and Mr.Jacobs. Dey ain't me real family but dey took me in." He explained in little kid grammer. He wiped his nose again and smiled up at her.
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Post by joan on Oct 10, 2008 23:12:34 GMT -5
She chuckled and came down to his level, what a sweet little boy. "Want to know a fine old English secret?"
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 10, 2008 23:17:20 GMT -5
He grinned and nodded his head vigorously. He had never been told a secret before. He looked up at her with wide eyes a grin still on his dirty little face. His light light almost white blond hair peeking out of his black cap.
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Post by joan on Oct 10, 2008 23:25:25 GMT -5
She smiled brightly and tapped her finger on the edge of his cap, she was a gentle woman with a soft heart for many things. Children was the top of her list. "You make your own family... you are very lucky to find one that loves you so very much."
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 10, 2008 23:32:16 GMT -5
He frowned for a moment thinking about this.
"Miss? Can I tell you something? A secret? Something I havent told nobody?"
"My real family. Well Me mama used ta hit me. Everyday. Me daddy would go to...to work at the World building and would leave me alone wit her. He didn't know and she....she told me....she told me everynight....she would kiss me goodnight and tell me she loved me....and I hoped and prayed she meant it but the next day she would hit me and I knew she didn't mean it. She blamed me for me twin sister's death....and I ran away and I've been hiding from me daddy eva since." He finally finished, his eyes welling up with tears.
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Post by joan on Oct 11, 2008 0:06:06 GMT -5
She frowned and her eyes took on an edge as she set her hand on the boys shoulder and gave it some gentle weight, "You know what? People are very terrible sometimes and do terrible things. God blessed you by sending you to your new Family, trust in them and tell your new Mum and Dad about what happened. They will understand and protect you..." Her voice never wavered, it was good sound advice for the young boy.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 11, 2008 10:19:13 GMT -5
"But....But what if they tell me ta go back? What if me Daddy finds me? I don't want to go back...." He said and threw his arms around her waist, he needed a hug. His tears rolled down his already tear streaked cheek.
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Post by joan on Oct 11, 2008 13:41:33 GMT -5
She sighed and patted his dirty head with her hand, calmly and in a motherly way she had with the girls at her boarding house. "I don't think they will, they love you don't they? When you love someone, really love them, you protect with all your might. What your mommy said wasn't love--" She had to think about it for a while as she let the little boy cry in her arms. He was strange for a street child, so quick to confide all of his secrets in about five minutes after meeting her but Joanna was not one to judge.
"And if your new parent's love you, they will help you avoid your Daddy too--- they'll manage something.."
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 11, 2008 17:31:03 GMT -5
"I think they do. They're a lot nicer to me then me Mama was." He calmed down and still hugging her said, "Okay."
He let go of her and wiped his face with his sleeve.
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Post by joan on Oct 11, 2008 20:20:29 GMT -5
Joanna had finished what she'd intended so she gave the boy a bright smile and a pat on the back, "Now you run along, laddo. You make a good mint and head on home. I've got work to do.."
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Post by Tate Potter on Feb 13, 2009 20:31:04 GMT -5
((New Day))
Tate was busy putting things behind the counter and sighed, oh she wanted to go see Danny again but she was sure that going to Brooklyn again might upset him. He didn't like that she wandered around to begin with. To gentle he'd said and easy to take advantage of. On a sigh she moved the bread into the case and spun around.
"Oh raspberries.."
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Post by emilyb on Feb 13, 2009 20:58:00 GMT -5
"Something wrong?" Emily asked, standing next to the counter, leaning on the broomstick she held in her hands. She had been sweeping around the bakery when she noticed how bothered Tate seemed to be.
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Post by jada on Mar 28, 2009 9:28:37 GMT -5
((New day)) ((For Reeves))
Jada stood behind the counter. Today was a slow day for Jada. There was barley anyone here at the Bakery and if they were here then they were wither just leaving or just reading a newspaper, not eating or buying some food here. Who goes ot a bakery and doesn't buy anything? The guy at the table at the far corner does..
Jada looked down at her skirt. It was a dark black and light weight. It was almost summer and Jada felt only wearing her shorts and shirt at the moment. Under all of Jada's skirt's and shirt's.. there was, shorts that go down right below her knee and a blue shirt.
As she began to day-dream, her eyes meet another person. AS they entered the bakery.
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Post by reeves on May 19, 2009 20:26:30 GMT -5
New Day (For Jester)
Reeves trudged down the street, pretty much exhausted. Sure, his job wasn't lifting sixteen ton crates or anything, no he felt bad for the dock workers. But lugging about a load of twenty hat boxes around the Bronx in the raging heat isn't a piece of pie. He sighed and fingered the loose change, wondering what he could get with his meager money. He didn't want to spend all his tips, no, he usually gave most of his tips to Darry to put in their money jar. But on top of how tired he was, and how hungry he was, if he didn't get something in his stomach his mood would just get fouler.
He saw the bakery across the street and figured that was good a place as any. He could at least get something small that could last him until supper. He grimaced at the thought of supper. Danny was cooking today and let's just say he likes to try new things. Usually he just makes distorted pancakes though. He shuffled across the street to the shop and the bell above the door jingled as he entered.
He found a place to sit and collapsed into the seat, sighing and taking his cap off, setting it down on the table. He picked up the menu and skimmed it, trying to find something he wanted, a little distracted by the awful heat. There were small fans in the cafe, but it wasn't doing much to lessen the stifling summer air.
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