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Post by jester on May 19, 2009 21:09:48 GMT -5
Jester was starving. Shed actually sold quite a bit today. Shed gone a couple days with nothing to eat except for what the nuns gave them in the morning. Shed managed to save it through out the day, munching on the rolls. She had used what money she had to sleep in a bunk for the night at the boarding house, all save for last night. Last night she had to save that money for papes this morning.
It was a good thing she had too, because she managed to get quite a few and sell them. Jester wished she was this lucky all the time. Granted it was because shed actually managed to get good lines out of the headlines that day.
Licking her lips she sat down on a bench, her eyes moving over the shops as she let the shade shield her from the sun. Her eyes fell on stans bakery and she grinned getting up and going into it.
All the booths were taken, which was saddening because she loved booths and she didnt like sitting up at the counter. moving down she spotted a lone boy and grinned. He looked exhausted. Sliding in she tilted her head a bit to the side. 'helloo..' She said drawing the word out a little bit. "mind if i join ya?'
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Post by reeves on May 20, 2009 12:13:07 GMT -5
'helloo..mind if i join ya?'
Reeves looked up as a girl with black curly hair and a top hat slid into his booth. He couldn't help but grumble, "Too late to mind, cuz' you're already sitting here, ain'tcha?"
Darry had warned him that morning about his attitude. He always acted up when it was hot out, other than that he was a calm and well minded boy, but the heat always worked him up a bit. She looked friendly, he shouldn't of said that, besides, he could use some company anyhow.
He sighed and smirked as the too big hat fell in her face. "Sorry, long day, heat always makes me grumpy, always has." He gave her a small grin, handing the menu to her to look at.
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Post by jester on May 24, 2009 21:00:37 GMT -5
Jester smirked and shrugged. "Suppose so"she looked over at the counter. "i could move if you really want me to"She told him. "I aint a pusher" Jester didnt mind grumpy people, she wasnt put off by them at all. In fact grumpy people were always fun unless of course they were just jerks.
SHe gave him a friendly smile. "its okay. I dont mind"She told him. "im jester'She held her hand out to him. "Thanks for letting me sit with ya. You looked lonely and dont like to sit by myself... SOo...' she nodded "you're the lucky person' she beamed
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 30, 2009 18:31:28 GMT -5
She had found the young boy to be quite the talker, once he was--persuaded. At first he was rather hesitant to disclose the information she needed, but after some--coaxing--the boy sang like a canary. After Smarty had what she needed, she advised the boy not to tell anyone they had spoken. He nodded, and ran like hell. Smarty knew he wouldn't tell. She had used her excellent people skills to help with that, as well. And now, she was going to use them on the bread slut who worked here. Tate. What a stupid name, she thought bitterly. Sounds like a disease. I've got a bad case of tate.
Smarty stood across the street from the bakery, leaning against a wall, intent on getting the bread slut as she walked out of there. Nothing too personal--just to show her who was in control of--things. Things. Yes. Call them things. It made her feel better not to mention the situation directly. She would tell the bread slut to stay out of things and be done with it. Hopefully, the bread slut would listen. Otherwise, Smarty might have to repeat herself...and Smarty didn't enjoy having to repeat herself...
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Post by Tate Potter on May 30, 2009 18:36:49 GMT -5
Tate was watching the store while Stan was out of town visiting his sister. She kept things running smoothly and ran her hand over her forehead as she leaned over the counter and finished closing up. It was getting late and she pulled her hair back with a satisfied smile. She could do this, it made her happy.
She closed to door and locked it behind her, she really shouldn't have been there alone but she figured she would be alright. It was the naivety that got her into plenty of trouble but she seemed happy. Brushing her hand over her hair she tucked it behind her ear and smiled. That should work..
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 30, 2009 18:39:51 GMT -5
There she was. Smarty wasted little time. She didn't want to look at the girl or anything. She walked over, purposefully, and without breaking stride gave the girl a solid punch in the face.
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Post by Tate Potter on May 30, 2009 18:42:02 GMT -5
She was shocked, stumbling back and covering her face staring threw her good eye at the girl that had hit her, her mouth hung open and for a moment she thought she was being robbed. It was enough to make her stumble against the door and she stood baring it from the girl so she couldn't go in and rob Stan blind.
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 30, 2009 18:47:23 GMT -5
Smarty didn't stop there. The girl was stil standing. She gave the girl a right hook to knock her sideways, and then an uppercut punch to the underside of her chin. "You'll stay away," she spat. "Or the next time I might just kill you."
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Post by Tate Potter on May 30, 2009 18:48:25 GMT -5
She held herself in the doorway and closed her eyes hard as she let the girl hit her, closing her eyes tightly. Stay away from what? "What are you talking about?" she was still protecting the door.
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 30, 2009 18:51:02 GMT -5
"What am I..." Smarty smacked the girl this time, cleanly across the face. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, slut. Go be perfect someplace else. If you know"--she punched the girl's face--"what's"--again, this time aiming for the nose--"good for you!" she shoved the girl, hoping to push her into the door.
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Post by Tate Potter on May 30, 2009 18:52:42 GMT -5
Tate at least held up her hands to shove the girl away and started shaking, her nose was bleeding and she kicked at her too. Just to get her away from her she even swung her bag, she hurt and she had protected her face to some extent but she'd have to stay home awhile.
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 30, 2009 18:55:11 GMT -5
Smarty stepped backward when Tate started swinging her bag and fighting back. She was finished here. "Don't make me come back here..." she warned, and glanced around quickly. Had people seen? She couldn't take that chance. She took off in a run down the street and out of the Bronx. She knew she would have to be somewhere else for a while...she didn't quite know where to go, but she knew she couldn't return to Brooklyn immediately.
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Post by Tate Potter on May 30, 2009 18:56:57 GMT -5
Tate slumped against the door and tried to breath, closing her eyes as she let out a breath. She was shaking, that was like being hit by a stampeding horse.
What had just happened?
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Post by michael on Jun 27, 2009 16:29:55 GMT -5
- New Day -
Mike couldn't help but sigh contentedly as he breathed in the fresh baked aroma. Stan's bakery had always been one of his favorite places to stop, not only for the fresh sweets, but the sweet company as well. Tate Potter was quite infamous among the police officers, her generosity with donuts being a particular highlight, but also her beauty and charm. It wasn't rare for her to come up in conversation among the men, though many were crude and mocked her naivety. For his part, Mike found her perfectly adorable and wonderful company, always enjoying to stop in for a chat.
As he closed the door behind him the little bell above it again announced his presence, and as he made his way in her leaned a bit over the counter, attempting to see if she was in back. "Tate? You here?"
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Post by dutchy on Jun 27, 2009 17:09:44 GMT -5
Dutchy walked in the shop quickly, seeing the police officer enter. Dutchy wasn't one to get into too much trouble, so he wasn't too against the bulls either. Besides, this particular cop looked rather young, so Dutchy hoped he'd be friendlier than some.
"Sir?" Dutchy had over heard him call out for Tate. "She's not here..." Dutchy rubbed at his arm a bit nervously, "She's one of the missing, sir. No one's seen her in a while... Along with a few other kids..."
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