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Post by Administrator on Apr 12, 2010 17:39:58 GMT -5
Here to chat with Medda in a more private setting? Here's where it can be done. Just don't get caught!
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Post by Brook LaRue on Feb 2, 2011 1:40:27 GMT -5
Brook Lynn coughed a bit and shook her head as she moved into the private area at Irving, grumbling the petite cajun closed her eyes and found a comfortable place to lay down for a moment under a blanket that Medda had insisted she be bundled with. She was getting better but the influenza that the doctor had been worried about had spread to her lungs during the course of her illness leaving some damage but luckily she'd survived. She really hadn't thought to much about it since then, only that she'd had Blink by her side most of the time telling her she was going to be fine no matter how much it hurt or how much it ached she'd be fine and he was going to be right there. It was a silly notion now, and she closed her eyes as she leaned back against the wide back of the sateen chair, curling up a little bit before she sighed.
There was nothing more that she could do at the moment, save get better and hope that the winter didn't kill most of her friends. That was just ironic in the mast pathetic fashion and she frowned as she considered what she would be doing once she got older. Go back home? See her family? She missed Snoddy-- really. And Blink too. Jack, the boys, she hadn't seen much of them and was beginning to think they'd all forgotten about her while she was healing up at Meddas. Though Specs was often sending her flowers and showing up out of no where just to say hi, it wasn't the same as being able to see them every morning. She missed the lodging house and she missed her family. It was true.
She'd made her own little family out of the ragged army of misfits and outcasts. And she loved them. Made the days at Medda's more the lonely she knew they weren't to far away.
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Post by zoo on Feb 6, 2011 14:09:55 GMT -5
Zoo slipped through the outside door and laughed quietly to herself. Mush had taken a weight off as she went looking for Medda, but being back inside, a new wave of feelings rushed in. Her eyes had to adjust the the darker setting of outside, so for a moment she felt blinded. She smell of the warmth, the polished wood, and even the perfume filled the room. She heard someone having a coughing fit and quietly moved toward the sound. It had to mean that at least someone was there.
She found, not Medda, but a a girl resting. She looked rather miserable and flushed, like she was just working on getting over sickness. But somehow she seemed more miserable than the unfortunate event of being ill. She looked as if her loneliness was doing as much damage. Zoo tried to make her presence known by clearing her throat just a bit - she didn't want to scare her. She also wondered what a girl was doing, sick, in the back of a performance hall. Medda had been known for her kindness, but that was as much as she could guess.
"Hi, are you alright? Do you need any help?" Her words rushed together a bit more than she'd meant for them to.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Feb 6, 2011 16:32:01 GMT -5
Brook had reached for the brook that had been given to her from Skittery, though she remembered how much he had acted like he hadn't wanted to be there the one armed hug he'd given her before telling her he wasn't doing no more errands was enough. They all cared in their own way, even Skitts. Sighing she leaned back into the chair and opened the book, a novella, something she could get lost in while she got better.
Her head snapped up at the noise, watching as she saw Zoo. She'd never seen her before, well other than as one of the vaudeville singers that Medda employed. She tilted her head to the side as she heard her speak. Chewing on her lip a bit, she watched the girl before giving her a wide smile. That was Brook for you, smile in the face of misery and adversity. Smile like you mean it.
"Bonju," she replied quietly, her voice still a little bit gravely from the illness. "Ah, don't worry I'm alright just-- reading." But the tone of her voice did betray her a bit as she'd had almost no one to talk to in a good while as Medda was always busy with running the place. "You.. work here don't you?"
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Post by zoo on Feb 7, 2011 23:56:46 GMT -5
She returned the girl's smile, trying to suppress her anxiety. The girl looked very cozy in the chair, but still as if she didn't really want to be there. But it wasn't her concern really, and the girl had said she was fine. If Zoo meddled in someone else's life anymore, she would probably forget why she ended up at the theater at all. But she desperately wanted to get lost in someone else's life, in an adventure, but knew she needed the money of singing. When the girl spoke, her voice sounded a bit strained.
"Ah, don't worry I'm alright just --reading."
"Book are always a good friend when others aren't around."
"You...work here don't you?"
Zoo sighed and nodded, but her nod turned into a sort of shake of the head that gave her away. "Well, I used to. I'm actually here to ask Medda for my job back. I just came back into New York. I hope she's not upset with my abrupt departure." Zoo leaned against the door frame. "Do you work here?"
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Post by Brook LaRue on Feb 11, 2011 21:50:40 GMT -5
The cajun looked at the other girl for a moment, still smiling because the girl seemed nervous and she shook her head at her question. "Non, I don't. I've just been staying with Medda a bit."
Something in the girl's body language had Brook curious and she moved in the chair to face her better, setting the book aside. "I like real adventures, che. But the book will be alright until I can go outside again. Medda's worried I'd get sick again since I haven't really recovered.."
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