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Post by copper on Jan 5, 2007 12:57:15 GMT -5
"What's dat supposed tah mean, huh?" Phoenix snapped. This kid obviously got a kick out of being a pain in the ass. "I could say the same t'ing 'bout you."
She shook her head. "Look, mate, all I did was give you an oahnge. Don' cop an attitude wit' me."
Phoenix shoved her hands in the pockets of her rather thread-bare coat and glared at the boy. Him being an ass she could deal with, but him telling her that she didn't belong in her borough, well, that didn't fly so well.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jan 5, 2007 17:22:35 GMT -5
Lukas snorted, who was she to get all high and mighty, they were even? Girls...so stupid half the time. He took his hat off and brushed his hair deciding to look like what she said held no merit. " Actually...Oranges.." He relized he didnt know her name so Oranges was just going to have to do, "ya can't say the same thing 'bout me....I've been in Bronx longer so ha!" He grinned popping his bowler back on.
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Post by copper on Jan 5, 2007 17:29:52 GMT -5
Phoenix growled as he completely ignored what she was saying. "My name ain't "Oahnges', yah joik. It's Phoenix. An' that ahgument is jus' plain sad. What ahe you? Fouah?"
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jan 5, 2007 18:32:10 GMT -5
"Thats nice but I like Oranges better, Oranges. "Lukas' face streched even further. This was becoming just plain fun. "No, 16- ...an' even if it is sad yers ain't anybetter.." He laughed a little and started to walk back out to the main street. For once someone else was more flustered than he was...and it was just so much more enjoyable that way.
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Post by copper on Jan 8, 2007 12:04:54 GMT -5
Phoenix sighed, rolling her eyes. "I c'n see theah's no chnagin' youah mind. Youah welcome, by da way." Not that she expected to get a 'thank you' anyway.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jan 8, 2007 23:06:40 GMT -5
Lukas laughed some more and waved a hand at her as he reached the sidewalk. "See ya 'round the Bronx, Oranges, if ya can find it!" He grinned again and started to bounce down the street. His hand pulled the remainder of the turkey leg from his pocket and began to feast - a successful day rummaging in Hell.
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Post by copper on Jan 9, 2007 13:01:40 GMT -5
Phoenix couldn't help but chuckle as the boy strolled away, munching on his turkey leg. "Well, dat was interestin'." she muttered as she walked the opposite direction, peeling the other orange.
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Post by mabel on Jun 19, 2008 18:16:08 GMT -5
{NEW DAY}
No, this was certainly not Fifth Avenue. Mabel really needed to invest in a map.
And yes, this was a far seedier place than Mabel would have liked. It didn't have the hustle and bustle of her normal route... nor did it have the sort of company Mabel fancied being around. In fact, at that very moment, she was being assaulted by a thick flow of smoke from a man on her right.
Shooting a pointed glare at the man, Mabel stepped off the curb and moved to the opposite side of the street, glancing about in hopes of seeing any familiar landmarks.
The sky was grey and the on-again, off-again thunderstorm threatened to begin again with a distant rumble.
Mabel desperately needed directions but no one around her looked to be of a friendly nature. Crossing her arms tightly, Mabel chewed at her lower lip, hoping she wouldn't attract the wrong sort of attention.
"Damn it all," she cursed softly.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Jun 19, 2008 23:35:40 GMT -5
"Mabel?" Bumlets was a lot of things, he didn't like most of hte girls in Manhattan and yet he found himself wanting to get to know Mabel. She was quiet like he was and he didn't have the need to bolt out as soon as he came into her company. It was like being with Sweets, though Manhattan was a lot like a crazy Kid Blink that could wear a skirt--- he didn't feel to confident with other girls.
And Mabel looked really troubled.
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Post by mabel on Jun 20, 2008 1:16:09 GMT -5
"Mabel?"
Turning sharply, Mabel brought her fists up in front of her face in what she thought was sure to be an intimidating pose. Suffice it to say, it was not...
Upon seeing it was Bumlets, Mabel released the breath she'd been holding with squeak, dropping her fists and shoulders down.
In an attempt to look a trifle less helpless, Mabel forced a smile, "Oh, good afternoon, Bumlets. What brings you here? I was just going for a walk--it's not exactly walking weather but, you know, it could be worse. Actually, I'm kind of lost. Odd sort of place this is, isn't it-" Mabel's attempt to sound calm would have gone over better were she not running every word together.
That and the sound of a glass bottle shattering behind her nearly made her jump out of her skin.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Jun 20, 2008 20:58:11 GMT -5
He raised his brows at her rambling explanation, and her attempt to be calm. When the glass shattered his brows knit together. No this wasn't the place for a girl like her at all, she would get eaten alive. He set a gentle and on her shoulder and looked around them making sure there really were no guns around and his hand moved to the small of her back, leading her down the street.
"Come on, Mabel. This is no place for you." his response was quiet as he generally was unless he was with Blink or Sweets.
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Post by mabel on Jun 21, 2008 0:06:56 GMT -5
Mabel frowned, pulling back from Bumlets and placing her hands on her hips, "Look, I am perfectly fine- I know what I'm doing... I've even made a friend," gesturing to the sleazy man across the street who had so generously shared his cigarette smoke with her, "we got along splendidly and-... and you aren't buying any of this, are you?"
Dropping her shoulders in defeat, Mabel moved to walk alongside Bumlets again, "I'm... oh, I'm very lost, Bumlets." This was Mabel's way of saying, 'Thank you for saving me from getting mugged and/or murdered. I truly appreciate it.'
"And since I don't fancy you were lost, I can't help but wonder what's brings you here?" Too preoccupied with her inquiry, Mabel managed to display her gracefulness yet again by slamming her shoulder into a very tall man who had clearly had one too many to drink.
Aplogizing profusely, the drunkard merely grunted and stumbled away from Mabel. Much to her surprise, she was now clinging to Bumlet's arm.
"I don't think I like it here," Mabel explained, smiling weakly.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Jun 21, 2008 0:24:19 GMT -5
He watched her move away and offer up an excuse, lifting a brow as she said she'd made a friend that she'd gotten on splendidly with before she'd finally given up on that line and agreed that she was in fact terribly lost, he took it as she meant it. That she was lost.
"No," he began as she slammed into another drunk, they were far to close to the pub in hell's kitchen for them not to be bumping into the drunks so he moved the arm she'd clung to around her waist to skirt her across the street and away from the growing crowd.
"No I wasn't lost, I have a friend that lives around here. Was bringing her something." He did have a few friends outside of the newsies, a few nice people in dark places that he'd done his best to help out now and again. He'd grown up in Hell's Kitchen, knew how dark and dangerous it was. But knew how to handle it too.
When she said she didn't like it here he nodded again, "This really is no place for you, Mabel.." he actually meant it. She was brave to hold up that front but there was no telling what could happen to a delicate kind of girl like she was. He did have to smile at her bravado though. "But you were handling it well.."
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Post by mabel on Jun 22, 2008 0:37:32 GMT -5
"But you were handling it well.."
Mabel beamed proudly. Sure, Bumlets had more or less pointed out how utterly incompetent she was in this sort of dodgy area, but Mabel was quick to accept any compliment.
"Well, thank god you were visiting that friend of yours, then... otherwise I might be in the glorious company of that cheery chap back there," she glanced warily back at the stumbling drunk.
"I'm sure he and I could have had long and insightful conversations about Romantic literature and the tenets of Greek philosophers," she quipped.
Mabel had this rotten habit of judging too quickly and the people who occupied this area had not impressed her. Then again, since coming to New York City many a person had proven bigger than their circumstances.
"And your friend? I assume all was well with her?" she asked, glancing at Bumlets. Yes, she'd only spoken to him briefly before, but she enjoyed his company. In fact, he must have been one of the few people Mabel had managed to not come off looking like a haughty brat to. At least she hoped not...
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Jun 22, 2008 17:57:22 GMT -5
He nodded when she inquired about his friend, "Yeah she's doing well, better now then she was a couple weeks ago." He was still steering her threw the people on the street looking over his shoulder and keeping his broom handle in one hand.
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*
