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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 5, 2009 22:57:25 GMT -5
Christiana did have a rebuttal, but somehow seemed to forget it as soon as she opened her mouth. She exhaled through her nose and scratched her head. That had been her opinion too. Those were even the exact words she used; she was who she was and it wasn't going to change, but she had. Or maybe she was just fooling herself. She grinned a little and nodded.
"And who are you if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 6, 2009 12:00:13 GMT -5
Scar took off his hat and did a slight bow with a wide smirk on his face. "Scar Bourke, at yer service." Putting his hat back on he continued, "And you are?"
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 6, 2009 19:07:27 GMT -5
Her grin widened into a smile as he bowed. "Christiana Mathers."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 7, 2009 17:16:04 GMT -5
He took her hand gently and kissed the back of it, "Pleasure to meet you, Christiana, lass." He let go of her hand and drank more of his coffee. "So how long have you worked here?"
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 7, 2009 20:06:45 GMT -5
"And a gentlemen," she said tersely, a smirk playing on her lips. Who was this guy? He had the mannerisms of an Irish gentleman, but the stone eyes of a tiger. She wasn't judging him. She was just curious and a bit amused. She didn't run into many guys like that, especially working in a Harlem coffee shop. "A little over a month now. Can't say it's more rewarding than my last job as far as money, but it works."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 9, 2009 13:43:38 GMT -5
Scar smirked when she called him a gentleman and ran a hand through his hair. "I do try, lass." Of course he also tried to get in any girls pants that he could so the gentleman act came as second nature to him. Although he was a very good actor and the only person that could usually see right through him was Fight and even she had been fooled at first. "Well, what was your last job? You know I have a friend who works at a pub in Brooklyn and although she isn't exactly happy with all the customers she says they tip good."
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 9, 2009 18:25:51 GMT -5
"I'm tipped good here too," she said eyeing the tin can with the word 'TIPS' etched on it, that only contained a total of five pennies. Pushing it aside she smiled, "...Sort of. I did a couple odd jobs here and there for some small time gang." An understatement, but not a lie.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 9, 2009 18:46:33 GMT -5
A wide grin spread across Scar's face, "A few odd jobs, eh?" He laughed and shook his head before peaking in the TIPS cup and dropping a nickel in there. "Well if you ever get sick of the wages here, let me know. Those odd jobs may be something my employer needs. If your interested that is, lass." He finished his coffee and smirked, "I'm sure it would be more exciting for you than this place is."
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 9, 2009 21:50:43 GMT -5
Christiana leaned on the counter slowly moving closer to Scar, looking at him through seductive eyes. "And who is your employer Mr. Bourke?" She was a bit interested. This person she was looking for was harder to find than she had anticipated. Maybe he had left New York. Either way, Scar had been right. She couldn't change who she was. Not entirely, anyway.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 10, 2009 7:50:55 GMT -5
Scar grinned, "All in good time, lass." Of course, he'd have to speak with his employer first. "I'll come back for another cup of coffee sometime. If you want to find me, I work at the Brooklyn docks." Giving her a nod he pulled out a cigarette and rolled it between his fingers.
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 13, 2009 0:26:56 GMT -5
She was curious about what he did and the fact he didn't tell her straight away left something for her to guess at. She grinned also. "You do that. I'm not going anywhere, so you can always find me here."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 14, 2009 10:53:33 GMT -5
Scar nodded and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, rolling it between his fingers. "That I can." He gave her one last dazzling smile and then turned to go, "Have a good day, Christiana."
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 14, 2009 21:08:53 GMT -5
Christiana smiled as she watched him walk out the door. Oh yes, she would definitely be looking him up. She looked at the clock on the wall and yawned. The day had just begun. Only nine more hours to go.
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Post by Avalanche on Aug 21, 2009 2:02:18 GMT -5
((New Day))
Avalanche was just hanging around Manhattan. He'd worked his way all the way down to Harlem by now. He'd been walking around and lookin' for someone to tell. He'd been in on the meeting in Queens where they heard that the trains were leaving at all hours of the night. But he'd gotten so lost in his thought if any newsies had walked by he'd missed them. And by now he'd wondered all the way into Harlem. Great. He'd never see anyone this far away from the lodgin' house, not after sellin' times. He was slightly frusterated at himself by this.
But he knew the folks down at the corner cafe. They gave him a glass of water and now he was just outside smoking a cigarette. He chose to stay outside to see if anyone would walk by. He hoped he'd see someone.
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Aug 21, 2009 14:37:45 GMT -5
Lexi hurried down the street back towards the Bronx with a basket filled with some fruit and bread. She had spent every last penny she had on it so that there would be some food for people to eat who couldn't leave the house constantly. She knew she should have had someone come with her but she hadn't thought it would take as long as it had. Now of course she just wanted to get back to the lodging house. As she turned the corner she glanced around and then turned in a circle, she knew where she was but these streets all looked the same to her.
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