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Post by Warden Snyder on Feb 4, 2011 23:41:07 GMT -5
Snyder stared at Red's back for a very long time. He watched him walk down the block and walk some more until he was out of sight. He glared daggers at him the entire way out of his line of sight. He took a deep breath and then turned around returning to his patrol once more. He was completely oblivious of everything that had just happened behind his back, just like he was intending to not allow this time. Foiled again, and he didn't even know it, and he had no idea who hadn't seen.
As he walked down the streets he continued checking alley after alley, every last one, just like before, nothing new, nothing changed, nothing interesting, Alley cats, trash cans, and no sign of any newsboys... or girls.
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Post by Robin on Jun 23, 2011 16:49:57 GMT -5
((NEW DAY: Open))
Robin was just about as at home in Manhattan as he was in Brooklyn. One of his favorite past times, as a matter of fact, was hanging around the campus of Columbia University. There were always high class boys playing chess, or talking about the most recent interesting court case. Either way, he could hear some pretty fun things just hanging around the campus. He strayed from his usual place after a while, finding that school was not in session in the summer. Though, many New York residents who would attend the campus in the fall still hung out with their friends on the campus, it was for the most part low key and sort of boring.
He left the college, and headed a little deeper into Manhattan. Walking through Harlem he came across a flower cart. Without a second thought he picked up a couple of chrysanthemums. and continued walking. They were sort of pretty, both of them bright white. He was fascinated by them for a little bit. H glanced up at the sun that was starting to get a little low in the sky. He should be heading home here pretty soon... it was going to be dark before too long.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Jun 29, 2011 19:18:54 GMT -5
Evengaline had been working her fingers to the bone, long gone were the days of leasure where she would simply spend her days reading. No now, she spent her days with her head in boxes from her sellers and her free time tending to her roses on the roof of her building.
This was exactly what she'd always wanted.
Being the kind of woman that she'd always been accused of Evangeline discovered something about herself over the months. She knew how to handle any situation and she had absolutely no intention of jumping off of the Brooklyn bridge.
The woman lined the shelves with books over the last few months and now she could look at all her hard work, a smile crossed her face and she bit her lip. She missed Jim though.
Ah yes, the man of the hour. They'd been been snapping at one another for ages. Why? It was simple, they both had a distaste for one another but as Evie hadn't seen him for so long she suspected it was more. She actually missed him, it stopped her in mid stride.
"Oh dear..." she sighed, running her fingers through her hair before she walked right into a large-- man. She blinked, he wasn't to large but he was-- someone. "My a-applogies."
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Post by Robin on Jun 30, 2011 2:26:06 GMT -5
As though Robin had been exactly watching where he was going either. When the girl ran into him he was looking up at the position of the sun, attempting to guess the time of day. However, running into the pretty young thing did cause him to drop his two flowers on the ground. He groaned slightly and bent over to pick them up without taking any help from her, even if she were to offer.
Soon he was standing again. Women these days, attempting to carry on lives and have jobs? This one shouldn't even be out on the street. Or perhaps she should. The quicker Robin's mind went on about this girl the more he thought, maybe making some nice conversation wouldn't be all that detrimental to his evening after all. He slowly let a smile slide onto his face as he looked down at her, trying to look as pleasing as possible. "Sa'right," he said, Brooklyn accent ringing through the air. "I wasn't watchin myself neither," he said. "You alright miss?" He was a little bit taller than her at least, and he knew that he tended to walk quickly, and being a bit bigger the thought crossed his mind that he might have hurt her. The gentlemanly thing to do would be apologize for it. And Robin could pretend to be a gentleman very well, when it suited him.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Jul 6, 2011 3:56:09 GMT -5
She could be a haughty little thing if she'd ever felt backed into a corner like one very surly man could get her. They'd been battling for so long she had to stop short the clipped reply that was begging to tumble from her lips. That wouldn't have been fair, at all. "Sorry I just.." she wasn't paying attention and now she was looking up at a man a good distance taller than she was. Such was her lot in life.
His concern for her had her brow edging up and a slow yet quiet smile crossing her features. Evie had to remind herself that she'd long since been the woman under her brother's foot-- after all her elder brother had been in jail for months now there was no need for her to be so timid any longer. Even if she'd just wanted to spend her evenings with books and flowers, there was a world to see and people to see in it. Truth?
"I am fine, thank you." And she looked at the flowers in his hands, titling her head a bit. "Oh carnations..." she loved flowers, it was one reason her building had such a bustling and lively garden on the rooftop, h er eyes brightening when she saw them though the state of them had a frown coming to her lips. "Oh dear," she replied quietly. "They're a bit warn down, I think they need some water.." And with that she moved to the cart and found a small bottle, it had once had beer or soda in it but that didn't matter as she rinsed it out and found the watering can, putting the water in it and holding it out to him. "There.. that should do it."
When it cane to flowers, Evangeline lost herself.
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Post by Robin on Jul 10, 2011 7:45:34 GMT -5
As she spoke about the flowers he looked down at the blossoms in his hands and shrugged a little. Sure they may be wilting, but in a flower cart on a hot summer's day, one could only expect so much. He hadn't exactly taken them by legal means anyway, so he didn't exactly care too much for them. It was more of they had been there, they could possibly be of use, they were now his. That was the way his mind worked, be it through honest work or no.
He was rather intrigued as she snatched the flowers from his hand and went about to the work of perking them up a little. It was rather odd to see a girl fuss over something that would probably be dead in a day or two. Why put in the effort? True, he understood it in other cases, but flowers had no real use or value, save for to woo a woman to get something you want, beyond that nothing but a bartering tool, won't get you far in life.
When she presented the bottle back to him he began to extend his hand, but half way through the motion he instead lifted a palm to her in a stop motion. "Naw," he said shaking his head a little, "you can keep them, you seem more interested in them anyway," he said. He then allowed a smile to form a little clearer on his face as he was trying his damnedest to be a nice guy for this pretty girl. He glanced from the flowers up to her face, "I gotta say... I'd say in the competition for beauty, you've got them beat by a mile though," he added with a wink as though it were a total nonchalant comment. Was it sappy, yes. But she looked like the kinda girl that would go for it. If not, well, he was pretty sure he could try again.
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