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Post by raven on Jun 4, 2009 22:08:16 GMT -5
It was one of those busy nights at the restaurant and Raven could hardly keep up with the orders and the tables. Despite the demanding orders and the snide remarks, she enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the nights in town. She remained hidden in the back where she would not be as noticeable to the more well to do customers. She found herself overhearing various conversations while cleaning up the back booths.
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Post by raven on Jun 5, 2009 13:46:29 GMT -5
((New Day))
After a great morning stroll at Central Park, Raven made her way to work. She arrived an hour early before her shift but was determined to start right away. She made her way over to bus the back tables and booths, preparing for the next group of people to be seated there.
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 12:02:56 GMT -5
Shorty went to the back booth in hopes of not being found by another leader. She knew she went to far and missed Bronx but didn't care, she hadn't slept or ate and was in need of a meal. That, and she didn't feel like stealing food that morning. She checked her pockets and saw she would at least have enough for a meal, which she grateful for at the time.
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Post by raven on Jun 6, 2009 15:03:27 GMT -5
At the corner of her eye, Raven saw someone seated at one of the booths . She made her way over to the girl with olive skin seated and prepared to take her order. She cleared her throat and asked in her usual quiet tone, "Hello, miss. May I take your order?"
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 16:49:11 GMT -5
Shorty looked up and saw a girl. "Um... Can I get some water please?" Shorty said. She hadn't been the biggest socializer but she guessed she would have to order something, "Yeah, just water."
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Post by Brook LaRue on Aug 11, 2009 19:01:15 GMT -5
((New Day))
Dibs, Brook sat down at the table and ordered her food. She was starving, she was supposed to stick with Blink and the boys so she didn't vanish but she had gotten hungry and had Snipeshooter leave her there on her own. She'd managed it pretty easily but she was starving now and figured who was going to try and grab her while she was in Tibbys? That would be stupid right?
Ordering rapidly what she wanted she couldn't help but grin. Food. She hadn't even spoken to her brother's with the lock down on the lodging house. Per Jack's orders but she had a feeling that if Blink found out she wasn't with Snipeshooter or Boots like she was supposed to be he would hit the roof. But well he'd gone off with the other boys to sell and she hadn't really felt like doing much selling with all this going on.
"I miss Sweets.." her friend was gone, others were gone, Manhattan was gone too. Not even to give over orders or rattle off some crazy story. She frowned, all the happiness about food was gone with the realization.
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Post by David Jacobs on Oct 12, 2009 12:08:49 GMT -5
[New Day - For Jack Kelly]
David had chosen the back booth at Tibby's because it was relatively quiet, all things considered, and being tucked away in the back meant that should his friends decide to grab a bite like he was, they'd be less likely to spot him. Not that he minded his friends, he didn't - it was just that today David wasn't in the mood to deal with their antics (and his friends were full of those) and just wanted to enjoy his soup and sandwhich in some form of quiet. Fixating wasn't something that David had really ever done before, but he supposed being in the thick of things at the warehouse like he was might have changed it all a bit. He had blood on his hands, whether he wanted to admit it or not, blood was there and he needed to face that fact. Spending time with Fighter helped, it helped a lot, but David couldn't just run off to Brooklyn every time his conscience decided to poke at him determinedly like it was today.
Sighing he looked out the window for a few minutes before taking another bite of his sandwhich. He wasn't ashamed of what happened, he'd done what he needed to, to help Fighter get Gwennie out and he knew the others had done the same. Didn't make it any easier to swallow on days like today. He really wanted to talk to Jack, they'd barely had a chance to talk since everything had gone down and David knew they were both worried about the Manhattan kids.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jan 31, 2010 23:14:08 GMT -5
(New Day)
Keeping a low profile came natural for Danny, so even though part of him was aware that he was avoiding contact with a particular bakery girl from the Bronx, it didn't necessarily mean that was why he chose the slightly shaded booth in the back of Tibby's. Overall he was living as he always had; making a few bucks in Manhattan fights, selling a few papers here and there, not being particularly sociable-- nothing had changed.
Of course, the very thought of this fact sent pangs of guilt coursing through his chest. After what she went through, it was unlikely Tate would ever be the same again. And that was his fault.
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Post by Tate Potter on Jan 31, 2010 23:24:48 GMT -5
Tate hadn't really been the same since those times, she had walked threw hell and stormed right on through. Her father had come home right away to take care of her, and she'd spent a lot of time in her room sitting on her window ledge looking out over the city. It wasn't until recently that she'd even started going back to work and traveling around the city again. Though she didn't stray far. her father didn't want her near Brooklyn, not after he found out the series of events. He didn't trust newsies with her safety any longer.
She fought for that, with a breath she smiled at the waitress and ordered her meal. She was going to take it home and she asked how the woman's son was doing. She laughed and told her which had Tate smiling herself.
"Really? Oh that's amazing I'm so happy for you?"
"How are you doing, Elizabeth? Everyone has been worried for you.."
"Don't worry about me so much Ms. Sanderson. I'm just missing someone.. very important.." she missed Danny so much her heart hurt.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Feb 1, 2010 18:48:06 GMT -5
An absent smile involuntarily tugged at the corner of Danny's mouth at the sound of the distant voice; an instinctive reaction that proceeded his own awareness of the situation. Catching his own reaction he became instantly conscious of its cause, but again found himself being controlled by impulse as he leaned slightly out of the booth to catch a glimpse of the voice’s owner.
Sinking back in his seat he sighed, resting his head against the cool leather behind him and fiddling absently with the spoon in front of him. He had been caught off guard by her sudden presence and hadn’t caught any of what she had said, but regardless of content the sound itself affected him deeply and caused the slightest hint of agitation to mar his normally collected expression.
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Post by Tate Potter on Feb 1, 2010 23:29:27 GMT -5
Tate smiled softly though it didn't reach her eyes like it used to and the woman saw it plain as day. She was a gentle soul and she cared for the little girl that had such a big heart.
"Missing someone? You were gone so long it scared us all..."
"I knew I'd be okay... I had faith.." she looked down at the small pale that her lunch had been made in. She was almost ready to head off to the Bronx to get back to work she brushed her hair from her face as the woman started talking once more.
"You should quit work, it's dangerous and now you know--"
"I can't, I don't want too. I-- I need to feel something like normal, Ms. Saunders.." she looked around for a moment just out of a new instinct to check for suspicious characters now. She caught the edge of a familiar hat-- line of shoulder. "Danny..." her voice trailed off. It was strange, she used to know what to do in situations like these but-- he didn't want to see her.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Feb 6, 2010 15:42:02 GMT -5
Danny..
As much as he wished he hadn't heard it, he couldn't deny the familiar sound of his name on her soft voice. He heaved a small sigh, leaning forward on his elbows and absently rubbing the back of his neck in thought. He had made up his mind about Tate Potter, and refused to ignore his decision after the torture he'd gone through making it. Danny was laid back in nearly every situation in life, but that didn't mean he didn't stand by what he believed was right-- he just did so in a casual manner. In reality it was his own nature that was allowing him to ignore one of the most important people in his life. It was for her own good that he avoided her, and the knowledge of this logic allowed him to relax back in his booth and pull out a smoke, the very picture of ease.
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Post by Tate Potter on Feb 7, 2010 23:19:23 GMT -5
But she saw him run his hand over his neck when he heard her voice, that alone had her feet moving towards his booth. She didn't stop when she reached him, the nonchelant line of his back could not betray what she knew in her heart. She knew it, she had to believe it. He'd saved her, he cared about her-- she didn't want to not have him in her life it wasn't acceptable.
"Danny.."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Feb 27, 2010 20:52:20 GMT -5
He glanced up at his name, discreetly avoiding direct eye contact but nodding politely with a grin. "Tate," he paused as he lit his match and took a few puffs on his cigarette. "How ya been?" He rested the side of his face in his hand and gestured with the other across the booth. "Ya wanna sit down?" This wasn't exactly an ideal situation for Danny, but then, he always was one to roll with the punches.
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Post by Tate Potter on Feb 28, 2010 15:49:07 GMT -5
She did something he hadn't expected and sat down next to him in the booth so that he could not leave. There was something to be said about Ms Tate Potter's resolve. She'd been through hell and back, and all she wanted was to know that it wasn't a fluke. The knowledge that Danny was coming for her was the only thing that had kept her going through all the dark times in that damned place. She knew he would come and now he was trying to stay away from her.
She angled her body towards him in the booth and watched the side of his face, "Don't run away anymore.."
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