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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 4, 2010 19:07:05 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Danny, the at first casual direction of his gaze across the table quickly began losing its ability to imply such nonchalance. Every second he avoided her eyes his discomfort became more apparent, but he found himself continuing to do so, glancing around the restaurant as he spoke. "Listen, Tate," the sentence hung in the air unfinished and his brow furrowed in thought. He had no idea what to say to Tate Potter, and in that moment he realized his makeshift plan of sorts had never formulated beyond mere avoidance.
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Post by Tate Potter on Mar 4, 2010 21:02:31 GMT -5
She shook her head and moved closer to him, blocking him into the booth in the only way she could think of. Her fingers touched his lips and she frowned, Danny Hughes was a lot of things. Self sacrificing was one of them and something she felt was honorable and infuriating.
"Danny stop.." she didn't want to hear what ever lie he was going to tell her if just to keep her away from him. She had always been the happy go lucky sort that did her own thing, always carrying to the tune of her own drum. "Don't... because it's not what you really mean.."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 5, 2010 11:26:50 GMT -5
He flinched away from her touch, and in a sudden swift movement slid her out of the booth before him, gently setting her on her feet before following out behind her. Tate may have had resolve, but size wasn't on her side.
Rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully he paused a moment by the table, pulling out some change and dropping it on the table absently. He didn't bother to count it, but knew it was more than enough. Before turning to leave he glanced at her, his eyes sweeping her face but still not meeting her gaze. "I'm sorry," his dark eyes dropped to the floor, and for a brief moment a flash of guilt was apparent in his expression. However, in classic Hughes style, it faded almost instantly and was replaced with dull, cold indifference. "See ya round, Tate."
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Post by Tate Potter on Mar 5, 2010 21:31:30 GMT -5
She looked hurt or worse. Heartbroken.
The petite woman raced after him and grabbed his hand, yes size was rarely on her side and she'd been showed a few times just how much it was not. But her hand snatched his from his side quickly enough, planting her feet to stop them both. "Stop running Danny! You're not helping me by being gone... I can't heal or get better when you're away from me! You think you are doing what is best? You are not! I know better... stop chasing me away.."
It was killing her softly, she looked weak and sickly and yet she was still there. Demanding to be seen. "We were friends..." weren't they more?
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Post by street on Jun 23, 2010 19:07:03 GMT -5
--NEW DAY Street slipped into the resturant just as the big man sauntered out. She used her small stature to slip under his outstretched arm and dodge into the building before the door even started to close. You could see she was an expert pickpocket. Her reflexes were quick and her feet were quicker. Her large grey eyes managed to be serious and carefree at the same time, a mischievious glint was in them as she surveyed the people.
She bit her lip and pulled on her ear, the right one. A sure sign that the tiny girl was nervous. Her straw like blonde hair stuck out at odd angles, she wore no shoes, her thin ankles peeked out from under her thin dress. She lifted one dirty foot and scratched the back of her left calf with her toenails. She was still standing just inside the door way, looking at the people. Her calico dress was see through in some areas, torn to shreds in others, and over it all she wore a very large, very dirty and stained, and holey sweater that was beached a light blue in some areas by the sun. It hung off one of her shoulders and came to her knees and over flowed over her tiny thin hands.
Her surprisingly soft face was thin, yet somehow, beneath all the layers of dirt and starvation, pleasing to look at. Her lips were soft and pink and slightly parted as she looked at everyone, her shockingly white and illogical teeth shown as she bit down on the plumb lip. Her tiny, upturned nose was spreckled with freckles that swept up near her large and heavily lashed grey eyes. Her forehead was covered by unruly wisps of her stringy hair. She swept them away with a hand that was beaten and bruised and painfully thin. She skittered away from a couple leaving and was thrown into chaos.
A waiter nearly missed her head as he swooped by with a tray ladened with delicious foods. And cinnamon buns! Her finger tips tingled, she urged to reach out and snatch the golden, soft, melt in your mouth dessert. If she was rich, that would be all she ate. Her grey eyes became soft and wanting as she gazed at them, following them physically. She smacked into a table and sent dishes skittering across the surface of the polished wood. The man at the table stood and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and threw her away from him. She crashed to the floor and raised her arm to her face, flinching to protect her body from the expected hits.
But none came. Street peered at the man from the splayed fingers covering her eyes and saw he was glaring at her, but his wife or whatever she was, had a reassuring and lazy and plump hand on his arm, restraining him with just a touch. Street was amazed at the magic of this all. How could one little touch do so much? She looked at woman with innocent curiousity. The woman was sipping tea with her pinkey out, looking completely unconcerned by her husband and the vagrant on the floor. In fact, she was looking intently at a handsome man across the room. Street looked at the second man. He was quiet the smasher, he was. Street crawled away from the rough man at the table and ended up on the other side of the room before she popped up, ignoring the people.
They were talking and chattering and eating and pushing food away with little 'moehs' of their mouths. Saying they could not eat more, saying they needed to watch their figures. Patting the sides of their mouths charmingly and twittering. Street stood along the far wall of the resturant, clutching her right arm with her left, stating hungrily at the food on the tables. It was still warm. Her eyes, turning from child to adult, understood hunger. Understood how to look for disease and for death. But these delicacies, for that's what they were, were perfect, were life giving.
Street stepped forward, her hands going out, cupped together in the age old sign for begging. She lowered her eyes out of respect for the customers, to look younger, to look dangerously hungry, and out of shame. Surely, they would give her something. Begging was ashameful, but being turned away? Humiliating.
The lady at the table looked at Street's outstretched hands and then looked at Street, she pushed some of the girl's hair out of her face, poked her ribs and then leaned back, sighing. She reached for a roll. Street's heart was in her throat. She would get food! Then the woman's friend touched the woman's arm and said, "You feed them once and they never go away. Let's go, Alice. Time to meet the men." And they got up, the woman rubbing her hand on her skirt. "Probably diseased, Alice. What were you thinking?" The other said, shaking her head and sighing.
Street smacked her foot off the floor in anger, embarrassment, and frustration. She only hurt herself. Smarting tears sprung to her eyes and she turned, returning to the shadows, refusing the untouched and abandoned food on the table. Against the wall, she slid down until she sat and wrapped her arms around her knees and laid her chin on her knees and let the tears stream down her face. She wiped them away angryily and she knew snot was streaming from her nose. She still was not fully recovered from the evil sickness that had almost killed her. She could not run, and therefore could not steal. She was reduced to begging, and she was being turned away.
Why? Why did God punish her so much? To live is to suffer... She remembered. She did not know who said it, but they were right. So, so, so right. |
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Post by mush on Mar 22, 2011 23:48:27 GMT -5
It was raining out, so Mush decided to step into Tibby's to escape the downpour. Whew, it was really comin' down out there. Not that he minded the rain but a tough, hard rain like this one was difficult to work with. So he hurried into Tibby's to avoid the rain.He got inside and headed to a booth at the back that was open. He took off his hat and shook it on the floor. When a waitress came by to ask what he wanted he ordered a hot chocolate and then put his hat down on the other side of the bench he was sitting on.
The waitress soon brought the hot chocolate and asked if he wanted something to eat. He said not at the moment, but he asked her to come back later. She headed away and mush took a sip of the cocoa before laying down on the bench he was sitting on. He hadn't been sleeping very good lately, so he was already tired and it was only past noon. He sighed slightly as he looked up at the ceiling. Yeah, happy spring. It just meant cold rain for selling in, and he was already not enjoying it. He was a generally happy and determined person, but it was difficult when your raised spirits were rain soaked.
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 23, 2011 0:01:43 GMT -5
Jewel had not been back to the Bronx in days...a week at the most. She had been content to stay in Manhattan the whole time. She loved the atmosphere here. Except for the fact that it had chosen this particular day to rain. *Oh damn.. What a time for this to happen to me. Better find someplace to hide out.* she thought to herself.
She soon found herself running into Tibby's. She had remembered the first time she had stepped in there was when she had met that nice circus girl Devan. As she entered, she hung her wet coat on the rack, and hung her hat there as well, letting her long red hair fall down her back. She smoothed out her soaking wet skirt and blouse, and scanned the place.
Her eyes soon fell upon the back booth, where a boy sat alone. Jewel smiled slyly. She fixed herself up, and walked towards the booth. She approached the boy, and stood in front of him with a smile on her face.
"Excuse me, sweetheart? You wouldn't mind if I joined you now, would you?" She asked the boy.
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Post by mush on Mar 23, 2011 0:27:18 GMT -5
Mush opened his eyes and looked up at her. She was a cute thing, red hair and a nice smile. Being the ever gentleman that he was, despite how tired he'd been shook his head a little. "Naw, it's okay, go right ahead," he said as he motioned to the other bench.
"Pardon me," he said as he propped himself up on his elbows. "I'm kinda tired and was just catchin' a nap. Forgive me if I ain't too talketive, okay?" he said with an encouraging smile. He usually was all for talking to people and making conversation, but being so tired lately it was difficult for him to want to make conversation. Darn him and his active imagination. He'd be up late reading a book or something that he'd borrowed from a libarary and then his mind would either be buzzing with the story or if he did sleep he'd dream about crashing on deserted islands, or far away places with knights, kings and queens like he read about in his stories.
He sighed a little and laid down in the booth once more. He gathered himself for a moment, trying to gather all of his energy and strength and then sat up once more. "How ya doin'," he said offering a hand to her, "m'name's Mush. Pleased ta meetcha," he said giving her a nice friendly smile.
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 23, 2011 0:39:55 GMT -5
Jewel smiled at the boy as she took her seat on the other side of him. She scanned him slightly. This boy was darned cute with curly hair and chocolate eyes that just seemed to sparkle when he looked up at her.
She watched him attentively as she saw him lay down in the booth again really quickly before sitting up again and looking right at her. Jewel wanted to secretly melt as she looked back at him.
Then she saw him smile back, and she heard him introduce himself to her, and then extend his hand to her. She took his hand, and shook it.
"Nice ta meet ya, Mush. My name's Jewel." She said to him, smiling back at him.
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Post by mush on Mar 23, 2011 0:53:05 GMT -5
"Jewel huh?" He said shaking her hand. "Nice ta meetcha Jewel," he said with a small nod. He picked up a mug of hot chocolate and took a sip. He looked at her for a second and tried to figure out if he knew her. She didn't exactly look familiar so he was sure he didn't know her, but for some reason he did feel like he'd seen her before. And, apparently, with all the time she'd been spending in Manhattan lately it wasn't exactly impossible. He sat his mug down and looked at her. "So Jewel," he said as he leaned back on the bench he was sitting on, "you ain't from around here huh? Where you live?" he asked her.
Mush was a nice guy, the kind of nice guy who had been with a lotta girls, and not on purpose, and yet not on accident. He'd had a lot of girls, but always ended up breaking their hearts without realizing it. Because he'd be with a girl go out on a date or two, turn around, find another one, and then be with her. The other girls would come looking for him, and he'd have to tell them that he had another girl he was spending his time with now. He was sort of absent minded in that way. He always had good intentions, but typically not so hot out comes.
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 23, 2011 1:04:12 GMT -5
Jewel nodded when he asked about her name. Then she heard him ask where she was from and where she lived. She propped her face on her hands as she propped her elbows on the table.
"Nice to meet ya as well, Mush." She said.
"Well I was born in Brooklyn, but I work as a newsie in The Bronx." She said answering his question.
She smiled at him widely. She had seen her share of guys in New York over the last few years, but she had never met Mush before since she had barely ever been to Manhattan. She was glad to meet another friendly face in this borough...and one so handsome as Mush.
"What about you, Mush? Where are you from? You always live in Manhattan?" She asked him, wanting to know his story as well.
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Post by mush on Mar 23, 2011 1:17:54 GMT -5
He had to stifle a yawn being so tired and all as she was talking, but once he was done he couldn't help but finally let it go as he closed his eyes. "Sorry," he said chuckling a little and smiling all the while.
As she asked him if he was born here he shrugged. "Not quite sure," he said. "But ever since I was a kid I've been around here so I think so maybe." Truth be told this wasn't the truth, but he didn't know that. He'd never knowingly lie to anyone, so it wasn't as though he was fibbing on purpose. "But Manhattan is home as far as anyone around here is concerned." As far back as he could really clearly remember anymore he'd lived in Manhattan, and for the most part he'd lived his life as a newsie, grown up in Manhattan for sure, and has always liked it.
"Sorry," he said, "uh, do you want somthin'?" he had forgotten to ask her, and if she did he'd wave a waitress down. He was usually a bit more thoughtful than that, but his brain was fried lately. He needed to stop reading books and staying up so late doing so.
"And, if ya live in the Bronx," he said leaning fowards and taking another sip of hot chocolate, "Why are ya wanderin' around Manhattan?" he asked her. It was typical for newsies to walk from one borough to the other for poker night, to visit friends, or significant others, and such, but all the same, he liked learning why people where where they were, or if there was even a reason for it at all.
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 23, 2011 1:32:50 GMT -5
Jewel chuckled as he yawned and closed his eyes for a few seconds. She heard him apologize to her. "It's okay, sweetie." She said.
She listened to him explain his story to her about being born in Manhattan. She couldn't believe that this boy couldn't remember where he was born, but I guess it was common for the boys who were possibly runaways or orphans like she was. She tilted her head to the side as Mush told his story to her some more.
Just then, she heard him ask her if she wanted something. She had eaten a bit earlier, so she wasn't particularly hungry at all. "Ummm...I guess I'll just have what you're having." She said to him with a smile.
Then she heard Mush ask her about why she was wandering Manhattan. "I don't know why... I seem to like it here better. The atmosphere seems kinda friendly. Plus, I don't think I've ever been here before when I was younger, so I figured I'd explore. Meet some of the locals as well." She explained to him.
"Besides, being in the Bronx hasn't been the best for me lately. But, I don't really wanna talk about it. I just wanna focus on the present. As in right now. Let's just say that my life hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows lately." She said, her lower lip curving into a slight frown.
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Post by mush on Mar 23, 2011 2:10:29 GMT -5
He nodded to her and stuck his hand out to wave down a waitress. He ordered her a hot chocolate from the lady and then told her to put it on his bill. He wouldn't mind picking up an extra cup of hot chocolate for the poor girl who looked far worse from the rain than he did.
When she said that she had never been to Manhattan when she was younger he found it sort of odd. Well, he didn't go many other place in New York often, but he did. So he found it odd that she'd never been there at all. However, "Well, I'm glad you're enjoyin' yaself. Not too difficult to get lost, but real busy huh?" he said laughing a little. Manhattan was known for being populated and the center of nearly everything in New York.
Since she was avoiding the topic of sadness in her life he wasn't going to be the one to make her talk about it. He stretched his arms above his head and the waitress brought Jewel her hot chocolate. "Enjoy, my treat," he said to her with a small smile.
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 23, 2011 2:24:26 GMT -5
Jewel smiled slightly as Mush ordered her a hot chocolate. Oh, this boy was a prince. He was so kind to her, and she needed a kind face at the moment.
When she heard him mention about Manhattan, she chuckled a bit "It's a really big place. I've been walking aimlessly for days, just staying up all night. I don't think I've had a decent nights sleep in days. I should be exhausted, but I'm not. I did catch a few naps here and there. But I've been too busy walking around this place just enjoying the sights." She told him.
She looked down at herself, and ran her hands through her hair quickly. It was still pretty soaked from the rain. Then she wiped her hands on her skirt, and sighed "This weather has been dreadful lately, huh? First the snow, then the rain. Makes being a newsie hard sometimes having to work outdoors in these conditions. Thank god for places like this." She said.
When the waitress brought Jewel the hot chocolate, she took a small sip, and smiled, closing her eyes a bit. She then opened her eyes, and looked at Mush "Thank you so much. This is just what I needed. I think this drink and your company has really helped to brighten my day." She said.
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