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Post by Jim Turner on Jun 23, 2009 13:04:18 GMT -5
Jim eyed her casually as she ignored him, noticing her slightly unique clothing. Looked like a stage girl to him. Tapping his finger absently on the table he finally spoke, more out of boredom than genuine curiosity. "You work over at Irving?" They were in Manhattan, after all. It was his best guess.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jun 23, 2009 14:42:24 GMT -5
Sonkai looked up at him, searching his face to see why he was asking. She hadn't recognized him and if she thought he was a regular at Irving she wouldn't have sat with him because she absolutely despised most of Irvings customers and the way they drooled over her. He seemed to just be making conversation though so Sonkai gave him a slight smile and nodded. "Yes, I do. I don't recognize you though, have you ever been there?"
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Post by Jim Turner on Jun 23, 2009 16:57:41 GMT -5
Jim shrugged as he took a gulp of water, setting the glass down carelessly with a slight bang. "Once or twice," he shrugged again, glancing through the crowded restaurant in search of a waitress. "Not really my thing." Any free time Jim had was spent usually spent lazing about or in bars. He didn't like to spend a lot of money, not that he had much, and found the boisterous crowds of vaudeville theaters less than appealing. The women just weren't worth it.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jun 24, 2009 14:31:36 GMT -5
Sonkai nodded, thinking over what he said. Not many men didn't like going to vaudevilles but she supposed that may be because he just didn't have the money. He didn't exactly look like he was rolling in it. "It's not a bad place..." It would be better if there weren't puddles beneath the men who went there from their drool, but she liked it all the same. She got to dance and sing and to her that's all that mattered in this disgusting place. If she couldn't have the open then she'd take what she could get.
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Post by Jim Turner on Jun 25, 2009 14:51:16 GMT -5
He shrugged again absently, glancing at the chalk board menu over her shoulder as he spoke. "Just not for me I guess." Sighing lightly he shifted in his chair, leaning back with his hands resting on the table and turning his attention back to the girl. He said nothing else, but quietly observed her, careful enough to be sure she wouldn't notice.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jun 28, 2009 10:19:22 GMT -5
Sonkai nodded slightly to the sentiment, it honestly wasn't for her either but she loved Medda and it was the only place she could be herself. Most people in the city had scorned her when she first came here after escaping from the gadjos that had kidnapped her. People were as fond of gypsy's here as they were back home and she didn't have her family here to defend her. When Medda had found her she'd been running from two men who thought to assault her because they thought they would get a happy ending with their fortunes and when they realized that she wasn't going to do that they had attacked her. Luckily she'd been able to escape and Medda had found her and taken her in. The waitress stopped over and Sonkai ordered a roast beef sandwich with a water. Glancing back up at Jim, she offered him a rare smile. "So what do you do?"
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 17, 2009 12:14:03 GMT -5
After Ordering some bread and soup he turned his attention back to his mysterious companion, the slightest flicker of disgust crossing his features at her question. When he wasn't breaking his back at the docks he was finding side jobs here and there, none of which were very glamorous. He hated his work. "Haul crates at the docks, mostly." He left it at that, not interested in spending any time when he wasn't working talking about it. As he looked at her he briefly mused the luck of beautiful women, how easy they must have it.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jul 17, 2009 12:37:57 GMT -5
Sonkai wrinkled her nose at the thought of having to move crates around for a living. Her brothers had done plenty of backbreaking work when they could find someone who would hire them and she knew from their experience that it could wear a person down and make them very bitter. If her brothers hadn't been so resilient and hadn't had their family there she was sure their spirits would have been crushed long ago. Playing with her napkin, Sonkai gazed outside for a moment trying to think about what her family would be doing right now. Sonkai turned her attention back to Jim, "Do you have any family here?"
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 20, 2009 21:10:13 GMT -5
He let out an empty laugh at the question and shook his head, a subtle bitterness creeping into his expression and sharpening his features. "No, no family." he paused, taking another drink of water before returning the question. "What about you? You on your own?" It seemed likely to him, few families would approve of their daughter working the stage.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jul 29, 2009 11:16:23 GMT -5
Sonkai felt a bit bad that she'd asked him about his family when it was obvious he was pretty bitter about the subject. She hadn't meant to bring up a sore topic and almost reached out to touch his hand and comfort him, but she didn't know him and she certainly wasn't going to touch a perfect stranger. "I do have family...a big family actually." A wistful smile fell across her face, "I haven't seen them in a long time though." She had a long way to go before she'd have enough money to go home but she so looked forward to that day.
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Post by Peaches Carington on Sept 14, 2009 12:52:26 GMT -5
(((NEW DAY for anyone)))
Peaches walked in the front door of Tibby's and looked around, ignoring the curious looks she was receiving from several of the customers that seemed to recognize her from Medda's. She was wearing a beautiful green and white dress, typical of Medda's girls, and her red hair fell in curls over her shoulders and around her face, drawing more attention.
Spying an empty table by the window, Peaches made her way to it and sat down. When the waitress came over, she ordered herself a glass of water and a sandwich, and then sat back in her chair to watch the people passing by the window, as she waited for her food.
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Post by Christina Mathers on Sept 14, 2009 14:46:45 GMT -5
Christiana all but burst through the door to Tibby's and sat at the closest table available which happened to already be occupied by a red-head. "Hey, howyadoin. Mind if I sit here?" She asked all in one breath, not really caring what the answer was. She pulled her hat lower over her head, turning her back to the window. Two men ran by stopping at the window and looking around before giving up and turning back the other way. With a sigh, Christiana turned back toward the table, taking her hat off and setting it on the table, throwing her blond hair behind her shoulder.
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Post by Peaches Carington on Sept 14, 2009 21:21:19 GMT -5
"Hey, howyadoin. Mind if I sit here?"
Peaches smiled and motioned to the seat across from her, "Sure, darlin'." She looked the girl up and down, taking in the her appearance. She had never seen the girl around before. She stuck out her hand to the blonde across the table, smiling at her, "My names Peaches. I don't think I've met you before..."
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Post by Christina Mathers on Sept 15, 2009 21:36:31 GMT -5
"Heh," she breathed, "believe me, you haven't. You and me don't really hang around the same circle if you know what I mean." Christiana gave Peaches a closer look, examining her clothes. "Or maybe you do. You a dancer or somethin'?"
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Post by Peaches Carington on Sept 16, 2009 11:49:37 GMT -5
"Or maybe you do. You a dancer or somethin'?"
Peaches placed her hands folded in her lap and sat up straighter. "Singer. At Medda's. I don't dance." The waitress came over and dropped off her order and continued about her job. Peaches lifted the glass of water and sipped it, eying the girl curiously. She placed her glass back on the table and gave her a polite smile.
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