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Post by trip on Jan 3, 2010 16:13:14 GMT -5
"I don't usually do either of those sorts of things..." Trip scratched her head, momentarily confused. Who would do something like that? Or maybe he hadn't meant that literally? Not that it mattered much, really, but still, it was an odd thing to say, wasn't it? Trip smiled a bit nervously and said, "But that sounds good. Are you going tomorrow? I could start then. Well, if it's okay with you, of course. And..." Trip paused, trying to remember the name of the other girl and not being able to. "Whatever you said the other girl's name was."
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Post by Kid Blink on Jan 8, 2010 13:49:21 GMT -5
"Brook," Blink supplied. "Her name's Brook LeRue. Sweet little Cajun girl, think you'll like her." Swirling what was left of his too-sweet coffee in the mug for a moment, he quickly downed it and set the mug at the edge of the table. "That'd be fine. I sell every day. Meet me at the distribution center in the morning. We'll get our papes and head over to Cherry Street and show you how it's done, eh?"
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Post by trip on Jan 11, 2010 18:54:19 GMT -5
"Right. I'll remember that. But..." Trip sighed, feeling a little bit foolish. "Where's the distribution center? I, uh, I don't really know where that is." When she thought about it, she didn't really know where Cherry Street was, either. But then that part didn't matter quite so much because she wouldn't have to find that place on her own. There was definitely going to be a lot to learn about all this, and about the city in general. It was, certainly, one of the biggest cities she'd ever been to and, partly because of that and partly because of the layout of the city, it was a difficult place to get to know.
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Post by hades on Jan 22, 2010 10:21:56 GMT -5
(new day)
Hades sat at the table, staring out at the street through tired eyes. He wasn't in the mood to sell -- he rarely was. He'd managed to make enough money off of the fight he'd been in the previous night to get away with it for a couple days, and for that he was glad. He wasn't glad, however, about the beating he'd taken the night before. His hands closed around the mug of coffee in front of him, cupping it as he brought it up and took a sip. While he wanted some breakfast, or anything to stop his stomach from grumbling as much as it was, it appeared he'd managed to scare off the waitress after she'd brought him his coffee. Some cuts and bruises were nothing to be afraid of... she should've seen the other guy.
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Post by lunayoung on Jan 22, 2010 20:19:19 GMT -5
Luna walked in the front door of Tibby's-- glancing up at the bell that had tinkled when she opened the door. She had chosen to forgo all the places close to Queens and had decided to trek the several miles to Tibby's, just for a bit to eat. Everyone in Queens was getting on her nerves and she wanted to avoid having to talk to any of them. She'd have to explain her recent, long absences from the Lodging House and her frequent bad moods.
Luna looked around for an empty table, but Tibby's seemed to be quite busy this morning. Every table was full, except for one where a dark, shaggy-haired boy sat by himself. She made her way over to his table, stopping in front of him. "This seat taken?" she asked smiling at him. When he looked up at her, she took in the cuts and bruises on his face and knuckles and she quirked an eyebrow. What was it about wailing on each other...? Well, unlike several guys, the cuts and bruises only added something to his good looks. "Didya win?" Winning would make the cuts and bruises worth it...
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Post by hades on Jan 23, 2010 9:44:43 GMT -5
"This seat taken?"
Hades looked up, startled out of his self-reflection. "No, it's open I guess, if you want... to sit." He hadn't been expecting anyone to join him, but he wasn't against it. Maybe the waitress would actually come back to take his order, now that someone more approachable was sitting at the table. He saw her raised eyebrow and glanced down at his hands before looking back up at her when she spoke again.
"Didya win?"
"Sure did," he said, a grin twisting the corners of his mouth as he cupped his hands around the mug of coffee in front of him again and took a sip. Two more drinks and it was gone, and he just set it in front of him, tapping his fingers against the side. He raised an eyebrow at her, running his hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair. "So do I get your name?"
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Post by lunayoung on Jan 23, 2010 12:20:36 GMT -5
Luna sat down in the seat across from him and flashed him one of her dimples-showing smiles, "Thanks." Sitting across from the boy allowed her to get a better look at him and all his bruises. It must have been one heck of a fight if his bruised face was any indication. But bruised faces, scarred hands, bloody noses, and every other injury came with the territory of being a Newsies and living on the street--especially for the male population. So, even though the bruises seemed to deter, even scare most girls--like the waitresses and every other woman in the restaurant who was looking warily at the boy sitting across from her--girl Newsies like herself learned to, not really ignore them but look past the bruises, or even accept them. A male Newsie without some sort of battle scar or bruise was a rare find because of their insatiable need to protect their male ego.
"So do I get your name?"
"Sure thing," Luna chimed pulling her hat off her head and letting her long, wavy, black hair fall to her shoulders. "My name's Aurelia Young, but everyone just calls me Luna." She set her hat on the seat beside her and pushed her hair back off her shoulder. She crossed her arms in front of her on the table and leaned in towards him a bit. "And what do they call you, handsome?" she smiled flirtatiously, as was her demeanor towards most attractive guys.
Realizing he held an empty cup in his hand and all the waitresses appeared to be avoiding their table, Luna waved getting the attention of one nearby and glared at her when she appeared to start to walk away. Rolling her eyes, the waitress slowly made her way over. "So nice of you to finally do your job and wait on us. I'm sure you didn't mean to ignore this gentleman here because that would be rude." Luna smirked, raising an eyebrow challenging the waitress to say otherwise. "What can I get you?" The waitress muttered, glaring at her. "Well I'd like some buttered toast, a side of eggs and bacon, and a coffee--cream no sugar," Luna smiled sweetly. "And you?" the waitress asked, avoiding eye contact with the boy. Luna chuckled to herself.
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Post by hades on Jan 23, 2010 18:07:50 GMT -5
"And what do they call you, handsome?"
"Hades," he answered, rubbing his jaw a little as he watched her. "I hate my proper name, so there's no need for you to know it." He watched as she signaled the waitress over, a small smirk playing at his mouth as he saw the disdain in the waitress's arrival.
"And you?"
"Bacon, eggs -- over easy, and more coffee," he ordered. "And a smile, if it's not too much trouble." He smirked a little more as she looked over at him, startled, and then quickly walked away, turning red. "Apparently it was too much trouble. Oh well." He pushed his hair out of his eyes and rested his elbows on top of the table, leaning in slightly. "You live around here, I take it?"
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Post by lunayoung on Jan 27, 2010 23:31:52 GMT -5
Luna leaned in closer to Hades--her hair falling forward into her face--intrigued by the interesting nickname. "Hades, huh? Greek god of the underworld, right?.... That's unique. How'd you come by that name, if you don't mind me knowing that?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked smugly, continuing her mental assessment of him. He sat several inches taller than her, so that meant that when he stood he was quite tall. His shaggy, dark hair hung in his face giving him a mysterious aura. And, the cuts and bruises marring his handsome face and the hard expression in his dark eyes, gave him the appearance of danger--someone you would want to avoid. Hades. It fit him. But, despite all that, he didn't intimidate her. There was something about him that compelled her to try get to know him.
"You live around here, I take it?"
Luna chuckled at the waitress's hasty retreat and obvious embarrassment. People needed to loosen up. She tucked her hair behind her right ear and looked up at Hades, "Not 'round here. I live in Queens... But, I visit enough that it would seem I live around here... What about you? Do you live here in Manhattan?"
The waitress returned to their table, depositing their drinks and food in front of them before swiftly departing again--before another snarky comment could be made by either of them. Luna lifted her coffee cup to her lips and took a sip of the warm liquid. She set the cup back down, lifted a piece of bacon from her plate, and popped it in her mouth--a satisfied 'mMm' escaping before she could catch herself. Realizing her embarrassing slip-up, she looked up from her plate at Hades--a blush warming her cheeks. "Bacon is my favorite," she explained nervously. She looked down at her plate--embarrassed--causing her long, dark, wavy locks to escape from behind her ear and cascade in front of her face again.
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Post by hades on Jan 28, 2010 15:53:53 GMT -5
"Hades, huh? Greek god of the underworld, right?.... That's unique. How'd you come by that name, if you don't mind me knowing that?"
He looked at her, a brief smirk flitting across his features. The way she was looking at him, she could tell she was intrigued. What was better was that she didn’t seem to be scared of him, which most were. He could count on one hand the number of times a girl actually tried to talk to him when he looked like he currently did – not counting those who were drunk, of course. “Had a habit of picking fights,” he said casually, a slight shrug lifting one of his shoulders. “Caused a lot of trouble in school. Teachers always said I was giving everyone hell, then hell turned to Hades, then it just… stuck. Can’t say I mind.”
"Not 'round here. I live in Queens... But, I visit enough that it would seem I live around here... What about you? Do you live here in Manhattan?"
“I live in Manhattan, yeah,” he said, absently taking a sip of the coffee that had been set in front of him. “Spend most of my time here, but go over the river to Brooklyn more than occasionally.” He watched her take a bit of bacon, one of his eyebrows raising as she reacted to it.
“Bacon is my favorite.”
Hades leaned forward as she looked down, reaching over and lightly tucking her hair back behind her ear, where it had been just seconds before. “I’m rather partial myself,” he said after a moment, taking a bite of his bacon and leaning back slightly.
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Post by lunayoung on Feb 1, 2010 22:22:36 GMT -5
Luna looked up as Hades pulled his hand away--the blush slowly fading from her cheeks. She lifted her coffee to her lips and took another sip, watching him from above the rim of her mug. What a subtle, tender gesture for someone who projects such an air of mystery and strength and darkness. Maybe that's why this guy fascinated her. She set her cup down on the table and smiled; she couldn't help smiling around him.
"So, tell me handsome... What is it you do? I don't think I've seen you selling papes around here. To anyone other than myself, you just don't seem to be the real approachable type..." Luna ripped off a piece of her toast and popped it into her mouth.
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Post by hades on Feb 1, 2010 23:02:55 GMT -5
"So, tell me handsome... What is it you do? I don't think I've seen you selling papes around here. To anyone other than myself, you just don't seem to be the real approachable type..."
"I sell sometimes," Hades replied, taking a long drink of his coffee before setting the mug down. "Only if I have to, really. I mostly fight." He paused, a wry grin flitting across his features. "No, I don't just naturally look like this." He ran his hand through his hair and shrugged a little. "The money's actually not that bad if you're good, and I rarely lose."
He paused in talking to dig into his breakfast, taking a few bites of his eggs before glancing over at her again. "How long have you been here? I mean, you're not from here originally, I know that much."
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Post by lunayoung on Feb 15, 2010 21:08:52 GMT -5
"How long have you been here? I mean, you're not from here originally, I know that much."
Luna popped the last bit of toast into her mouth and finished off her coffee. "I came here about three years ago from Jamaica. You see, my mother is the illegitimate daughter to a white plantation owner and his maid; my grandfather, Hugh and my grandmother, Zara. Even though my grandfather loved all of us and treated us equally no matter our race, everyone else in town was prejudice towards us. I had to get away--go somewhere I wasn't known..."
Luna set her elbows on the tabletop and rested her chin in her hands--a strand of hair slipping free from behind her ear again. "I love it here but sometimes I do miss my family--especially my twin brother, Harrison. What about you?" She looked up at Hades, "Did you leave anyone behind wherever you're from?" She knew he probably wouldn't answer or would answer very vaguely, but she had to ask anyways--she wanted to know him better.
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Post by hades on Feb 16, 2010 11:57:56 GMT -5
"Did you leave anyone behind wherever you're from?"
"Yeah, I did," he replied, taking another sip of his coffee before setting the mug down. "Got a twin myself, Beatrix. Left her and my parents back in Boston. I hated leaving her there, and my mother, but my father can rot in hell for all he's worth." He scowled and stabbed at the eggs on his plate, taking a bite. His free hand ran through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he looked over at her. "No other family worth mentioning, really. None of 'em lived in Boston with us, so didn't really know 'em that well."
Hades shrugged and finished off his breakfast, pushing the plate away from him slightly. "Jamaica, huh? How was is there?"
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Post by lunayoung on Mar 5, 2010 13:36:45 GMT -5
Luna smile grew as she listened to Hades talk. Hearing that he had family--and even his own twin--that he had to leave behind as well, made her like him even more. She watched as he ran a hand through his hair--something she had thought about doing herself when she noticed it hanging in his face, wondering if his dark exterior would respond positively to the small gesture.
"Jamaica, huh? How was is there?"
Luna looked down at her plate and pushed the remaining eggs around with her fork, as she let her mind briefly wander back to the last time she was in Jamaica. "It's really warm there, almost all the time--lots of sunshine. And the colors are so vibrant and beautiful and it's so peaceful... The total opposite from here. This place can be cold, dark, chaotic, and the colors are dull--browns, grays, blacks..." She looked up and smiled wistfully at Hades, "But here, no one cares about whether your grandmother was the servant of your 'white' grandfather... And, no one judges you by the color of your skin-- well, no one that matters anyways."
Luna let her hair fall forward in front of her face, hoping that she would be able to hide behind it. She never revealed to anyone--besides her best friend Snoddy--her resentment towards those who were prejudice towards her and her family back in Jamaica or even her very rare resentment towards her own skin color--she hated how some people treated her differently because of it.
Luna was a pretty, feisty, confident, charismatic, friendly kind of girl, but on very rare occasions--when someone looked at her or talked to her differently then they did others--she would begin to feel self-conscious about the rich caramel hue of her skin, wishing it was the same as everyone else's; it would be so much easier for her.
Luna bit her lower lip before forking a piece of egg and popping it in her mouth.
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