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Post by manhattan on Oct 17, 2008 19:18:59 GMT -5
Manhattan groaned as she winced as light shot through her eyelids. Why was she hoizontal?? Shit squishing her eyelids she refused to open them. "How bad is it?" Manhattan muttered "No dont tell me, let me guess. There is a big mess i'm responsible foah and i have to clean it up even as its soaking into the butt of my clothes. How'd i do?" opening one eye she groaned as she looked around. "Pretty damn accurate." groaning she squished into a sitting position.
"I apologize foah getting you soaked." Manhattan tried to grin crookedly but she winced as pain in her head shot through blinding her with the pain. Stiffling another groan she squinted a bit and rubbed her temples hoping to relieve it. "I dont supose i hit my head?" Manhattan asked God she still felt like she could pass out again any minute and she wasnt even sure she could put weight on her legs, let alone get up. Looking around she looked for a way to nonchalantly pull herself up, without making it too obvious. I'm ok, just breathe through it Manhattan thought to herself Man am i in denial or not... Denial a river in Egypt...thinking hurts she shook her head and tried to bring the world into focus, bring the face of her cushion into focus.
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Post by sammie on Oct 17, 2008 22:14:22 GMT -5
"How bad is it?" Manhattan muttered "No dont tell me, let me guess. There is a big mess i'm responsible foah and i have to clean it up even as its soaking into the butt of my clothes. How'd i do?" opening one eye she groaned as she looked around. "Pretty damn accurate."
Sammie gently helped the girl get into an upright position and continued to support her there, one hand steadying her arm and the other placed on her back. "Don't worry, you're not cleaning this up dear.."
"I apologize foah getting you soaked. I dont supose i hit my head?"
Sammie gently took Manhattan's chin in her hand, making her look into her eyes. "Not too hard I hope," With all of the commotion of the event Sammie couldn't be sure if she had prevented the girl's head from connecting with the tile floor. "Well, I don't think you have a concussion, and that's a very good sign." The girl was clearly ill, and the last thing she needed was a head injury on top of it. "Duane Street, the newsboy lodging house? Is that where you live dear? We've got to get you to a bed." Hoisting herself up Sammie dusted of her skirt, quickly bending back over to assist the light-headed girl. "Do you think you can get up?"
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Post by manhattan on Oct 17, 2008 22:43:06 GMT -5
Don't worry, you're not cleaning this up dear
Manhattan looked at her like she had grown a third head. "Its my job m'am." With the other girls support she stood up. "I should get you a new watah though." She stared sorrowfully at the mess on the floor. As she began to ease away her legs began to tremble and give out. Reaching For the girl Manhattan grabbed hold once again to her arm.
"Maybe i should have just stayed on da floor. It seems ta be wheah my legs want me ta be." Manhattan said as she tired to put her weight on her legs without them giving as the girl looked her over. She couldnt just leave Tibby's, then again there wasnt anyone there and hadnt been for a long time. The room began to spin again as Manhattan was looking around and she tried to stifle a whimper but wasnt very successful and her grip on the woman beside her tightened. "Not good not good." Manhattan groaned.
Well, I don't think you have a concussion, and that's a very good sign.
Manhattan tried to nod and thought better of it. "You'd think i'd had enough of dem ta know if i have one now." Manhattan smiled slightly trying really hard to keep things light. She wasnt that bad off, just light headed, she hoped.
Duane Street, the newsboy lodging house? Is that where you live dear? We've got to get you to a bed.
Manhattan looked at her then, the girls words becoming muffled and sounding like they were coming from a distance. Manhattan tried to focus, tried to understand what the girl was saying. In the end all she understood was "Lodging house." Why couldnt she seem to keep things focused, to control her body? This was beginning to frighten her.
"Lodging house." Manhattan said unable to say which one or where. It was just too much effort, she didnt have enough energy. More and more she began leaning on the girl.
"Help Me." she whispered
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Post by sammie on Nov 6, 2008 11:06:36 GMT -5
"Its my job m'am. Should get you a new watah though."
Sammie shook her head, struggling to stand upright while ensuring both their balance. "Don't even think about it. Come on now," She grabbed the girl's arm and wrapped it up around her shoulder. "Hang on."
The room began to spin again as Manhattan was looking around and she tried to stifle a whimper but wasnt very successful and her grip on the woman beside her tightened. "Not good not good." Manhattan groaned.
Sammie looked over at her, afraid if she lost consciousness they would both be back where they started on the wet floor. "Don't be doing that, stay with me dear."
"Lodging house."
She nodded, looking forward and setting her jaw in determination as they began moving toward the door. There was always an indistinguishable spark of perseverance in Sammie, an attribute of stubbornness society frowned upon in young ladies. The child's weak whimper only intensified her resolve. Reaching out for the door she managed to hold it open with her back as she eased the girl through, and looking to the left she was relieved to see newspaper row was visible from the small restaurant.
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Post by fancy on Mar 15, 2009 21:40:34 GMT -5
((New Day))
Fancy sat easily at one of the two chairs at the table, slumping down in the chair in exhaustion. Tibby's didn't seem especially busy, lessening her anxiousness at having to make conversation with semi-strangers. Sighing somewhat happily, Fancy began to peruse the menu, looking for something that would cost her under three dollars at the most. She tucked her long, skinny legs under her on the chair, and leaned a cheek on the palm of her hand. She had to admit, it was nice to finish selling so early in the day. She scratched at a sudden itch on her nose, and decided it was french fries she wanted. Looking up, she realized she would probably waiting a while for the waitress, who seemed engrossed in her conversation with the young, good looking dishwasher. Heaving a sigh, she resorted to staring out the window at the people as they passed.
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Post by Milo on Mar 15, 2009 22:01:21 GMT -5
Milo watched as an older girl, walked through the door of Tibby's. He had seen her coming through the window and vaguely recognized her as a newsie from one of the other borroughs though he couldn't quite remember which one. The truth was, he had probably never known. Most of the things he knew about people he knew from sight as he made a practice of observing anyone and everyone that he coluld as closely as he could without actually approaching them. It was a fun exercise to play during long hour of selling and it actually got him a lot of customers as, after awhile, people got so perterbed by him staring wordlessly at them and following them that they would say, do, or give almost anything to get him to leave them alone.
Fellow newsies, on the other hand, it didn't tend to bother so much. They usually either ignored him altogether or came up and talked to him. In fact, that was how he had made the majority of his friends in the past year or so. This girl was of particular interest to him at the moment as he couldn't quite remember what her name was though he was sure that he had heard it before. He remained determined, however, not to ask her. Maybe it would come to him or maybe she'd start talking to someone that she knew or something. He fixed his gaze deterninedly on her as she ordered fries from the friendly waitress who had already been by his table three or four times in the time that he had been there and he hunkered down for the long haul, a vague excitement welling up in him at the prospect of the challenge that faced him.
((yeah, I know, he's a weird, somewhat creepy little kid but I promise that subsides slightly when you actually talk to him))
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Post by fancy on Mar 15, 2009 22:54:01 GMT -5
Fancy closed her menu and pushed it to the edge of the table so that the waitress could take it when she arrived with her food. Somehow, she had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as if someone was watching her. It was a feeling she was used to, to some degree, considering the drama that had consumed her life before she had left. Now, the feeling was not one of dread, but one of confusion. There was nobody within her line of sight. She leaned a little and spotted a small boy sitting at a table across the way. Arching a dark eyebrow, she fixed her foresty gaze on him. A slight smile came to her face as she realized he was one of the little newsies she had seen around Manhattan recently. She tried to guess his age, he couldn't be any older than eight, at the maxium.
She eventually realized she was probably being just a creepy as he was and motioned for him to come over. She wasn't one for making people feel uncomfortable, or feeling uncomfortable herself. If he was so intent on watching her, why not make conversation, as much as a seventeen year old could with a child.
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Post by Milo on Mar 19, 2009 22:55:12 GMT -5
Milo was slightly surprized when the girl motioned for him to come over to her table though his face remained blank. Usually people tried to shoo him away when they caught him staring at them but, then again, other newsies were often more welcoming than random customers. He got up from the table that he was sitting at and walked over to hers. Once he had gotten up into the chair, he crossed his forearms on the table and rested his chin on them, his gaze still fixated intently and unabashedly on her. Despite her friendly gesture in inviting him to sit with her, he was still determined not to break his silence until she spoke to him first.
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Post by fancy on Mar 20, 2009 10:33:03 GMT -5
Fancy blinked in surprise, not quite sure how to react to the little boys silence. She offered a sunny smile, and picked at her fries. She pushed the small basket towards him.
"Want one?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, taking a bite off of her own fry. She was baffled by this small child, who seemed to innocent, yet so mysterious all at the same time. Usually, the younger newsies would become ridibulously irritating after fifteen minutes spent in their general vacinity. Not that they were annoying people or anything, she just got tired of answering questions. Clearly, that was not something she had to worry about with this kid. She decided an introduction was in order. "I'm Fancy, by the way." She figured maybe this would spur the kid into action, hoping for a name, wondering if she would remember it.
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Post by jade on May 28, 2009 20:19:23 GMT -5
((((((((new day))))))))))
Jade sat at the table flipping through a newspaper that refused to be sold.
Whistling to herself her eyes scanned the restraunt the usual coffee, stong and coleslaw laid untouched in front of her, today was going good so far, quiet though...
watching a little boy laughing outside brought a soft smile to her face, unusaul from her hardened heart, but today she felt unpredictable, happy, despite her situation.
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Post by isaac on Jun 3, 2009 3:40:56 GMT -5
((New Day for Piper))
He smiled opening the door for Piper when they got to Tibby's. He's never been in here before, but he remembered passing it earlier today as he was selling his papers. The joint looked nice, only a few people sat sporadically throughout it. One couple enjoying lunch here, a business man smoking a cigar and reading a paper there, and so on.
Looking around the room, Drifter pointed at a small empty table. "How about that one?" He asked giving Pipers hand a small squeeze and looking at her with that charming smile of his. In truth he didn't want to let go of her hand, he liked the tingle he got when their hands connected.
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Post by bunky on Jun 3, 2009 11:50:07 GMT -5
Piper walked in and saw how busy it was in Tibby's. She smiled and looked around to see if there was any open tables. She felt a squeeze of her hand and she looked up slightly to see Drifter looking down at her. He pointed to a table and asked if that one was okay.
"Yeah, that one looks good." she replied, going over to the table and tugging him along with their connected hands. She liked holding hands with him, looking at him and hearing his voice, it made her blush all over again.
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Post by isaac on Jun 3, 2009 14:37:36 GMT -5
Laughing, Drifter moved ahead of her and pulled the chair out like a gentleman would. "Your chair m'lady." He said is a sophisticated voiced gesturing to it with his hand. Once she was sitting he pushed the chair in and went around the table to take his seat.
Scooting his chair in he looked around at the busy restaurant. "So what's good to eat here?" He asked leaning forward his elbows on the table top, turning his hazel gaze towards her.
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Post by bunky on Jun 3, 2009 15:22:26 GMT -5
Piper giggled as she sat down from Drifter holding out the chair for her. She looked around at the lively movement.
"The pie here is good, along with the apple cider and hot fresh bread." Piper replied as she looked back at Drifter and smiled, "But if you're into dessert, they have some good coffee cake and ice cream too."
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Post by isaac on Jun 3, 2009 18:45:50 GMT -5
Drifter smiled when Piper giggled, he like that he was able to make her laugh. Not to mention make her blush, she looked so pretty when she blush.
He listened to what she said, nodding his head with a smile, "The pie sounds good." He said with as he looked at her. "What are you going ta get? Get whatever ya want."
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Thanks Jim!