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Post by isaac on Jun 5, 2009 18:16:45 GMT -5
Drifter smiled when she blushed, he love it when she did that. "The boys that don't go with ya are stupid." He said leaning back in his chair as well. "Who wouldn't want ta go on an adventure with a beautiful girl?" He asked with a charming smile.
"Just say when ya ready ta go," He said leaning forward again.
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Post by bunky on Jun 5, 2009 21:01:55 GMT -5
Piper's blush was worse when he said she was beautiful. Damn her for being to vulnerable, it curse her before giving her the small scars she still harbors to this day. But Drifter seemed different.
She took one more bite from her pie and smiled, "Sweetest seen ever eh?" She asked him in a wink.
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Post by isaac on Jun 6, 2009 0:22:47 GMT -5
Drifter smiled and chuckling a bit. "Ya matchin' ya hair again." He said teasingly to her as he pushed his plate away, the only thing left on it was the pie crust. Drifter never liked the crust even when he was younger always thought it tasted funny.
He laughed a tiniest hint of a blush coloring his cheeks when she winked at him but he nodded anyway, it seemed that his smile never left his face. "It definitely is."
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Post by bunky on Jun 6, 2009 0:30:36 GMT -5
Piper leaned back in her chair and looked out the window. She then got a thought went off in her head and she looked back at Drifter.
"Wanna see something cool?" She asked in curiosity.
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Post by isaac on Jun 6, 2009 1:11:39 GMT -5
He leaned back into the chair and watched Piper as she thought. When she asked if he wanted to see something cool he nodded and smiled at her.
"Sure," He said leaning forward in her seat energetically. "I'd like to see something cool."
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Post by bunky on Jun 6, 2009 1:18:05 GMT -5
Piper smiled and got up from her chair. She walked over to Drifter's side and held out her hand for him to take. She wanted to show him a New York sunset on the lodging house roof. She would go up there and watch the sun go down on the city and wait for the night to come. It was beautiful to see it.
"Come on." She replied and winked at him, hoping he would follow.
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Post by isaac on Jun 6, 2009 2:49:54 GMT -5
Drifter looked up at her when she stood and smiled when she stuck her hand out for him. Standing he pushed his hand into his pocket and put a small pile of change to cover their food and grabbed her hand.
"Lead the way," He said with a laugh as he started to walk and opened the door for her.
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Post by bunky on Jun 6, 2009 12:44:36 GMT -5
((Go to the roof of the Manhattan Lodging House!!))
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Post by raine on Jun 10, 2009 12:38:20 GMT -5
(((((new day)))))
Raine walked into Tibby's with a confident aire, nothing could ruin her mood!
Spotting an empty table she made a beeline for it, sitting her self down and whipping out a newspaper that just wouldn't sell no matter how hard she tried. 'Guess this paper is stuck with me.' she thought and scanned the restraunt hiding most of her feautures behind her pape.
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Post by Christina Mathers on Mar 5, 2010 21:13:18 GMT -5
*New Day*
Christiana was out of it. The world around her was spinning something awful and she felt she could lose herself at any moment. The last six hours of her life were less than a blur and it definately showed on her face. She guessed shse was drunk. It felt like it. She sat with her head resting in her palm, staring blankly down the bottomless pit that was her coffee mug.
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Post by fiddler on Apr 25, 2010 18:14:05 GMT -5
New Day Fiddler clutched her violin case in her left hand and her last two newspapers in her other. It had been a long day, but the feeling of coins tapping together in her pocket made the work worth it. She found a seat at one of the smaller tables and set her things down. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she found the hand-written specials menu on the wall and quickly scanned it. Grilled cheese and a glass of water would suffice. A waiter placed a glass of water in front of her before asking what she wanted. She told him, and when he left, she began to think about her first day of being a newsie. It was hard work, for sure. Harder than she expected, actually. Her feet and back were aching from standing and moving around so much, her voice was no more of a croak from screaming headlines. Thankfully her fingers and her bow arm were still nimble - she would probably be terribly bored if she couldn't play her fiddle. One thing was for sure: she would sleep very well tonight. The waiter placed the grilled cheese in front of her and she thanked him. Answering her stomach's rumbling call, she dug in with gusto. |
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Post by dutchy on Apr 26, 2010 17:08:55 GMT -5
"Heya," Dutchy stopped the waiter, ordering a roast beef sandwich and soda. With no papers in his ink smeared hands, he must have done pretty well for himself today. By the smile on his face it was apparent. The waiter leaving, Dutchy moved to Fiddler's table, having spotted walking in from the street. He couldn't say that he followed her in. That sounded a bit shady.
"Mind if I sit with you?" Dutchy asked, politely, but his hand was on the back of the chair, casually, as if she was expected to oblige. There were several other tables open, but two of them were large tables and another way in the back near the kitchen.
"I heard you playing, yesterday. I meant to toss something your way, but I lost you before I could, so..." He reached in his pocket with his left hand, which held a scar only a few months old on either side of his palm. His pinkie trembled as he set the two pennies in front of her, near her glass.
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Post by fiddler on Apr 27, 2010 19:59:49 GMT -5
Fiddler smiled at Dutchy when he asked if he could sit. "Sure, why not?" she replied, shrugging. She put her sandwich down and gulped down some water.
"I heard you playing, yesterday. I meant to toss something your way, but I lost you before I could, so..."
She watched as he pulled two pennies out of his pocket and placed them on the table. "Thank you," she replied, (quite bashfully,) "I 'preciate it very much."
Fiddler glanced at her two remaining papers and noticed that Dutchy was empty handed. "Had a good day, huh?" she asked. She picked up her sandwich again and nibbled at the corner.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 27, 2010 21:06:03 GMT -5
"Yeah," Dutchy gave a smile, and replied with a tone of relief as if he had been looking for this good day for a long time, which he had. He sat down, removing his hat and running his fingers through his blonde hair. He folded his hat around the brim, shoving it in his back pocket and nodded to her own paper, "Well, you've got something to read at least."
He gave a slight nervous smile, knowing how stupid that sounded. Dutchy tapped his fingers on the table. Maybe he shouldn't have sat down. Sure today was good, but would it last? Maybe it hadn't been all the fumbling with his hand, maybe he was just loosing his touch for headlines. Maybe he was just getting too old...
Dutchy cleared his throat, then realizing he hadn't even introduced himself to her, while trying not to look nervous, "Oh, I'm Dutchy, by the way."
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Post by fiddler on Apr 29, 2010 20:43:38 GMT -5
"I'm Dutchy, by the way."
Fiddler smiled and placed her sandwich on her plate. "Fiddler," she said. "I'm pretty new 'round here, only arrived yesteday."
She remembered meeting another boy back at the lodging house - name was David, she recalled. Nice boy. She hadn't seen him since, but she guessed it was a given, especially with the life of a newsie.
Fiddler felt exhaustion weigh her down. She fought back a yawn, and thought wistfully of her bed at home, which she shared with her two sisters. She missed it without a doubt, but she took this job to help her family out. She had to do this for them.
"If you don't mind me askin'," she said, meeting Dutchy's gaze, "how long have you been a newsie?"
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