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Post by Mitzi on Mar 5, 2011 2:24:51 GMT -5
The truth of the Matter was, Mizti was having a fairly scattered day, so she was only answering the last thing Jewel said. Anything else went promptly out of her head when she made another comment, or asked another question. It wasn't that she was rude, or that she was trying to be annoying or anything of that kind. She wasn't very good at carrying on more than one conversation at once, so right now Mitzi was talking about clouds. If Jewel wanted to ask her another question, she'd have to be sure and mention it after everything else.
As for Jewel and Mitzi being similar, had Mitzi been able to answer that she would have promptly disagreed and proved it to her by copying her accent. She purposely didn't mimic people's accents however, because she discovered that people are often offended if you mimic them, they feel as though they're being mocked. Though lately, perhaps she'd be better off just pretending she spoke that way all the time and slowly slide into an accent and hopefully they didn't notice. However, Mitzi was not thinking of these things at this point at all. She was focused on the clouds.
She shivered a little and wrapped her top around her a little tighter. She tapped the side of the box in rhythm still as she leaned back on her free hand and looked up at the clouds. "I don't know, I think it might snow instead..." the wind was picking up and the temperature was going down. Mitzi wasn't the biggest fan of cold. She sighed a little and shook her head. "Cold is not fun at all usually, unless you get to play in the snow."
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 5, 2011 2:47:02 GMT -5
Jewel wrapped her jacket around herself tighter as well. The temperature had dropped harshly in the last hour or so. As much as Jewel loved talking with Mitzi, she knew she would've had to leave and go back home to the Bronx soon enough.
"Snow?! No way! That would be just awful if that happened. I hate the snow. I've had to trudge through it for weeks at a time so far, and if you're a newsie like I am... The snow is not fun when you've been out sellin' papes all day." she explained to Mitzi.
Jewel smiled a little bit when Mitzi mentioned about playing in the snow. It was something she loved in her younger days.
"I used to have snowball fights with my sister when I was younger. It was a lot of fun, but that was about when I was 5 or 6 years old. My sister used to sneak up on me and put snow down my back. She was mean like that at times, but sometimes we had a good time." she sighed.
Just then she looked over at Mitzi, and smiled again "Do you like having snowball fights, Mitzi?" he asked her.
Jewel straightened up her cap, smoothed out the skirt she knew it was a mistake for her to wear, and sat down on one of the crates. New York winters were the worst at times.
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Post by Mitzi on Mar 5, 2011 8:57:15 GMT -5
Mitzi sad blinking up at the clouds for a bit as she sort of let her mind drift again. She wondered what it would be like to fly and touch clouds. She thought they would feel like cotton probably, and less like bunnies, and probably not very much like sheep at all. No, cotton seemed like clouds would be made of it, for it was soft, but strong too, and sometimes clouds were very strong. Mitzi thought it would be fun to fly above the clouds to see how far she could go up there. She also wondered what the clouds looked like from the top. Perhaps up there they were bright orange! Wouldn't that be amazing?
At the question of asked if she liked having snowball fights in the snow she shrugged. "I do not do that often," she explained, her diction still clear as a bell. However, since she had calmed down after being riled up and scared it wasn't as harsh as it was before, and though the consonants were still true enough, the diction was a bit more bearable once she was in a better mood as she was now. "Besides, I think they are fun, but aren't nice. I think hitting people with large balls of snow could hurt. I think if you got too cold, you might freeze. I always take cold in small amounts."
It was an odd statement, but true enough. Mitzi had heard of them finding cave men in ice from years ago, and she had figured that those cave men just spent too much time outside, and didn't warm themselves up often enough, so they got froze in giant blocks of ice. Unfortunate really, but that would teach the cavemen to play outside all day without coats on. Silly people from before Jesus' time.
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 5, 2011 19:02:47 GMT -5
Jewel knew she couldn't disagree with Mitzi when she said that. The winters around here were killer, and it would be nice to have a warm place to be at the moment. If it snowed right now, Jewel would be high-tailing it back to the Bronx.
"Yeah, I agree with you there, sweetie. The cold is nothing to fool around with." she said.
"I remembered one time, I had frostbite from one of my many snowball fights with my sister, and it was the most awful experience. My feet were all blue, and they hurt for days. I was lucky to be a live afterwards. So believe me, I can't tell you how right you are when you said about taking the cold in small amounts. It's always a good thing to do." Jewel sighed, looking up at the sky.
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Post by Mitzi on Mar 6, 2011 15:51:21 GMT -5
For some reason, Mitzi had never heard of feet turning blue. So, it was a big shock to her. "Your feet turned BLUE?!" she said. Her eyes were wide and full of interest. "Why did they turn blue do you think?" she asked. "I mean it is quite confusing to think about. If your blood froze you would think it would look like ice, and ice is clear." Mitzi didn't understand that other liquids besides water could freeze.
However, she promptly forgot really and stopped caring about why feet should be flue and said, "sounds like a lot of fun, snowball fights with siblings," she said with a smile to her. "but yes, small doses of cold are best, but it should be warmer now I think..." winter had to be about over.
"Do you live here?" she asked, meaning Manhattan. She was actually asking for a reason. She had forgotten which way was south, and she would need to find that if she was to be getting home. She figured that the best person to ask would be someone who lived here. She didn't rightly care where Jewel lived if it wasn't in Manhattan, however, she just wanted to know which way to go to get home when she would need to go. She hoped she could remember after someone told her or she'd have to ask again.
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 6, 2011 17:45:16 GMT -5
Jewel laughed when Mitzi said that snowball fights with siblings can be fun.
"Yeah, snowball fights with my sister were always fun. But that was long ago." she said, her laughter fading suddenly.
She nodded in agreement "Oh it's gonna get warmer soon enough. It's just turning into March now, so Spring should be right around the corner. But I wish it would get here a lot faster." she said.
Jewel's eyes widened when Mitzi asked her where she lived "Ummm...I live in the Bronx, but I used to live in Brooklyn before that. I have to go back the way I came which is that way to the left." she said, pointing in the general direction.
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Post by Mitzi on Mar 7, 2011 11:51:24 GMT -5
When Jewel explained that she lived in the Bronx, Mitzi lost interest in the rest of her sentence. She had answered her question, and that was all she cared about at the moment, so as Jewel continued to talk Mitzi stopped paying attention to her. She was beyond spacey, and she liked to focus on the things she wanted to focus on, and right now she was more interested in getting home. She didn't know if Jewel knew the way to Brooklyn, (mostly because she didn't listen to the rest of her sentence as she explained that was where she was from) so as far as she was concerned, there wasn't much else to talk about.
She continued to sit on her crate and look up and down the streets at the people, some with news papers, some doing other things, some buying things, and some selling. It was always so interesting to watch people. They were nice and interesting when you could watch them. Then they didn't have to try and understand you, and you didn't have to try and understand them. You could make up stories about them, life histories and futures, and they'd never know and it would never be that important.
"I think I should get home," she said as she hopped off the crate. Though it had been nice meeting Jewel she didn't think there was much else to talk about, so why hang around? Mitzi wasn't the type to try and force a conversation when one wasn't to be had, but she would talk to someone when they were interesting, or when she was interested in them. she had had fun playing with the crates though, maybe she would come back, or try and find crates somewhere in Brooklyn. She didn't know yet... but they made the best drum sets, she had discovered.
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 12, 2011 20:47:07 GMT -5
Jewel sighed as she looked up at the sky, and it looked like the weather was slowly changing, and she could tell that the weather was beginning to change very quickly. She knew she had to get home soon back to the Bronx, but she wasn't ready to go back there just yet, so she might stay in Manhattan.
Mitzi had been a pleasure to talk to all this time, a little in her own world, but a pleasure nonetheless. She had a good day so far.
She turned back to Mitzi and looked at her with a smile. She had just heard Mitzi mention that he had to be getting home soon. Jewel nodded in understanding.
"Yes, I think I might be heading home soon myself, but I don't feel much like it yet. So I might
be staying in Manhattan a little while longer. But it's been really great speaking with you, Mitzi. I'm sure we will meet up somewhere else someday." she told Mitzi with a smile.
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Post by Mitzi on Mar 14, 2011 1:04:24 GMT -5
Mitzi listened to her mention that they might some day meet up again. "I dunno why we would... but I guess stranger things have happened," she said with a small nod to the girl. It seemed fully logical to her. After all, it was true, stranger things had happened to Mitzi before. She took her drum sticks one in each hand and sort of waved one in a good bye sort of way. She didn't say anything else after that however.
She started walking down the street and walked very close to a brick building and allowed her drum stick to run along the wall, clicking as she walked, and she listened to the rhythm like it was a drum beat on improvisation all on it's own. It was as though she were listening to music. She would walk along until she could find some one to point her towards the Brooklyn Bride, and then she'd take it to get her home. Surely it wouldn't be that difficult, not in Manhattan, and she felt as though she were walking south, wasn't all that difficult after all, was it?
After a few minutes of walking the thing she remembered most from her conversation with Jewel is how friendly the girl was, and how odd it was to her that someone who she had just met was so... open. She made a mental note to try and remember that, some how. The more people she met the more she felt that she would sooner or later fit in with these newsies. And she hoped it would be sooner.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jun 21, 2011 19:42:35 GMT -5
(New Day - Open)
Sweetheart bought her papers and sat down on the crates while she read through her papers. She was going to sell with her brother but he wasn't here yet. Jewel was no where to be found back at the lodging house and all that Sweetheart could do was wait. If neither her brother nor Jewel came within an hour, Sweetheart would go and sell on her own. It wasn't safe for her, but she didn't want to starve so she had to sell at least half of her papers.
A loud sound of chatter reached Sweetheart's ears and she looked up. There weren't any of the Bronx Newsies since they had come early and were already selling back in the Bronx. It was the newsies in Manhattan. Sweetheart only met one of them: Specs. Sweetheart tried looking for him in the crowd of Manhattaners and she failed. She couldn't if he was there or not. She looked back down at her newspaper and continued to read about a far-fetched article about a baby born with two heads. She didn't believe it. Suddenly a shadow fell upon her and she tensed.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 21, 2011 21:18:28 GMT -5
Catty walked through the streets of Manhattan to get her papers. She got no sleep at the Lodging House with all of the noise that had been going on. She was exhausted.
*Fucking boys and their yelling* she thought to herself.
She then came towards the Distribution Center, and saw that she was early and the gates weren't even open yet. So, she saw a girl sitting there. She walked up behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey there, little girl. Are you waiting on this place to open as well?" She asked her.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jun 21, 2011 22:48:43 GMT -5
Sweetheart looked up and smiled. She was happy that it was a girl and not one of the Delanceys. The girl was gorgeous.
"Yes, Ma'm. You also waiting for the center?" she asked. Her usual innocent voice was always there, whether she wants it there or not. It annoyed her relentlessly.
"I'm Sweetheart Snow. What's your name, miss?" she asked smiling. She was happy that someone was willing to talk to her. She was still trying to gt used to people not avoiding her like the Black Plague.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 22, 2011 0:31:04 GMT -5
Catty looked at Sweetheart with a slight tilt of her head and a smile. She then flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder, and looked at the girl with a natural interest. She then heard the girl ask her a question. Catty nodded and looked behind her for a second.
"Yeah, I am. Gotta get a start on selling me papes, love. You would think that after 4 years of doing this, I wouldn't get here so early." She said with a small smile and a laugh.
When she heard the girl introduce herself, Catty nodded to the girl, and stroked her hair gently.
"Well, hello there Sweetheart. My name is Catherine Sinclair...but you can call me "Catty". Everyone around here does." She said, smiling again.
Catty then looked at Sweetheart with a slight confusion. "You aint from here though, Sweetie. Manhattan, I mean. Am I right in assuming this?" She asked her.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jun 22, 2011 17:03:56 GMT -5
Sweetheart smiled at Catty. "I love your name. It's really nice to meet you."
Then, she shook her head when Catty asked her if she was from Manhattan. "No, Miss Catty. I'm from the Bronx." she answered.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 22, 2011 17:25:12 GMT -5
Catty nodded when Sweetheart said that she was from The Bronx. She smiled widely at the girl.
"Oh I love the Bronx...It's one of my favorite borough besides Manhattan and Brooklyn. It's a great area." She said.
Catty then looked at Sweetheart with a small interest. She had met some very interesting people in Manhattan before, but never a girl as sweet looking as this girl.
"So, Sweetheart...Do you have any other friends out in the Bronx? I mean, besides the girls you work with. That is." She said.
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