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Post by paintbrush on Oct 24, 2006 20:08:12 GMT -5
"Oh, it doesn't matter! I'll let you decide because you know Brooklyn better." She walked over to the door and rested her hand on the knob, smiling. She was glad to have met one nice person here. With a little laugh she scooped up Curtis and, in a cooing voice she wasn't ashamed to let Dusty hear, told him to watch the apartment while she was out. She referred to herself as 'Mama' when talking to the kitten, and only belatedly realized how silly she must have sounded.
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Post by dusty on Oct 25, 2006 20:23:38 GMT -5
Dusty smiled, she didn't think Paintbrush sounded silly, she loved animals and had been guilty of speaking to her own pets that way. "He's a cutie..." she grinned at her newly made friend. "Okay, so Brooklyn..." she thought a moment. "Do you want to meet some of the newsies?"
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 25, 2006 20:55:43 GMT -5
Paintbrush nodded. "I don't suppose it would hurt any." She set Curtis down, beginning to turn the doorknob. "Well, let's go, shall we?" She seemed calm, but was inwardly starting to feel a little anxious. Time was a-wasting, and she hated to waste time. No need to hurry Dusty, though, she thought a little guiltily.
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Post by dusty on Oct 27, 2006 8:51:02 GMT -5
Dusty nodded. "Of course!" she stepped out of the apartment, slightly wondering what had gotten Paintbrush so frazzled.
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Post by paintbrush on Oct 29, 2006 16:33:07 GMT -5
(New Day)
Eleanor stood by the window, staring down at the street, and again she felt a pang of loneliness. So many people, in all four of the boroughs, were in love. She wondered briefly if she would ever be able to say the same for herself. Ah, well, life didn't revolve entirely around love, she thought as she set up her easel by the window and began to paint.
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Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 21:20:44 GMT -5
*Uhhh... different plot  * Moore walked down the street and up to the apartment. "So, this is where you live?" she asked. She waited to open the door, remembering Curtis. |
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Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 21:23:50 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, it is." Eleanor opened the door just wide enough for Moore to slip through, and then quickly entered. "Hurry, honey, he's as fast as blazes when he gets a mind to be!" She tugged Moore's belongings into the apartment.
(if it's more than 48 hours after the last post on a thread, you can start a new RP day and say so before your IC post)
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Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 21:25:48 GMT -5
Moore rushed in, at the same time trying not to scare Curtis. She quickly shut the door. Moore looked around the room, and nodded. "Nice," she said approvingly. She bent down and stroked Curtis.
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Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 21:28:46 GMT -5
Eleanor grinned. "Well, we can set you up a bed in here for the night," she indicated the corner where a new mattress lay, "It's warm over there, and I have a lot of blankets. Unless you'd like to take the bed in my room and I can sleep out here."
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Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 21:31:08 GMT -5
"No, it's fine, I'll sleep in here," Moore said, "Thank you so much for letting me stay," Moore picked up a blanket and layed down on the mattress. She yawned. "What time is it?" she asked.
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Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 21:34:58 GMT -5
"Late," Eleanor replied softly, glancing out the window. The moon hung in the sky, bright and large. She couldn't recall the last time she had used its position to tell time, but the method now escaped her. "You can keep Curtis out here with you if you want..."
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Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 21:37:29 GMT -5
"Ok," Moore replied sleepily, "I think I'll be goin' to sleep now, I'd prob'ly doze off anyway," Moore layed her head down. "Good night, Eleanor. Excuse me, paintbrush," Moore smiled. Paintbrush was a nice name.
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Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 21:40:29 GMT -5
Eleanor smiled down at the girl, full of a strange feeling. Was it maternal in nature, perhaps? She brushed a hand over Moore's hair, feather-lightly, not wanting to disturb her, and realized she would do anything to protect the girl. Maybe she was beginning to develop a maternal side, after all.
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Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 21:43:51 GMT -5
Moore stirred. She was dreaming, dreaming about what it would be like if her parents hadn't forgotten her, if they weren't in Canada... if they were even alive. That was the one thing Moore didn't know, the thing that made her wake up screaming in the middle of the night, sweating and fretting. But tonight was diifferent. She felt safe, and sure. She didn't know what she was sure of, but it was a good feeling, and she wasn't scared.
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Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 21:47:52 GMT -5
Eleanor continued to watch Moore for a moment, then placed the dozing Curtis next to her and quietly turned down the lamp before going into her own bedroom. Sighing, she closed the door and leaned against it. If Moore chose not to become a newsie, would she stay here?
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