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Post by Beverly Tucker on Sept 28, 2008 11:43:30 GMT -5
Beverly Tucker had two very important things to learn in life. You can 't trust anyone who has more money in their pocket then five dollars and you can't trust anyone who has less than two. The dark haired wonder knew that in the goings on of her day, to day. She was an artist of sorts. She took what she saw in the world and threw charcoals she could create fantastic imagery or winding lines and swirls, showing the whole world the beauty in a storm.
She was doing that now, watching the way the wind swept down the creek into the trees, seeing things others could not imagine in the stroke of a line. Hearing the voices of ages past that had walked the same creek and not even thought of seeing the same things.
For the most part she was a hermit, a girl akin to doing what she chose and damning the consequences. But it wasn't necessarily true, as far as people went Beverly was afraid of her own shadow. And now as the light began to fade over the trees she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand to attention. Lifting her eyes to the darkening water she could see the ripple of a fish trying to catch a bug and she paused, turning behind her for a moment. It wasn't as if her nervousness was unheard of.
But it also wasn't as if she was taking the impending moonlight well either.
"I stayed to late," she amended quietly as she tried to find the rest of her charcoals, but they were no where to be found. She wanted to curse but found the words lost on an impeding panic.
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Post by Jace's Thread Moving Account on Oct 5, 2008 9:08:20 GMT -5
Benjamin was terrified. He kicked and thrashed, but it seemed that the more he fought, the tighter he was held, until his arms ached with the force of the strong hands around them. His glasses has become askew, and he could hardly see where they were taking him, but he had a pretty good idea as soon as he heard the babble of the creek. He thrashed more, now exhausted from his plight, but the boys only laughed harder and jerked his arm so it pained him. He knew, knew, he shouldn't have made his way into Brooklyn for any reason. A skinny little nearsighted Manhattan boy was an easy target for Brooklyn boys who were looking for something to do with their lives. It was also just his luck that they weren't too far from the creek.
One boy hissed to the other as they came to the river's edge, "One...two..." The "Three!" they both screamed together, and Benjamin was cast through the air. He flailed his arms, knowing full well he looked like an idiot, and fell into the water with a splash. He scrambled for the surface, but not before hitting his arm hard on a rock in the riverbed, and gasped for air. His hat had fallen off and was floating nearby. He seized it, and looked behind him as the Brooklyn boys walked away chuckling, as if nothing had happened. Benjamin fumed internally, but kept silent. He knew better than to scream anything at them: they might just come back and make sure he stayed under. He gripped his arm, certain it was either cut or terribly bruised, and cursed under his breath. Why was it always him?
He shook out his wet cap and put it back on his head, shivering in the chill September wind. He wiped the lenses of his glasses free of water, leaving them streaked and not much for the better, before he saw a girl sitting nearby, looking for something, it seemed. He could find nothing out of place, and wondered if she had seen him, and there as no doubt she had. Embarrassed, he waded out of the river and climbed to the opposite bank. He shivered violently, and looked disdainfully at his shoulder bag of newspapers, all of which were ruined. He glanced at the girl. "Don't mind me..." he mumbled, and he had the feeling she wouldn't. No one ever did.
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Post by Beverly Tucker on Oct 5, 2008 16:09:39 GMT -5
Beverly had still been scrounging when she'd seen the men approaching , her dark eyes widening as she wrapped her arms around herself for a moment as she watched. Dangerous boys, she inched herself back into the shadows of the trees.
"One...two..." The "Three!"
Eyes lighting she forgot to look for her charcoals or even her pad of paper, the other boys gone she looked around to be sure and got to her feet unsteadily. She didn't really need to wear the glasses she wore, but she did anyway. She'd actually abandoned them on the bank as she made her way over to the soaking wet boy. It wasn't to even protect herself, but she held her shawl over her shoulders as she watched him wade towards her.
He glanced at the girl. "Don't mind me..." he mumbled, and he had the feeling she wouldn't.
She held out her hand to him and after thinking a moment she took off her shawl and draped it over his shoulders to help him fight the chill that was threatening. Her eyes were dark, but bright as she took a step back to see him over. It was her mother coming out in her, the softness that Sasha had always maintained.
"Are you alright?" she asked after a moment of watching him shake, she'd forgotten to be self conscious, forgotten to be timid. He'd needed someone to help him and she was there. Even though she had no friends to speak of, it wasn't because of her character. It was because she avoided contact.
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Post by Jace's Thread Moving Account on Oct 20, 2008 18:55:57 GMT -5
Benjamin stood still as the girl approached him. She said nothing, and he suddenly wondered. Was she deaf or mute? She wordlessly handed him her shawl, which he accepted without a second thought. "Thanks a lot," he said earnestly. He put the shawl around his shoulders awkwardly, more used to a jacket. He was almost expecting armholes. She retreated slightly again, and looked at him. He looked back, his usually good manners lost to his sudden predicament, and after a moment said, "S-Sorry. I, ah, didn't mean to disturb you." He thought for a moment. "But as you probably saw I didn't have much of a choice in the matter." Damn Irish boys...
"Are you alright?"
So she could speak. Good, he thought, something less to worry about. He didn't know what he would have done if she'd been deaf or something. He cleared his throat and replied, "Yes, thank you. Cold, wet, out of money, slightly bruised and coming down with a cold...but I'm fine." He gave her a slight grin. He took off his glasses a moment later, wiped them clear on the edge of the shawl, and put them back on. The girl who had helped him looked rather kind, and he was grateful she'd decided to be proactive about it. He didn't blame her for standing by beforehand: there wasn't much she could do anyway.
"Thank you," he said. "Um...my--my name's Benjamin. Benjamin Epstein." His manners were coming back to him. "Pleased to meet you, Miss...?"
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Post by Beverly Tucker on Oct 20, 2008 23:52:41 GMT -5
"S-Sorry. I, ah, didn't mean to disturb you." He thought for a moment. "But as you probably saw I didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
She smiled softly and shook her head slowly but she still kept her distance, she always kept her distance. But her smile was soft if not incredibly shy, she was that. Shy and timid.
"It happened very fast," she admitted quietly. He seemed to be outmatched and out numbered in that situation.
"Yes, thank you. Cold, wet, out of money, slightly bruised and coming down with a cold...but I'm fine."
"Thank you," he said. "Um...my--my name's Benjamin. Benjamin Epstein." His manners were coming back to him. "Pleased to meet you, Miss...?"
She tilted her head and watched him for a moment, "Tucker, Beverly Tucker.." He seemed very sweet so she didn't believe she needed to keep her distance so far, he was cold and wet so she turned to her things and walked over, finding her clean towel that she hadn't yet used. She walked back and set it on his head so that he could dry her hair.
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Post by Jace's Thread Moving Account on Dec 14, 2008 22:29:42 GMT -5
"It happened very fast."
"Huh," Benji scoffed a little in spite of himself. "Try being the one about to be thrown into a freezing lake. When you're on the other end of things, everything seems painfully slow..." He coughed, and his head throbbed with the beginnings of a head cold. What would he be able to do, if he had to stay home without selling his papers for the remainder of the week? If he were bigger, he'd toss those Brooklyn boys off their own pier and pull up the ladder. See how tough they were when they were too tired to tread water anymore. He brushed aside the slightly sadistic thoughts, though, and returned to the situation at hand. The girl handed him a body rag, and he took it gratefully. "Gosh, thanks a lot. You've been awfully kind..."
"Tucker, Beverly Tucker.."
"A pleasure, Miss Tucker." He nodded to her. He would have taken her hand in some kind of gesture, if he wasn't still soaking wet. He would have to suffer the awkwardness of returning her shawl and things to her, all now dripping wet. Benjamin shivered as a gust of wind came off the distant harbor. "I'm certainly lucky you were here, aren't I? Otherwise I'd have certainly caught something trying to get home." Now he only had a fifty percent chance of falling sick. It was something, and Benjamin had learned to take what he could get.
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