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Post by Jester on Apr 26, 2008 15:22:35 GMT -5
Jester groaned as she flopped down on a nearby bench. Her bowler fell over her head and she pushed it back up a bit. Her long curls hung down her back and over her shoulders as she set most of her papers beside her.
She really hated this dress. It was an ugly grayish blue, the one she wore from when she had run away from the orphanage. It was so heavy and it got warm so easily. PLus it didnt help that the weather was so hot today, it had been going back and forth from humid to warm to hot to slightly chilly, it was so weird. She didnt really know what was going on with the weather, but she wished it would stop.
Her blue green eyes glanced over at her papes and she let out a heavy sigh. She had been selling for a couple years now and she still sucked at it. THe fact that she couldnt even sell fifteen lousy papers was just rediculous. She needed money for lodging, food, and of course drinks,t hen again she could go without food just as long as she got some drinks.
She already was quite thin, she really needed more food then drink, but Jester had a bit of a drinking problem. She seriously blamed it on a good friend of hers, Patrick. He had always slid her drinks and such, plus he had been the one to look out for her, though now he was gone. Killed at the hands of the wardern. Sure it had been called an accident, but she knew what truely happened. Poor patrick..
her eyes became sad for a breif moment as she thought a bout patrick, but then she pushed those feelings aside as she looked around. She needed to find someone that she could sell these to, or at least someone that would buy her something to drink... or eat.
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Post by Jinks on Apr 26, 2008 16:35:18 GMT -5
Jinks was walking down Hoover Avenue. She was bored and tired; she had nothing to do in this world anymore. She looked up at the sky while walking, which isn't a very good idea; she was thinking like she usually does and then tripped over her own feet. "I'm such a klutz," she said and looked up and saw Jester on a bench.
"Hey Jester," said Jinks as she walked up to her. "Not a good day?" she asked as she looked down at her. She and Jester were good friends ever since they first meet in the pub at Brooklyn. She hasn't talk to her in a while.
She saw all the papers that she had and looked at Jester. "Wow that's a lot of papers," she said "Ya want some help with them?" she asked hoping she can help her poor friend.
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Post by Jester on Apr 30, 2008 23:44:56 GMT -5
Jester started playing with her hair as she watched the passerby'ers. She mused herself with where they could possibly be going or what kind of drama could be going on in their lives. A playful little smile played on her lips as she laned back on the bench.
She heard something and her blue green eyes landed on Jinks. Her brows rose as the girl straightened herself commenting on how she was a klutz. Thats when blue eyes met hers and her grin got wider. "hey ya Jinks"she replied. "Well...'She looked down at her papers. "Depends...."She shrugged> "You know me... Im not the best seller in the world" Jester shrugged again. No she wasnt, she was the worst seller. Again she asked herself why she had even attmpted to be a newsie still.
"What about you?"She asked. "You seem to be... doing great"she laughed at her sarcastic comment. "ah, nevermind"she waved her hand. "Im just kidding"
At her offer to help, Jester tilted her head curiously at her. "hm.. I dont know"She said. "I suppose so... Ill buy ya a drink afterwards?"She offered. |
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