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Post by Boxer on Apr 22, 2008 20:28:07 GMT -5
Boxer made her way to the park. She hadnt planned on staying in Harlem, but it was late and she didnt really want to go any further. She glanced up at the sky, the moon was barely there, only a sliver right now and it didnt shed much light on the park. Her eyes traveled around the place, taking special attention to the darkest parts, listening for an movement.
Boxer still didnt have a place to stay, she kind of liked not actually staying anywhere, though all of her things were on the top of the manhatten lodging house and it seemed so far, that no one cared.
Pulling her hat off, she let her braid fall to her shoulders, and then she proceeded to untie it , running her fingers through her hair. She let out a sigh of relief now that her hair wasnt pulling at her head. IT had really started to give her a headache, but it was slowly starting to leave now.
She heard some noise and she stopped, retreating under a tree as she replaced her hat ontop of her head. Straining her eyes, she could make out two drunks, cutting through the park. She stayed still waiting for them to go.
((ack sorry that was terrible))
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 23, 2008 10:18:44 GMT -5
Mike strolled down the streets of Harlem, no destination in mind. Breathing in the night air, Mike felt a peace. Sometimes, the drive of revenge can be tiring. Just being able to stand and breath was a relief. The lust to kill can tire ones body.
Mike let his head fall back, as he looked up to the stars. Sometimes he wondered why he wasted his time with the newsies. Why waste an entire life time?
Then, Mike would remember his father and mother. They were dead and Mike had no one to go to. So, he went to the newsies. For awhile, it was great. After sometime, though, they wouldn't listen to him. They wouldn't let him be in charge. If they just would have given up....
Mike clenched his fist and took a deep breath. His eyes were closed and he let the cold night air embrace him. They deserved all he was planning to do. They deserved every last bit.
A sound came from his left, from a bar. Mike rolled his eyes and retreated to the park, which was only a few feet from the bar. Finding a nice tree, Mike scooted down it and leaned his head on it. He could fall asleep here.
A young was retreating to his same spot, probably for his same reasons. He could see this through his squinted eyes. She coward behind the tree, inches away from him. He had perfect view of her, but she wasn't facing him, so she couldn't see him.
He chuckled lightly and cleared his throat. "It's not very safe out this time of night, especially for a girl." He closed his eyes and leaned against the tree, waiting for her response.
{No, that was fine! Really}
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Post by Boxer on Apr 23, 2008 12:41:32 GMT -5
She continued to wait and listen, their loud drunk voices getting quieter as they continued on and she stepped away from the tree a bit to watch their retreating figures. Just when she thought she was alone a voice behind her chuckled a bit and cleared their throat. Boxer stiffened a bit, not from fright, but with alertness ready to take on whoever was behind her.
Boxer rolled her eyes at the comment. People always thought that just because she was a girl, she was in danger of everything. "A Helpless one maybe"she retorted back. "though same can be said for a boy"She said and turned towards the tree to see who it was.
She couldnt see anyone so she moved around it just a bit and sure enough, there sat a guy against the tree. Quirking a brow she crossed her arms over her chest giving him a semi hard look. She couldnt really make out his features, it was quite dark under the tree and there werent any of the lights near them that lit up some of the park.
Boxer wished she hadnt taken her hair down. Looking like a guy gave her just a bit more confidence, because then her opponent didnt always feel the need to pick on her or throw rude comments at her. Of course then they did whenever they found out that her get up was fake and she really was a girl, but at least by then she'd given them a black eye and a some bruises.
With a scowl to herself she mentally shook her head. She would just have to handle this as a girl and hope to hell the guy didnt think he was mr. superior just because she was a girl.
Keeping herself alert just in case whoever this was decided to try something, especially since She didnt recognize his voice and he could very well be the type to sit around waiting for something to come around for him to pounce on. Then again he could be just like her and was looking for a place to sleep. Boxer wasnt going to give him any kind of leeway just yet though, and she knew she could at least hold her own if she was right on one of those accounts.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 23, 2008 14:21:25 GMT -5
A Helpless one maybe, though same can be said for a boy
Mike chuckled and nodded. “Your right,” he said simply. He wasn’t in the mood to argue and he hadn’t expected her to reply the way she did. The only reason he was here was to get some peace and quiet, but why was she?
“Why are you here, love?” He spoke his thoughts. Opening his eyes, he watched as the girl rounded the tree and came up in front of him. His eyes were now adjusted to the dark and he could make out just a few of her features.
The moon reflected off her long, brown hair. Her arms were crossed over her chest in a protective manner. She was dressed like a newsie. Mike smirked. They were just drawn to him.
“I couldn’t help but notice that your attire,” he started. “Are you a newsie?” Making conversation was a specialty of Mike’s. He could make any awkward situation comfortable with a few simple words.
Mike always wondered why girls were newsies. There was better jobs out there, that paid more. Of course, he didn’t mean selling their bodies, but maybe a seamstress or a baker. Why lug around a pile of heavy newspapers in the hot sun?
That brought Mike to the thought that he needed a job. The money he brought with him back from England wasn’t going to last forever. In fact, Mike wouldn’t be surprised if it ran out next week. He needed to pay the bill for his apartment, but also needed to eat.
He brushed these thoughts aside, saving them for later. Bringing his attention back to the girl in front of him, Mike smirked even wider. If he kept this up, he would have half of the newsies under his thumb by the end of the week.
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Post by Boxer on Apr 23, 2008 19:49:57 GMT -5
Boxer only narrowed her eyes a bit more as he agreed easily with her. She hadnt really expected that answer, she hadnt expected one at all, but least of all him agreeing with her. Maybe he was agreeing to get her to trust him, shed been there before, but he would be sadly mistaken. Then again maybe he just ... did agree. If he did then... well that just wasnt right. Boys rarely agreed with her especially if it had to do with something that would put their ego down a bit.
She tilted her head a bit her lips firming. "None of your business"she said quickly. "and Im not your love" she rertorted with a little snap in itailian. She hadnt realized she said it in itailan, it was just something she did and she had been trying to refrain from that. She had noticed his accent and even if it was some term they used, she didnt like being referred to like that.
Boxers brows rose at his comment on her clothes. "Are you always this nosy?"she asked. "I do not know you and we've barely even swapped much of anything so I doubt you care what I do in life"she said. "and what of you? I can hardly think that someone looking as you do is homeless." Her speech was a lot more educated than most of the newsies, unless they were, well educated newsies.
She was not going to share her life with this boy, for one she didnt know him and for two she didnt trust him. Even if she did sell once and awhile, she didnt think he really needed to know. Once they parted ways she doubted she would ever see him again.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 24, 2008 7:32:35 GMT -5
"None of your business. And Im not your love"
Mike raised his eyebrows and turned to look at her completely. Amazing how girls act in New York. They dress like guys; talk like guys; eat like guys; lodge with guys. In England you wouldn't get away with that. It would be looked down upon in society. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "Is your bite worse than your bark?" He inquired, playfully.
Mike also noted her accent. He was surprised she didn't notice his. Both of their words dripped with heavy accidents. Italian. It intrigued him. It sounded very cute coming from her. "Are you Italian?" He asked abruptly.
She started to rant about how they barely met and how she didn't know him enough to tell him anything. Mike rolled his eyes and sighed. Tonight he wasn't really trying to wards his goal of revenge. If anything he just wanted to relax. But if he could, Mike would try.
"and what of you? I can hardly think that someone looking as you do is homeless."
Mike nodded, "You are correct," he said this, matching her educated speech. "I live in Brooklyn..." He trailed. What was he doing here, in Harlem? Oh, thats right he was trying to take over the newsies. But he also just wanted some peace.
Though, he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this conversation. He liked talking to people that made him think, or were witty with their comments. Especially girls.
{*sigh* That was awful}
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Post by Boxer on Apr 24, 2008 14:59:28 GMT -5
Boxer frowned a bit and licked her lips, but did not reply to him. He was playing with her and she knew it. Maybe she was overreacting a bit. Lord knows when she had done that to Jack he had turned out to be pretty decent. She still didnt fully trust Jack, but at least she wasnt always overly cautious around him. She let her stance relax a bit, but not completely. If she got alarmed by him, her guard would go right back up.
Boxer moved her weight to her other foot and then quirked a brow at his abrupt question on whether she was Italian. "Hmm... partially"she said, not really giving much of a full answer. Boxer could be painfully blunt at times and she didnt really find much good coming from lying, but the way she had grown up, lies were all she knew. To be honest she didnt know much of what was real for her or not, but she did need to find her brother and if she needed to lie to do that, she would. It wouldnt be anything new to her.
"Why are you here?"she asked but this time she didnt mean the park. She meant here, in new York, because he obviously wasnt from around here and she could pick many places he would be from, though that didnt mean she would be correct.
"brooklyn? Then why...'She stopped and shook her head. She wasnt interested... at least thats what she told herself. She didnt have time to gain friends, so she had told her self over and over not to waste her time on being interested in other people and their lives or what they did. They were none of her business, getting to know someone only meant that there was a possibility of getting attached and when she had to leave she didnt want anything that would make her have to rethink or.. tie her to this place.
((naw its all good lol.))
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 24, 2008 18:37:44 GMT -5
"Hmm... partially
Mike grunted and rolled his eyes. What kind of answer was that? She was nervous around him and he didn't blame her. If he was a girl and a random guy started talking to him, he would be a little cautious. It amused, though, how she acted. She was closed up and protective of her self. She tried to be tough, but Mike could see through he facade.
"Why are you here?"
Mike smirked. "Do change the world as we know it," he told her truthfully. It was the truth. He was going to change the world, or the newsies world, and everyone in it. Figuring she thought he was joking, Mike laughed. His voice echoed through the night, sending a chill down his spine.
"brooklyn? Then why...
Mike raised his eyebrows, taunting her. "Go on...." He was now sitting up, watching her everyone move. Her arms were still crossed over her chest and she still stood shoulder width apart, almost in a fighting stance.
{Rawr, short}
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Post by Boxer on Apr 26, 2008 14:50:11 GMT -5
She arched her brow, giving him a skeptical look when he said he was there to change the world. "hm..'She nodded> "right.. and how do you plan on doing that?"she asked, wondering just what exactly he meant by that. She shook her head a bit as he laughed, he was playing with her. Boxer frowned a bit not really sure that she liked that much. She didnt like to think of herself as uptight, but strangers were never top of her list to let in to how she really was. Besides this stranger was teasing and toying with her, that was even more reason not to give in to anything.
When he urged her to go on, she clamped her mouth shut and shook her head. "i dont care."she stated. "its none of your business"
She would be a hypocrit to ask him why he was in harlem when she wouldnt even answer him when he asked her. She would not be turned around and have things thrown into her face, so therefore she would not ask. She might be curious about things, but she was also very stubborn and she could control herself not to be too curious.
Boxer licked her lips and just held his gaze, almost as if she was having a staring contest. Though it was more like she wouldnt let him get the better of her and if she held his gaze without a blink then maybe he would see that.... maybe.
((sorry mines not much better))
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 26, 2008 17:21:05 GMT -5
"right.. and how do you plan on doing that?"
Mike put on a serious expression and sat up, crossing his legs. "Well," he began, quite serious. "I am going to kill off all the leaders, and then just take the newsies..." He nodded, satisfied with his plan. He could tell she was not near as amused as her was. In fact, Mike could feel her tense up. She was obviously not enjoying this. But he really was having a blast.
"its none of your business"
Mike held his hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine... don't tell me.." Mike smirked at her and mumbled, "I was just trying to be sociable..." He rolled his eyes, fully aware of how mad this was going to make her. He added extra emphasis to the word 'sociable' loving the fact that he was irking her.
He never faltered as she stared at him. She had this stare, like Spot Colon. But Mike knew how to deal with this. He met her stare with one of his own. She blinked and Mike smirked. "I win," he stated simply.
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Post by Boxer on Apr 26, 2008 17:51:58 GMT -5
His answer kind of threw her. She definitely had not been expecting that. She arched her brow unsure if he was really telling the truth, though he sounded so serious about it, and very very... sure of it. Licking her lips she dropped her hands from their crossed position on her chest. They found a new location on her hips as she just had to ask, whether he was serious or not. "Why?"she gave him a curious look that was mixed with a question of whether he was sane or not.
"Hmm.. so it seems'she said when he said he was just being sociable. "To be honest I get the feeling you're a wolf in sheeps clothing. How am I really suppose to respond to your questions when you have underlying meanings in them?"she asked. "You're not nearly as good at hiding it completely from your eyes. Unless you are doing that on purpose, then I dont know how you find that a stratagy. So what do you really want?"she asked. "Or does this have to do with your... 'taking over the world by killing newsie leaders' and such?"She asked, still unsure whether to believe him on that or not.
She hated that he kept rolling his eyes. It only added to her suspicions of him. She felt weird just standing there while he sat against the tree. She really didnt feel like he was going to physically hurt her, besides if that ever came down to it, she knew quite a bit on defending herself. Her older brother made sure of it, especially after everything that had happened.
So with that in mind she looked down at the grass in front of him. She would sit beside him, to have the tree against her back, but then she couldnt have full view of him so she could keep her eyes on him. Folding her legs pretzel style she took a seat and once her bottom was on the ground, she brought her knees up aginst her, her head resting ontop of them as her arms looped around them tightly.
She felt quite protected, but then a thought hit her. She looked like she was insecure or afraid or... something and with that a frown came to her lips and with second though she let her legs go straight out in front of her as her hands went behind her to brace her. There now she looked like she hadnt a care.. or fear with this guy in front of her.
As boxer stared at him, she saw that he too was taking her up on this silently. He had a penetrating stare, as much as she, though the air started to make her eyes burn and she fought to keep them from blinking, but in the end she couldnt stop the reaction as it stung and her eyes closed to wet them.
They immediately felt better, but the smug 'i win' reply from him made her jaw tighten and she shot him a slight glare. "There's nothing to win' she said. "That means nothing" even if he did win, she still would not give in to him, she hoped. He did have a charm about him regardless of the strange untrusting feeling she got from him. Maybe it was the accent,they were always the devil she thought.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 1, 2008 13:13:50 GMT -5
Mike met her gaze and realized she was serious. He was to, but he didn't want her to know that. She could tell all the bloody newsies. Instead of answering her question, Mike burst out laughing. It sounded strange. It was forced and strained. Not natural at all. It sorta sounded like a lunatic, but it got the point across. Mike pursed his lips during her little speech. He wasn't really sure what she was talking about, but that might be because he was very tired. He started to feel his eyes get heavy and drop. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to her. "Uh, yes?" He said, somewhat unsure. He didn't feel threatened by her, and didn't try to act smart or be smart. He was tired and he wasn't in the mood to play word games. Watching her as she sat down, Mike smirked. She was getting comfortable with him. Letting her guard down. Mike didn't intend on hurting her in any way, but just wanted some information. He watched as she brought her knees up to her chest. Was she scared? No, not scared, just pre-cautious. He licked his lips and looked away. The moon was up now and was shining. The stars were out and seemed to glitter like diamonds. It was a nice night, but Mike would rather be spending it in his bed. Why was he here again? Oh right, the girl. That wasn't the real reason, he'd actually been out for a walk, but he thought he might as well kill two stones with one bird.... Wait, no he meant one stone with two birds. I need to go to bed...Mike scoffed at her, "Or maybe your just a bad loser..." He raised his eyebrows, challenging her. { *clears throat* Ahem, Dearest Boxer *reads from paper* I'm sorry I didn't respond forever, I'm a bad boy. *hangs head* Thank you for being patient. I now present you a peace offering so you don't punch me.... I've already gotten enough of that *cough* JACE *cough* Anywho, here ya go! *pulls flower out of shirt* TADA! I'm done....  I think you deserved that  } |
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Post by Boxer on May 2, 2008 23:05:53 GMT -5
Boxer watched him till he started to laugh. her brows rose, it was such an unatural sound and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand. She managed to keep herself from shivering visually.
At his unsure answer she blinked>" hm..."She nodded. He was... a strange one. She was starting to relax, not trusting wise, but she wasnt afraid of him, that was for sure. She tilted her head back to get a good look of the moon, the stars litered the sky around it. It felt so peaceful and quiet right now, well all except the boy in front of her, but even him being there it wasnt terribly intruded.
She brought her blue eyes back to him and smirked a bit. "A bad loser?"She shrugged. "IT depends on what there really was to win. So far its not over yet"she replied simply with a shrug of her small shoulders. "what about you? Are you a bad loser?"she inquired. "you look like you might be, but.... looks can be decieving."
{aww lol. Well... i dunno... lol *takes flower* okay okay.. I forgive ya . Its okay though, your a busy guy. Do you bookmark your threadS? If not, you should.. with as many as you have it might be helpful to you . Just a thought lol. But naw its oaky.. Im a patient person, i understand lol.}
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 3, 2008 0:10:22 GMT -5
After several awkward moments of laughing, Mike finally stopped. What possessed him to do that in the first place was beyond him. He suddenly felt very odd and out of place. He glanced up and Boxer, realizing she felt the awkwardness too. Shifting his weight, Mike cleared his throat, only adding to the awkward silence.
Mike narrowed his eyes, questioning her vagueness. What had she meant by those words? He wasn't really sure, but he didn't care. It probably wasn't anything important, just some weird female physiology. He shrugged it off.
Mike raised his eyebrows, smirking at her. "So, your saying there was nothing to win?" He now sat up, challenging her with his body position. His smirk widened and he continued to drill her with his stare.
{Short! For some reason all my post have been really short tonight..... grr.... But besides that, you are so amazing! Haha, I have never used the bookmarks before.... hmmm thanks}
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Post by Boxer on May 18, 2008 20:00:55 GMT -5
She watched him move, challenging her and she held his stare leaning towards him in a way that showed she wouldnt back down. "Well it wasnt anything."She said. "You were the one the claimed a win when there wasnt anthing that said there was something to win"
She wasnt going to move. He could push and push her, but she wouldnt budge. She licked her lips, her brows raising. "Unless you want a challenge"She saked. "You seem to be one that likes to win. Well so am I'she replied.
((HOLY GOOD Grief taht was terrible and I appologize))
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