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Post by Mitch Richards on Sept 30, 2008 11:41:46 GMT -5
"I am a huge fan of Holmes but who I'm really a fan of is James Moriarty.. there is no one in all if fiction I have ever read that compares to James in villainy..."
"I have never heard of James Moriarty. If he's that good, I need to read some of his material." Mitch said, another smirk danced across his face. He would need to find out more of this James Moriarty, if Sophia liked him Mitch probably would too.
"And you are gaining points in mine, you are an interesting sort of man. Most wouldn't still be talking to a woman who admits they don't need anyone. I find myself liking that about you.."
Mitch smirked, "Why thank you." He liked to think of himself as an interesting person, it seemed like all of the men in New York were exactly like each other. He was the only one that didn't need someone by his side all of the time. He was independent and stubborn, and that's why people didn't care for him. "I don't need anyone either, that's where I lose most my conversations." He said.
Sophia was different from everyone else, her attitude was what made her. It helped that she was quite the looker too, she had a unique beauty to match her unique personality. She was probably the only girl Mitch could stand to be around for more than five minutes. The rest were too annoying, too dependent, and too whiny. Like that one girl Mike had brought into Midtown and said she was part of his plan. Another reason why Mitch was smarter than Mike.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Sept 30, 2008 12:56:39 GMT -5
"I have never heard of James Moriarty. If he's that good, I need to read some of his material."
She nodded her golden eyes intent on the conversation, she was a different kind of human being and she liked it that way, "Oh you should, he's a criminal mastermind and just truly brilliant. Devious-- I like the way he's always one step ahead. Gives the hero a real challenge.." There was something about Mitch she was growing to like, she'd never met someone so much like herself before. All of her odd jobs around the city kept her ear to the ground though she'd still never heard of this-- Mike D. Greaser.
I don't need anyone either, that's where I lose most my conversations." He said.
She chuckled and ran her hand threw her hair, it was down loose around her shoulders at the moment, she'd seen no reason to pull it back this morning. The sun was changing direction on her, she was about off and found she wanted to continue THIS conversation over any other she'd had lately. Being as small as she was she was starting to feel a stiffness in her shoulders from leaning over the counter. Eyes flashing once again to the back of the stand she turned them back to him.
"I've an idea, how about we continue our conversation elsewhere--- I'm about off, the owner should be back soon and since you paid for the street rats apple I wont get fired. What do you say?" Not needing anyone was an easy feat, you kept to yourself, maintained being selfish and nobody could touch you. Seemed that Mitch was one of the smarter ones she'd met around. She couldn't seem to find something about him she didn't like at the moment. And that was always a good sign, there were things she disliked about everyone. Some of them were rather petty.
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Post by Mitch Richards on Sept 30, 2008 15:15:59 GMT -5
"Oh you should, he's a criminal mastermind and just truly brilliant. Devious-- I like the way he's always one step ahead. Gives the hero a real challenge.."
Mitch smirked, "I like that. It depends on the hero, but I get sick of them. They're all the same, and its boring. I mainly cheer on the villain, but the boring hero always defeats him." He rolled his eyes. That was the one thing he didn't like about books, some people didn't know how to write an interesting hero, and it made Mitch hate him.
"I've an idea, how about we continue our conversation elsewhere--- I'm about off, the owner should be back soon and since you paid for the street rats apple I wont get fired. What do you say?"
"I like the way you think." He said, "I say we do it." He wanted to continue on the conversation with Sophia, it beat talking to anyone he had spoken to in a while. She didn't bore him, she kept him guessing, and they had things in common. Sophia was a great acquaintance, and Mitch enjoyed her presence.
He leaned on the counter, "So, where would you like to go?" He asked.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Sept 30, 2008 16:11:35 GMT -5
Mitch smirked, "I like that. It depends on the hero, but I get sick of them. They're all the same, and its boring. I mainly cheer on the villain, but the boring hero always defeats him."
She nodded, seemed completely relaxed huddled over the counter talking to him. "Agreed, though I like it when the hero has to stoop to the villain's level to win, you know?" She actually liked the idea, of the hero having to break all of their-- codes and rules. "In the real world, the villain wins all the time.. it's not necessarily that they are better or even that they know what they are doing. At times its that the hero doesn't have the guts to go all the way to win. If you don't have the same drive as the villain, they win and you end up in a hole in the ground.."
Was she a villain? There was really no telling with Sophia. She was a lot of things, but she basically didn't have the drive to be to despicable.
"I like the way you think." He said, "I say we do it. So, where would you like to go?"
She smiled when he got closer, she really did feel like they were plotting more then just talking. It was-- fun and Sophia was finding that she enjoyed his company the longer he was there. It was the opposite of most, she tended to want them gone the longer they hung around.
"I don't know-- where do you want to go? I'll admit I'm not to familiar with the area.." She'd just moved to the Bronx after her father died a few months before. Luckily her father had been as frugal as she and she got a nice sized inheritance. Enough to give her nest egg some cushion, it wasn't a lot by any means she still had to work for every cent she had but at least if work was scarce she wouldn't starve.
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Post by Mitch Richards on Oct 1, 2008 17:09:24 GMT -5
"Agreed, though I like it when the hero has to stoop to the villain's level to win, you know?"
Mitch smirked, "I do too." He thought about the whole newsies situation that was going on, him and Mike were easily considered the villains. Whereas Jack and anyone not with Mike and Mitch were considered the heroes. He thought that him and Mike were both smarter, well...he was smarter than Jack. Mike was close behind him. Maybe this time they could outsmart the "hero" and the villains could win finally win.
"I don't know-- where do you want to go? I'll admit I'm not to familiar with the area.."
He thought about that, where did he want to go? Someplace where there wouldn't be any brats to bother them, especially his brats. Around this time the boys would be finishing up selling, and heading back to the lodging house, or going to see their friends. That is if they had any.
"How about Pelham Bay?" He asked, "Most of the brats won't be out there, and it's a nice day outside." It was somewhat of a nice day, clouds mingled around the sun, and the temperature seemed just right.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Oct 1, 2008 18:57:32 GMT -5
She was smart to and it showed in her features, she was smart and didn't need anyone to make her way in the world. Sophia seemed to do just fine on her own with her wits and dedication to making a life for herself without having to rely on anyone. They seemed to share much, she liked it.
"How about Pelham Bay?" He asked, "Most of the brats won't be out there, and it's a nice day outside."
As she was about to respond and dumpy looking Italian came up to the cart and fixed Sophia with a look that could have easily pealed the paint off of one of those newfangled automobile contraptions. She straightened and fixed the man with an look equal to his. He smelled of cabbage and tomato sauce. The stench was strong enough to have Sophia wrinkling her nose a little as she held her head back a bit so as she didn't get a good whiff.
"What's all this?" The accented man said thickly, growling threw the black mustache that was caked with disgusting flecks of dried food.
Sophia lifted her head and met him with a sound look, "The cart did well today, no one stole-- every apple is accounted for." The unspoken question was in her eyes, where is my pay?
"How can I be sure your not lying," the man snapped thinking his bulk was enough to intimidate a mere girl, unfortunately he'd only been dealing with Sophia for about a week and he had yet to understand her personality. He spit on the ground as he folded his arms, licking his lips to keep them moist.
Her brow lifted as if she found that insulting, "Count them if you like but you had best pay me what you owe me.."
"I owe you nothing brat," the man snapped as he grabbed her arm and removed her, depositing her on the other side of the cart. He had paid her for one day, but been avoiding giving her a dime the last two.
That only fueled her distaste for him, he smelled terrible. The least he could have done was bathe before leaving the house, she had enough problems looking at him let alone having to smell him.
"You owe me two days worth of pay old man," she snarled, her eyes flashing as her accent thickened slightly withe temper. "And if you don't pay me what you owe you will pay dearly."
The large man laughed, spitting again, completely ignoring Mitch as if he were nothing more then one of those street rats he'd nearly beaten for stealing form his cart. To him both of them were children and should be treated as such--- worthless and without a voice.
"You will do nothing, stupid, girl-- now leave my cart before I have you arrested.."
"I didn't stand here for two days so you could go and tris with the baker's wife without getting paid for it!" She was thinking, deviously what she was going to do later to the man-- or his cart.
All he did was look at her and snorted, "Be gone stupid girl, no one will believe you-- and you will land yourself in a jail cell or the refuge.."
That was not a threat and Sophia knew it, the man was making a promise. So then and there she promised herself something. She was going to make the man pay-- snarling viciously she turned on her shoe. "Son of a whore, the only place for you is in a meat locker..." she looked at Mitch, the fire in her eyes clear as day-- she'd been cheated. She'd get revenge.
"I'm ready when you are, obviously I've no business here.."
((never know how much fun you have writing something until you do, Today's been a good day))
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Post by Mitch Richards on Oct 12, 2008 20:49:55 GMT -5
"What's all this?"
Mitch turned to see an older, Italian man walk up to the cart. He assumed it was the man who owned the cart. However, the man smelled horrible, and didn't look too great either.
"Be gone stupid girl, no one will believe you-- and you will land yourself in a jail cell or the refuge.."
He watched as Sophia and the man argued back and forth, and over her pay. Even though he wanted to speak out in Sophia's defense, he kept his mouth shut. He knew she could fight her own battles, that's one of the things he liked about her. And he knew if he said something things wouldn't end well. Mitch thought how he was treating her was unfair. He was a just person. If someone did their work, they deserved pay. If someone didn't, they didn't deserve anything. Sophia clearly had been working hard, and yet the man was being unfair.
"Son of a whore, the only place for you is in a meat locker..."
Mitch smirked, she had a way with words. "I'm guessing that he owns the cart?" He asked.
"I'm ready when you are, obviously I've no business here.."
He glared at the man, "All right, let's get out of here." He said, not breaking contact with the Italian man. He turned to Sophia and offered his arm with a smirk.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Oct 13, 2008 0:12:34 GMT -5
Mitch smirked, she had a way with words. "I'm guessing that he owns the cart?" He asked. "All right, let's get out of here."
"He's nothing more than a stupid fool that couldn't sell an apple if it was growing out of his back end.."
Sophia looked up at him and then a slow smile worked its way over her lips and she took his arm. She was really glad he hadn't said a word, she could take care of it and as they left she looked back at the cart and the large man that had, in essence had just made an enemy out of her.
She could not remember the last time anyone had offered her their arm but she managed a smirk as they went. "Yeah, he owns the cart." Her brain was going a mile a minute thinking of a way to get the man back for the indignity she'd suffered. She let out a sigh and frowned. "Don't worry Mitch, I'll make him pay for slighting me.."
And she would, she would never let it go. That was one of Sophia's biggest vices, was her inability to ever let anything go. Her eyes shifted and she looked up at Mitch, smirking a bit.
"Thanks, Mitch. I appreciate it."
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Post by Mitch Richards on Oct 16, 2008 15:01:28 GMT -5
"He's nothing more than a stupid fool that couldn't sell an apple if it was growing out of his back end.."
Mitch slightly chuckled, "Of course he couldn't." He said, "That's why he hired you. In fact, I would like to see him try to sell an apple. He would probably get it confused with his hand." He said with a smirk.
"Don't worry Mitch, I'll make him pay for slighting me.."
"Good." He said, firmly. "You don't deserve to be treated like that, he needs to be taught a lesson he won't forget." He said. Mitch was a person who was all for revenge, if someone wronged him he got mad and even. That's why people walked on eggshells around him, and he loved it.
"Thanks, Mitch. I appreciate it."
He smirked, "Its no problem," He said. Mitch was glad that Sophia was the way she was. It made things almost humorous, she wasn't like the next girl who was dull and boring. She was full of life and had a spice to her that he enjoyed.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Oct 16, 2008 16:10:06 GMT -5
"Good." He said, firmly. "You don't deserve to be treated like that, he needs to be taught a lesson he won't forget."
Her lips curved at that, she was really starting to like him and her mind was working overdrive in a devious way that always smelled trouble for her enemies. Even with such a lithe body of her own she seemed to have a power in her that most women didn't possess. A devious mind and a terrible way of doing things.
"And I intend to do just that, a man who is having a triss with the baker's wife should not cross a woman-- hell hath no furry and all that.." she was planning with fire to get the man back, because fire was a symbol of how she felt. Fire now. Fire later. The man would know he'd been marked. And she was never going to let up.
"Its no problem,"
"So, a man meets a girl in at a cart and watches as she is fired, yet they go somewhere to talk-- then girl asks herself what the man's intentions are though she really doesn't care overmuch because she enjoys his company and like mind. What does the man think?"
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Post by Mitch Richards on Oct 18, 2008 20:26:02 GMT -5
"And I intend to do just that, a man who is having a triss with the baker's wife should not cross a woman-- hell hath no furry and all that.."
Mitch smirked, "How are you going to get back at him?" He asked, it would be interesting to see what she was cooking up. Sophia was definitely the person no one wanted to make mad, she got even with the person. His lips curled into a smirk, one of these days he was going to get even with Mike.
"So, a man meets a girl in at a cart and watches as she is fired, yet they go somewhere to talk-- then girl asks herself what the man's intentions are though she really doesn't care overmuch because she enjoys his company and like mind. What does the man think?"
"The man thinks that his intentions are just getting to know the girl, because she is different than all of the other plain girls. They're too boring for the man." He said. It did mean something to him that she enjoyed his company. Most of the people he came across didn't like him. They thought he was too "mean" or that he was heartless.
Well, he was. But it was a nice change to have someone appreciate that.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Oct 18, 2008 20:37:15 GMT -5
"How are you going to get back at him?"
Her lips curved into a wide grin that could have been dazzling if she wasn't smiling about causing someone harm. She managed to actually look very much like a cat who was going to get the cream and no one was going to stop her.
"And the world shall end in fire or in ice, but I think fire is just as nice.." She chuckled at the little diddy she'd heard when she was young. Though it had been in Spanish it still had a ring to it. "I'm considering just setting his cart on fire-- who will believe him.."
"The man thinks that his intentions are just getting to know the girl, because she is different than all of the other plain girls. They're too boring for the man."
She chuckled a little, "So the girl isn't boring? Truth be told the girl finds the man fascinating, really. There are not many people she wants to spend any time letting them get to know her.. because most of them are just pointless.."
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Post by Mitch Richards on Oct 18, 2008 21:08:26 GMT -5
"I'm considering just setting his cart on fire-- who will believe him.."
Mitch laughed, "Just picturing his reaction, that would be a good show." He smirked, he was envious of her creativity. He wanted to get back at Mike, in his eyes he thought he deserved it. But he could only think of one or two things on how to get back at him. Mitch glanced over at Sophia, how funny would it be if she took on Mike? He smirked.
"I need your help, there is this guy I'm supposed to have a partnership with." He rolled his eyes, "Power hungry, crazy murderer, and thinks he's the smartest and toughest of them all." He sighed, "He needs to get what's coming to him. He treats me like dirt." He said, "Could you help me get him back?"
"So the girl isn't boring? Truth be told the girl finds the man fascinating, really. There are not many people she wants to spend any time letting them get to know her.. because most of them are just pointless.."
Mitch shook his head, "Oh no, the girl is anything but boring. The man doesn't like anybody that's boring. They don't last a minute with him."
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Oct 18, 2008 21:15:32 GMT -5
"Just picturing his reaction, that would be a good show."
She smiled right back at him, oh yes it would. And she'd also betray his affair with the baker's wife to the baker himself. After all if she just gave him a slight suggestion to be home at a certain time it would make that explode at the same time.
"I need your help, there is this guy I'm supposed to have a partnership with." He rolled his eyes, "Power hungry, crazy murderer, and thinks he's the smartest and toughest of them all." He sighed, "He needs to get what's coming to him. He treats me like dirt." He said, "Could you help me get him back?"
As she listened she considered what he said a few times over and gave his arm a squeeze, as she nodded slowly. "Tell me more about the situation.." He was working with a woman who having been given the fortune would have been one of the wealthy women that married for money and then ended the life of her husband with poisons of various kinds. It wasn't the money she'd have done it for, it would have been to have one up over the men that had wronged her.
"Oh no, the girl is anything but boring. The man doesn't like anybody that's boring. They don't last a minute with him."
"Then there is hope for the pair yet."
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Post by Mitch Richards on Oct 18, 2008 22:15:44 GMT -5
"Tell me more about the situation.."
Mitch looked around, "His name's Mike D. Greaser," He sneered. "He's trying to take over almost all of New York with my help, of course. I'm more of like the one that does all of the work, and he gets the credit." He shook his head, "The guy's awful, Sophia." He said.
"So, I need your help to help me teach Mike a lesson. Of course you'll be reaping the benefits like me. I wouldn't let a hard worker go unrewarded." He said with a smirk, "Are you up for it?" He couldn't help but smile at the mental picture of Sophia beating up Mike. Mike couldn't come up with an insult to save his life, Sophia could start talking and it would make Mike dizzy.
"Then there is hope for the pair yet."
Mitch smirked, "Good, because I like the pair."
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