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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Nov 14, 2008 22:20:43 GMT -5
"You could always take a few apples before torching the cart, and throw them at the little brats walking by. Just enough to knock one or two out. With just the right throw, I think it could be possible."
She beamed back, her eyes glittering, "I knew I liked you Mitch.." That smile made her look gorgeous in a way only dangerously devious woman could look. And she was almost giddy about his addition to her plan. He did have a point and she snickered, her arm still firm around his.
"I like that idea."
"You do?" she turned her head in his direction and saw his grin. He was a handsome man she had no complaints about being attached to him in name really. He was also smart and understood her in a way that no one before had. And she was finding she enjoyed his company and even the canter of his voice, it was different from hers. The soft spanish roll was always different.
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Post by Mitch Richards on Nov 16, 2008 15:21:45 GMT -5
"I knew I liked you Mitch.."
Mitch beamed, there was something about having her approval that meant the world to him. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but he felt...odd. He wanted to please Sophia, there was something about her. Another thing he couldn't put his finger on, but whatever it was...he liked it. But would he ever admit it? Of course not, well...maybe.
"You do?"
He nodded, "I do." He replied, quietly. "Its probably a good idea too, it'll be a distraction, and a plan all in one." He smirked, just the initial shock of Mitch saying he had a girlfriend would surprise everyone, but once they saw Sophia, the effect would double. She was probably the prettiest girl any of his boys would ever see, and they would be envious of him. Of course they would. Sophia was stunning, and she had a great, and evil mind. He smirked again, he was lucky.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Nov 17, 2008 5:58:02 GMT -5
"I do." He replied, quietly. "Its probably a good idea too, it'll be a distraction, and a plan all in one."
Her smile was bright and she nodded her head, she was slowly finding herself-- smitten. Was that the word? She thought that was the word and her arm tucked around his felt-- different. She felt differently, and she seemed to look a little bit brighter. She was gorgeous, outstandingly so but she was also, frugal, devious and incredibly nearly very evil. To have someone that encouraged her was like having a family again.
"Yes, I suppose it will..." she smiled and looked around for that place they were going to eat.
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Post by Mitch Richards on Nov 30, 2008 17:25:51 GMT -5
"Yes, I suppose it will..."
Mitch smirked and said nothing, silence could be a beautiful thing or it could be the worst thing. Between him and Sophia it was like two brilliant minds thinking of what to do next, who to torture, and how to do it. Silence to him was golden, it meant more opportunities to plan without interruption. Most of his newsies didn't understand that when he was giving them a cold, hard stare it meant, "Shut up, I'm plotting your death." He sometimes wondered about his newsies' mentality.
He led the pair to the restaurant, "I swear, its changed from the last time I've been here...five years ago." He said as he opened the door for her, "It might not look the greatest, but the food is decent and its cheap. That's all I can really ask for." Mitch said with a shrug. Selling papers wasn't what he wanted to do with his life, and it was probably the worst source of income that was ever created.
Paper selling was to be made for the adorably bratty little boys, not for him. Sure, it worked out when he was younger, but now he was just staying around it so he could say he was a leader. It wasn't doing anything for him except making his ego larger.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Dec 2, 2008 16:56:22 GMT -5
"I swear, its changed from the last time I've been here...five years ago." He said as he opened the door for her, "It might not look the greatest, but the food is decent and its cheap. That's all I can really ask for."
Sophia was about as frugal as frugal could get so a bargain as far as her food went was something to be admired, her arm still twined threw his she looked around and a small smile worked across her face. It was a nice place, a calming atmosphere. Though for their kind-- calming wasn't always best. Still she smiled, "Well, let's just hope that the food hasn't changed from what it was five years ago.."
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Post by Mitch Richards on Dec 3, 2008 19:53:03 GMT -5
"Well, let's just hope that the food hasn't changed from what it was five years ago..""Let's hope." He said, with a grimace. He wasn't exactly the biggest fan of change. It depended on what it was, if it was something that benefited him, he loved it. If it was something like his father dying, or his mother leaving. Changes that he didn't want, he hated it. Change ruined, and the majority of the time it wasn't good. He looked around the place, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't amazing. One of these days he was going to eat at one of those restaurants that were worth more than him. He stole a glance at Sophia and smirked, hopefully she would be with him. "So," Mitch began, "Now what are we going to discuss? I think we've covered almost all of the basics." He said with his trademark smirk. ((aaaahhh...its short. I'm sorry. ))
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Dec 11, 2008 15:14:14 GMT -5
"So," Mitch began, "Now what are we going to discuss? I think we've covered almost all of the basics." He said with his trademark smirk.
She flashed him a bright smile, it was strange how even a smile had a trace of intelligence and a hint of danger. It managed to be in the eyes, the way they flickered and flashed. Her hand drifted from his arm as she took a seat, she know propriety but in all honesty her feet were killing her. She'd been on them all day long.
"We have that, covered the basics. So maybe we should go a little deeper than that--" her smile never faded, there was affection for him in that smile. She'd grown fond of him over the time they'd been talking and that was so very rare for her.
((sorry it's so short and took forever Melsibub! I love you!)
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Post by Mitch Richards on Dec 20, 2008 16:45:55 GMT -5
"We have that, covered the basics. So maybe we should go a little deeper than that--"
At the sight of her smile, Mitch felt himself smile. She looked so pretty when she smiled. Was he falling for her? He couldn't be, he never fell for anyone. Everyone was else was just an idiot who was lucky enough that God decided to place a sliver of a brain in their heads. But then, Sophia wasn't like everyone else. She was different, and he appreciated the difference.
"What do you mean by deeper?" He asked softly. Honestly, if it included a conversation with Sophia, he didn't care what it was about. She was probably the most eloquent young lady he had ever met, which did score some points for him in his book. Everyone else annoyed him, because they were all idiots. Sophia wasn't, she was right up there with him on brain capacity. Her head wasn't full of air, and he was grateful for that.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Dec 22, 2008 20:14:15 GMT -5
"What do you mean by deeper?"
She found herself enchanted, but-- it was so strange that she would feel this way about a man like this. She normally thought they were slow, dull witted and more often then not just a right pain in the back end. But Mitch was different, one of her favorite things about him was the level of respect he treated her with. Money made the world go round but he valued intelligence. and it encouraged her more and more.
"I don't know, you told me of your mother. Any other siblings, relatives.. I--" she trailed off a bit. "I want to get to know you better..." she knew his personality and temperament but lacked and definitive details about him. And she-- wanted to know. Why had become a newsie of all things, why lead the Bronx when he hated it so much. She wanted to know his mind...
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Post by Mitch Richards on Jan 8, 2009 23:49:50 GMT -5
"I don't know, you told me of your mother. Any other siblings, relatives.. I-- I want to get to know you better..."
Mitch looked down at his hands, "So you want my life story basically?" It was a long, and semi boring one. But he wanted to know more about her too. It was only fair if he started out, and then she could follow suit perhaps. He wasn't sure, might as well just tell her everything. They were basically on the same page, why not trust her?
"As you know, I hated my family. I'm convinced my mother married my father only for love, she was a gold digger, and my father wasn't rich. He just had that air about him if you know what I mean. They married, and my parents slowly grew apart. I was the first born, then came my two sisters, Lily and Maria. My mother said we were the reason why we were poor, my father slept on the street just so we could have an apartment. My father was a good man, and my mother was a terrible woman. One day, she snapped and killed my father. That's what I believe, at least." He paused and shook his head, "I hate her. I don't think I can ever hate someone as much as I hate her. After my father died, the night after, she left. I didn't care, I was left alone to care for my sisters. We were better off without her."
Mitch rubbed his hand against his jaw, "After my parents left, Lily and I got jobs. She worked in a factory, and I became a newsie. It wasn't my choice, but what could I do? We needed money. Well, one day Lily died in an accident at the factory. A little while later Maria died from hunger, and probably a broken heart too. I think a part of me died that day too, I was left alone. It was me against the world." He sighed, "The leader of the Bronx newsies came up to me and asked me if I wanted to be the leader. He was getting too old for it. He said I had a knack for leading. I guess all first born children do." Mitch said with a chuckle. "But I had nothing else to do, so I accepted. It was something to keep my mind off of everything."
For the first time since he began his story he looked over at Sophia, and gave her a small smile. "I guess that's everything to know about me. I want to get to know you better, tell me more about you."
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Jan 9, 2009 17:16:36 GMT -5
Sophia listened for awhile and folded her arms, watching him as he spoke. Everyone dead-- she had the same problem really. She'd adored her father but she'd loved her mother just as much. There was no telling how much it had hurt him-- because Mitch hid everything--
"Well, I'm Spanish... my mother is from the house of Aragon, they had their own country before Spain became united, then again they had been the royal family of Spain too." she shook her head, it wasn't important. "A few years ago our apartment building caught fire because some fool fell asleep with a candle. I-- well my father raised me on his own. About six months ago he was out with the gangs-- and was gunned down. I don't even know who--" she sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "Well left me alone to take the world on. I've got an inheritance-- but he taught me a lot of things. As did my mother-- shew as a midwife when she and my father fled Madrid to come here.." they'd run-- her father was a wanted man in Spain. Well had been a wanted man. You don't steel another man's bride to be and not become a wanted man.
"I miss them, though," she said quietly. "Heh I always thought that being alone would not be as hard as it is-- I'm frugal, I tough and I know how to get what I want..." she trusted him why? Because they were alike-- and alone. "I suppose we're one in the same-- alone in the world."
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