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Post by Mitch Richards on Mar 29, 2009 13:44:51 GMT -5
Mitch leaned his head against the cool brick wall of an alleyway. He lit a cigarette and placed the small cylinder up to his mouth and breathed in. Whoever thought of cigarettes was his best friend, no matter who it was. He smirked as he exhaled. This was exactly what he needed. A nice escape from the loud, rowdy, and dirty newsboys.
He missed Sophia, very much so. He missed being around her, he missed talking to her. Anything that had to do with her, he missed. It was a rare occasion when he found someone he could tolerate for more than five minutes. A genuine smile crossed his face as he thought about her. He knew he had feelings for her, but he didn't want to come to terms with that. Mitch always considered himself as a "I hate the world" person. He never saw himself liking someone as much as he liked Sophia.
In all honestly, that worried him. It was a good thing that he was finally opening himself up to others, but that was a bad thing as well. Someone could easily use him and hurt him again, his own mother did that. He still couldn't accept that. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't. That's where all of his hatred and anger came from.
He threw his cigarette butt against the wall and sighed. He hated thinking.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Mar 29, 2009 14:34:09 GMT -5
Sophia had been working, after that fiasco with the apple cart locating a job had been-- well easy in a few ways but one she would actually do was something else all together. She had many standards for her life. And one of them was not being stuck in a situation she couldn't get out of.
Sighing she was coming down from her apartment when she saw him, standing against the wall. It caused her to pause and watch him. It was incredibly strange how important he had become to her in not so very long. He was another part of her, the part that made it alright to be as devious as she was. To be-- dangerous.
"I didn't expect to see you here," she said casually as she walked up to him, even tough her heart was racing a mile a minute.
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Post by Mitch Richards on Mar 29, 2009 16:17:20 GMT -5
"I didn't expect to see you here,"
Mitch looked up, he knew that voice. It was Sophia's. His eyes grew larger, "N-neither did I.." He said, trailing off. His heart was pounding, why was he so nervous? He never stuttered, and he was rarely ever nervous. He swallowed and stood up.
"I didn't know you lived here." He said, running a hand through his hair. "I'd rather live here than in a lodging house." He chuckled. Mitch looked her over, she looked beautiful. As always. He smirked, she was stunningly gorgeous, and he wondered why she wasn't taken already. The other men in New York were idiots for passing her by. That was better for him though.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Mar 29, 2009 16:29:38 GMT -5
"I didn't know you lived here." He said, running a hand through his hair. "I'd rather live here than in a lodging house."
She smiled at him, truth be told she would rather him live there too. But he had his responsibilities as a leader, then again he hated them. He just liked the power, and she liked the power also to be honest. It gave her a rush to know she was in control of a situation. Her eyes shifted and she reached up to brush a hand across his cheek.
"You look tired.." her eyes shifted to the door and back to him, she brushed her hair behind her ear. "You want to come up? Take a load off for awhile.." Talk, she would rather talk to him in private. She'd dealt with her idiot boss from the apple stand, she'd burned it to the ground and then told the baker about his triss with his wife. She was a terrible person, honestly.
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Post by Mitch Richards on Mar 29, 2009 21:56:34 GMT -5
"You look tired.."
He nodded, "I am. Everyone is on edge because its still winter, and no one can go outside. I don't understand why, its still the same, just colder." He was convinced his newsies just wanted another excuse to piss him off.
"You want to come up? Take a load off for awhile.."
Mitch's eyebrows raised, "Sure...that sounds very nice." He said with a smirk. Good, he wanted to talk to her alone. Just passing the other by on the street seemed so informal. He had been wanting to talk to her, he missed hearing what terror she was wrecking on the city.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Mar 29, 2009 22:27:16 GMT -5
She reached out for his hand as naturally as if she was telling him to beat it, but she didn't have it in her to tell him to go. She didn't WANT him to go. He'd done things that made her toes curl in excitement and then they both had the same opinion on so many things.
Some people were to stupid to live, and should be executed. "I took care of the problem I'd had.." she said as she lead him up the stairs towards her apartment. Her dark hair was in a lose bun at the base of her neck, falling this way and that but she didn't mind. This was Mitch, he was important to her. Though she knew what was important usually got taken away she would fight to keep him close.
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Post by Mitch Richards on Mar 30, 2009 22:25:41 GMT -5
"I took care of the problem I'd had.."
Mitch smirked as he followed her to her apartment. "Oh really?" He asked, "How did you manage that?" He was very eager to hear of how she fixed the problem.
She didn't deserve to be treated the way she was by her boss at the apple cart. However, he knew that she would be just fine, obviously she took care of the situation. That's one thing he loved about Sophia, she could handle anything thrown her way.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Mar 30, 2009 22:33:04 GMT -5
She shut the door behind him and moved into the space. It wasn't a large apartment, but it was just right for Sophia. It was well kept and there were keepsakes around the apartment over the mantle. She smiled at him as she moved into the kitchen, "I went back and informed the baker of his tet a tet the apple seller was having with his wife-- then, somehow a candle tipped and the cart caught fire.."
She laughed a little and set a kettle of water on the small wood burning stove "I'll make some tea.."
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Post by Mitch Richards on Apr 2, 2009 21:46:32 GMT -5
"I went back and informed the baker of his tet a tet the apple seller was having with his wife-- then, somehow a candle tipped and the cart caught fire.."
Mitch chuckled as he observed her apartment. It was a nice quaint place, he liked it a lot. "You are a true genius when it comes to thinking of revenge..I love it." He said with a grin." Everything that had been worrying him went away when he heard her story. Just seeing her happy made him happy.
"I'll make some tea.."
A smirk formed on his face, "Tea sounds lovely." He said. Tea was a rare treat for him, at the lodging house they didn't have anything. All the boys hated tea anyway. He didn't understand that.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Apr 3, 2009 1:39:21 GMT -5
"You are a true genius when it comes to thinking of revenge..I love it."
She smiled at him and grinned, she loved the compliments but more so when they came from him. She could not deny that she enjoyed his company in a way she hadn't enjoyed anyone's in a very long time.
"Tea sounds lovely."
Leaving the kettle where it was she moved over to the small living room and motioned for him to sit down while she fished some some tea cups out from where she had the china hidden. She set the cups and saucers down on the small table and then went the get the kettle.
She was European, Spanish at that and her mother had been high bred. "I've always been very fond of tea.."
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Post by Mitch Richards on Apr 19, 2009 23:36:09 GMT -5
"I've always been very fond of tea.."
Mitch nodded in agreement, "Me too." His father enjoyed tea, and would drink it every night after coming home from work. Tea was a soothing drink for him, it reminded him of his father. It was a rare occasion when he got the drink, seeing that he lived in a lodging house with boys who thought tea was made up of dirt and leaves.
"Tea reminds me of my father, and it brings me that memory of home. All of the good memories, before he died." He said. It angered him that his mother killed his father because money was tight. It wasn't his father's fault, it was his mother's for spending every paycheck on nonsense. One day if he ever saw her again he would get his revenge for tearing apart his family.
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Post by Sophia Ramierez on Apr 24, 2009 0:36:13 GMT -5
It made her smile to hear that, she to had fond memories of tea. Of family, she poured hers and drew it to her lips taking a sip before she let out a sigh.
"Mine too, my parents-- they loved tea. It was a time when we would sit together and talk of the day. I miss-- I miss those kinds of things.." oh and how. Her parents were always complicated but they had loved each other, and her. "Maybe-- we can make more fond memories over tea.."
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Post by Mitch Richards on May 23, 2009 22:31:22 GMT -5
"Mine too, my parents-- they loved tea. It was a time when we would sit together and talk of the day. I miss-- I miss those kinds of things.."
Mitch met Sophia's eyes, it was a difficult task to not get lost in them, he could sympathize with her. The two had so much in common, it was almost scary, but it wasn't. Everyone has a soul mate, right? "I understand completely." He said with a small, sad sigh. The relationship she had with her family was how him and his father used to be, whatever their relationship was. He rarely got to spend time with his father, he was always working to provide the best life possible. Mitch never resented him for that, it just made the pain of him not being there hurt that much more.
"Maybe-- we can make more fond memories over tea.."
He grinned, "We should, it could be our own personal memory, just between the two of us."
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