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Post by Dreamer on Feb 12, 2008 21:13:06 GMT -5
Dreamer couldn't stand it. She couldn't take it anymore! The hunger in her stomach was going to take over sooner or later. She had just arrived in the great city of New York, but the poor girl hasn't eaten anything in the past day or so. Here she was, walking through the Market Place of Manhattan, looking at all the wonderful types of food that was up for sale: apples, oranges, bananas, grapes, peaches, everything she could ever dream of.
"If I don't get any food soon," she whispered to herself. "I'll either starve or faint in the middle of the street"
As she whispered to herself, someone brushed past her, pushing her shoulder back a bit, and never said "excuse me" to her. She just tightened herself up, and wrapped her arms around herself. She never liked strangers. But here she was, surrounded by strange people. She'll have to get used to it. Creeping toward a food stand, where apples were on sale for two pennies for 5 apples, she looked around herself, as if to see if anyone was watching...She never actually stole before...Slowly, she moved her trembling hand over a deep, blood red, shiny apple...
"It's just one apple" she thought to herself. "No one's going to miss it"
Grasping the apple between her fingers, a sense of relief washed a smile on Dreamer's face...
"Hey!" someone shouted at her. "Put that back!"
A gasp escaped from Dreamer's lips, but she didn't let go of the apple. Instinctively, she started to run through the mass crowds in the Market Place.
"Get back here!" they started to chase her.
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Post by Foster on Feb 12, 2008 21:28:28 GMT -5
Foster had made his way into manhatten, his mind had been elsewhere so he hadnt realized he'd left staten island until he looked up to see central park. He stopped and turned looking around him and then gave a shrug.
"ah well.."He said as he readjusted his hat and put his hands in his pockets. Hed already sold his papers and actually hadnt done too bad today. Hed been in such a slump lately, his mind wasnt working to well with the terrible headlines so it didnt help much.
He was getting closer to the market place when he heard someone shout out for someone to stop and he looked up just in time to see a blond running towards his way. Unfortunately he didnt have enough time to step out of the way before she bolted head long into him.
they both went down, "Woah..."he said, "sorry lovely"He appolgized, his slight accent noticable.
He lifted himself up on his elbow to see the guy bearing down on them. "Come on then.."he stood up grabbing her by the arm to help pull her up. "Run!"he said, not letting go of her as he started forward.
He really didnt have to run with her, but the adrenaline of having someone bearing down on you just ran through him and he was off his feet trying to help pull her along. ((Sorry that was abit lame)) |
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Post by Dreamer on Feb 12, 2008 21:38:25 GMT -5
Dreamer was immediately frozen by the sight of this stranger she bumped into. She didn't know what to do. She dropped the apple when she and the guy fell down together, but she didn't care at the moment. When she had noticed what happened to the stolen fruit, she whipped her head and gasped.
The man chasing her was coming.
The guy grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her up and along with him, telling her to run as fast as she could. She tried to run with all her might, but all the hunger and fatigue was wearing her down. But she ran, still, knowing she would rather be with the stranger who was helping her run than caught by the one who was chasing her
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Post by Foster on Feb 12, 2008 22:03:18 GMT -5
Foster was pretty fast and she seemed to be keeping up well enough, something he was thankful for.
There were a lot of people on the streets at the moment and foster was weaving them through left and right finally pulling her into an alley. He turned her against the wall his his hand covering her mouth a bit as he used his body to hide hers and he had his face turned towards hers, holding still.
He waited till he heard the footsteps pass and a few minutes after wards before he stepped back his hand dropping. "Sorry.."he said, looking towards the end of the alley and not seeing the guy that had been chasing them.
"I think you're in the clear now, love"He put his hands in his pockets. "You alright? I didnt hurtcha did I?"he asked.
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Post by Dreamer on Feb 12, 2008 22:13:23 GMT -5
Dreamer stayed very quiet, and was surprised at first when he covered her mouth. She took a breath through her nose as she was hidden. At first she struggled a bit, but they guy was obviously stronger than her. He kept her face turned to wards his, and it felt for a while that all was silent.
Her heart was thumping so hard when she heard the footsteps. Her eyes went wide...but then they went away, and she relaxed with an exhale.
The guy's hand dropped from her mouth, and she was back frozen in her state. When he asked if she was all right, Dreamer did nothing to answer. All she did was answer with her eyes that she was fine. Physically, anyway. He didn't hurt her in anyway, but Dreamer was so frightened of the whole city already.
Like it was mentioned before: She didn't like strangers
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Post by Foster on Feb 12, 2008 22:26:10 GMT -5
He waited for her to answer, but when she didnt he nodded a bit catching the look in her eyes "Can you talk?"he asked. maybe she was mute, you never know.
He gave her a concerned look and then looked down at her hands, whatever she had stolen was gone and he looked back up at her. "Sorry.. I think I made you lose it"
He assumed it was food considering it had been the market place and he reached into his pocket to pull out a Roll from earlier that morning and held it out to her.
"here... go ahead'He offered. "Im Foster"he told her. "Im from Staten Island"
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Post by Dreamer on Feb 12, 2008 22:35:43 GMT -5
Dreamer's eyes went huge when the guy pulled out a roll. It was food! Her mind screamed at her to take it, but she waited until he offered it to her. She didn't want to be rude.
The guy who helped her out was named Foster, and that he was from Staten Island...well, he wasn't a stranger anymore...and he did save her life, sort of...
She swallowed a mouthful of the roll, and spoke quietly.
"My name is Dreamer," she spoke, barely above a whisper
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Post by Foster on Feb 12, 2008 22:46:58 GMT -5
He watched her take the roll and take a large bite from it. He wasnt sure she was going to offer her name and he was getting closer to the conclusion she just couldnt talk. That was when he heard something, dreamer, he was pretty sure of it. IT was said barely above a whisper.
"Dreamer?'he asked and then gave her a ghost of a smile. "Nice to meet you"He said. Foster rarely ever really smiled, but he always gave that little bit.
"Where you from? You got a place to stay?"He asked her as she continued to eat the roll. He licked his lips and put his hands in his pocket pulling some money out, counting it. He then placed it back in his pocket and nodded towards the end of the alley. "Come on.."He said. "Lets go to tibbys"He suggested.
"Get something to drink"
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Post by Dreamer on Feb 12, 2008 22:55:53 GMT -5
Dreamer shook her head as she ate the roll. She didn't have a place to stay. All she had been sleeping on in the past couple of years was either the ground, or in a train car. Foster pulled out some money, and when he offered to get her something to drink, she nodded her head a bit. She was getting really thirsty, and started to move as a sign that she was coming along.
Her body shook a little bit, so she planted her hand on the wall for support, and walked a bit more slowly, taking it easy. Though she just ate a roll, it was the only food she had eaten in a while. Maybe the hunger that was left was finally starting to get to her. But she tried to not have Foster notice. She didn't want him to worry so much about her. So, she gave him a small smile and said:
"I'd like that very much"
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Post by Foster on Feb 12, 2008 23:11:21 GMT -5
When she started walking he did to, keeping slow so she was beside him instead of behind him. He looked over at her, he wasnt sure about her health. "Well..'He said. "We have spots at Staten island if youd like"He suggested. He was just trying to help. He didnt think she should be staying outside anymore and thats what he was assuming she did since she didnt have a place to stay.
He crossed the street holding a hand out not really touching her but more like guiding her from getting bumped into or something. "Doing okay?'he asked as he held the door open to tibbys for her ad then followed her in.
He found them a booth and let her sit first before he sat down. He ordered them a plate of fries and two colas before turning his attention back to her. "You know what anewsie is?'he asked.
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Post by Dreamer on Feb 12, 2008 23:19:31 GMT -5
Dreamer sat down slowly on the seat at the booth, relaxing a bit, even when Foster sat down next to her. At the mention of fries and cola, she wondered how long it had been since she had any of that stuff. Must've been a long time, judging from how her stomach felt.
When he asked her what a newsie was, Dreamer shook her head. She had heard the name a couple of times in the past, but never actually understood what it was.
"N-no," she shivered a bit in her words. "I don't"
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Post by Foster on Feb 12, 2008 23:38:40 GMT -5
"hm.."He said, "Well.. newsies sell papes"He said. "make money that way... I could teach ya"He suggested with a shrug. He wasnt the greatest and probably shouldnt be offering his assistance but .. he almost had a protective feeling over her, which... was strange for him. He was usually by himself and worried soley on himself.
He looked down a bit and then up when the waiter brought their food. He gave her a nod of thanks and then pushed the plate towards her, as if to say dig in. He took a drink of his own cola as he let his eyes look out the window. He then returned them to her.
He had a feeling hat she could get eaten up in this place, figuratively of course.
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Post by Dreamer on Feb 12, 2008 23:48:32 GMT -5
When Dreamer listened to Foster explain what a newsie was, she figured it might not be such a bad idea becoming one. She needed the money of course. And she wouldn't mind Foster teaching her. She trusted him so far.
The food arrived, and Foster gave her the whole plate. Dreamer got the idea that all of the food was meant for her. She wanted to offer him some too, but from the way he was looking out the window, it seemed he didn't want any. So she hungrily chewed the fries as if she was under the impression that they would disappear in a manner of seconds. By the way she ate, it looked like they almost would be. But she finished them, and after downing her cola to quench her thirst, Dreamer felt a bit better. She closed her eyes for a bit, a feeling of calming satisfaction coming over her as she leaned back in her seat
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Post by Foster on Feb 12, 2008 23:55:40 GMT -5
He frowned a bit, he knew how she was feeling almost everyone had been to that point or another in their life. It was newsie life after all.. no.. no street life.
He took another drink watching her gulp it down as if it was going to disappear any moment. When she was finished he passed her a napkin. "Try to slow down next time.. youll get a stomach ache"
He fell back in silence, he wasnt a talkative person and it seemed neither was she. in fact he had talked quite a bit to her more so then he usually did with anyone.
He didnt try to strike up conversation he was very content with the silence, but he wanted her to relax after how quickly she had eaten that. He also figured if she wanted to offer any conversatoin she could and he would reply if she did. He drank a bit more and then pushed the rest of his drink towards her, there was probably half of his drink there.
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Post by Dreamer on Feb 13, 2008 0:00:24 GMT -5
Dreamer opened her eyes a bit when she saw the cola being pushed toward her. Foster's cola. She looked up at him, a bit confused. Why was he giving it to her? She had hers already.
"I can't take it," she replied softly. "I've already had mine. It's yours,"
And with that, she pushed the cola back to Foster
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