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Post by Sarah Jacobs on Mar 30, 2008 15:37:49 GMT -5
It was dark. The moon light caressed her face, illuminating it. The moon hides no secrets. It relieved everything she was up to. A young girl, alone at night. She had snuck out, needing nothing but to get away. Some freedom.
The cool breezed kissed her cheeks and sent a chill through her body. She wrapped her shaw around her body, protecting her from the dangers of the night. Or so she thought. Behind her a noise was heard. She whirled around, half expecting to see a ghost or something like that. Relief swept through her as she saw nothing but an empty street beyond her.
"It's just your nerves, Sarah," she chided herself. "Calm down." Her voice came out in a shaky whisper.
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Post by Randy on Mar 30, 2008 15:50:36 GMT -5
Randy sat in the shadows of the forgotten buildings, watching, everything, nothing escaped his sight. He patted his large brown mutt on the head as he saw the girl walk by. He knew the type, innocent, knew nothing about the real would and the secrets of everything around them. He clutched in one hand a bottle of warm gin, in the other, his most prized possession a six-inch black handled blade. Mostly, it was just for show, but he was not afraid to put it to good use if it became necessary.
He smirked and slowly began to creep out of the alley way unfolding himself form the back wall. "So" he said to the passing girl "Whats a pretty Young thing like you doing out this time of night." he asked licking his lips. He dog followed at his heals silently.
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Post by Sarah Jacobs on Mar 30, 2008 15:59:23 GMT -5
"So" he said to the passing girl "Whats a pretty Young thing like you doing out this time of night."
Sarah jumped at the voice. It seemed to come from nowhere, maybe it had... Quit it Sarah, your letting the night get to you.. She turned to face the boy that had been following her. His manner, everything about him, irked her for some reason. He was creepy, to say the least.
"Nothing," she said, in a shaky voice. She cleared her throat and strained for her voice to come out more confident. "Just walking.." She lied.
She refused to get herself in a bad situation. Stay in the street lights and scream if needed. She continued to walk, figuring the boy would follow. She took a few breaths, trying to calm her now racing heart.
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Post by Randy on Mar 30, 2008 16:11:31 GMT -5
Randy laughed extremely loud, the sound echoed against the night air. He put his knife between his teeth and walked a bit closer to her. "So, you actually expect me to believe you are just, taking a walk." his countiued to inch closer to her still, taking a swig out of his bottle ever so often. "You want some honey?" he thrusted the bottle at her spilling some on her. "Let me get that." he placed his grungy hand on her and brushed her off with a laugh.
Randy lit a cigar and blew a smoke ring in her face. "Sorry, you don't mind if I have a smoke do you?" he narrowed his eyes and smirked. "You want one?" he pulled out a box of cigars and opened it to her. "The best you can get, Havana."
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Post by Sarah Jacobs on Mar 30, 2008 16:18:00 GMT -5
The knife glittered in the moon light and the glare reflected into her eyes. His laughter sent chills down her spine. She wrapped her arms around herself as he inched closer. She took a step back. "I don't care what you believe..." Sarah said this with much more confidence then she felt.
The liquid felt cold agaisnt her skin, and the night air cooled it even more. She shivered and shook her head. She jumped as he placed a hand right above her heart. He brushed her off. She took another step back.
Sarah waved the smoke away and glared at him. He was drunk. No he wa more than drunk. He was drunk and rude. She declined his offer once more. The last time she had had a cigar was from Racetrack, and it had not turned out so well.
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Post by Randy on Mar 30, 2008 16:27:54 GMT -5
"Ha, you wouldn't care would you" he put his hand on her shoulder. Then took the cigar out of his mouth. "Have a seat, I could do with some company." he motioned to a bench. Randy did not give her a choice though, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down beside him.
His dog barked at a rat taking shelter in a storm drain. "Shut up!" he yelled throwing his empty bottle at the dog. "Get over here!" he yelled at it. The dog, tail between his legs waddled over and sat at Randy's side. "Damn dog, won't ever shut up. You got one?" he asked slapping his hand on her leg, trying to make her as uncomfortable as he possibly could.
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Post by Sarah Jacobs on Mar 30, 2008 16:32:47 GMT -5
He jerked Sarah to a near by bench. She followed, not trully willingly, but not struggling. She didn't know why she was letting this guy drag her around. Sarah had promised herself not to get into a dumb situation. Sitting her with a drunk man, who was yelling and throwing things a a dog, was a dumb situation. She didn't get up though.
She flinched and her breath caught in her throat. You would think that she would be used to rude boys, she hung out with the newsies after all, but most of them knew she was Jack's girl and never tried anything. She slighly brushed his hand off of her thigh, and replied, "No, I don't." Her answer was short and somewhat rude. She didn't care.
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Post by Randy on Mar 30, 2008 16:42:20 GMT -5
"Oh, well then your lucky their nothing but trouble trouble trouble, honestly, what about cats you like them?" The truth was, Randy wasn't even close to drunk, but he figured it would worry her more if he acted like he was, and best he could tell, it was working to his liking.
He stabbed his knife in the bench witch a loud thud, and pulled it out again. "You know what this is Honey? It's a 1888 black handled blade, chase silver, costed me everything I had." he ran his fingers over the blade and took another puff of the cigar.
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Post by Sarah Jacobs on Mar 30, 2008 16:51:13 GMT -5
Sarah shrugged. "I've never had a cat..." She wondered where this conversation was going. What was she doing, sitting here with someone she didn't even know? She was disobeying her parents. That was the only reason she could think of. Her parents would kill her if they knew she was out this late.
She loved the thrill of doing something against her parents wishes. Don't get her wrong, she loved her parents. But she was 18-years-old. She wanted to have some adventure in her life. She guessed that was the reason she was here, tonight. She was rebelling, in a way.
Sarah clenched her fist to keep herself from jumping. She could tell he was doing this on purpose. What did he expect her to do? Okay, he had a knife. But why was he constantly showing it to her? She wasn't going to let this guy get the best of her. She was determined.
"I see..." She said. She was tempted to run her fingers along the blade, just like he had. Truthfully, she had never even handled a knife. Well, besides her knives at home. But that was different.
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Post by Randy on Mar 31, 2008 10:12:40 GMT -5
Randy slouched against the back of the falling apart bench and sighed. Most girls were jumping all over the place by now, or looking around seeing if they could make a run for it. He didn't like it, when they ran from him, or showed fear, it made him feel powerful. "Damn, i need a drink." he said almost in a whisper.
He rose and started to walk. He stopped and looked over his shoulder then put his hands out to the side. "You commin or not?" he figured she wouldn't but then again, she didn't seem like most girls, she seemed like one who, well, almost wanted to get into trouble.
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Post by Sarah Jacobs on Mar 31, 2008 22:30:02 GMT -5
Sarah didn't even flinch at his crude language. She was used to it. The newsies pretty much used a curse word every other word. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but all the same Sarah was used to it.
Sarah, who had been studying her hands intently, looked up as he stood. You comin' or not?" Sarah hesitated, only slightly, and then stood quickly. "It depends on where your going...?" Her breath caught in her throat, and she had to swallow to get out the last word.
She knew she was pushing it, and she didn't really know why. Sarah wanted this so bad. She wanted to do something on impulse, not because your mother told you too. She wanted to rip off her skirt and throw on some pants. She wanted freedom. Freedom. That was a word Sarah had heard, and seen, but never experienced. Freedom was an unnatural, foreign thing to Sarah. She wanted it all the more.
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Post by Randy on Apr 1, 2008 8:44:06 GMT -5
Randy shrugged and pushed a hand through his greasy hair. "I don't know." he said smugly "Where ever." he honestly did not know, a walk maybe, to get that drink possibly, but he didn't really care, he just wanted to go, night time was his time. The time where roamed the streets, making sure no one ventured into his alley, and keeping out of the other's.
"You never did answer my question, are you coming, or not?" he was getting slightly impatient. He kicked an empty bottle and watched in rolled with a clank into the empty street. Randy whistled for his dog, he happily bounded up to his side, he patted it on the head, "I know your coming." he whispered to it. He whistled a tune he and picked up somewhere, the sound was eire in the dark of the night.
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Post by Sarah Jacobs on Apr 1, 2008 22:51:33 GMT -5
Sarah hesitated and looked around. She wondered if anyone she knew would be out this late. But then again, would she care? Wasn't the whole point of this trip just to show everyone that she wasn't a helpless little girl. Yes. She wanted someone to see her, anyone. Someone she knew. Jack. She wanted to prove herself. That is the reason she was here tonight, with this boy.
She followed. Completely willingly now. She was almost into submission to this boy, as long as he helped her feel freedom. Her parents would die if they saw her now. Maybe thats what she wanted.
She caught up with him. She glanced at the boy walking beside her. He had blonde, short hair. He had very pretty eyes. Sarah couldn't decided if the moon had a part in this, or if he was given them. He started to whistle. Chills went up and down Sarah's spine. She liked it.
"My names Sarah, by the way."
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Post by Randy on Apr 2, 2008 7:18:07 GMT -5
Randy walked fast, almost in a jog. His hands were cramped in his pockets and he felt the sharp wind rush through his hair. He looked around, there was nobody there, but, he had already known that.
He picked up his feet and ran faster, and faster until he was almost in a complete run, and for a moment, forgot there was some one with him, he slowed a bit, "Can you keep up? Or am I just too fast for you type?" he said looking over his shoulder with a smirk. He grabbed on to a streetlight and swung himself up "Because miss Sarah, you running with the dogs now." with that he jumped of the pole and ran like he had never ran before.
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Post by Sarah Jacobs on Apr 2, 2008 11:30:36 GMT -5
He started to jog. Then run. He was practically sprinting now. Sarah huffed. She was in a skirt, she really couldn't do this. But she wanted to. She started to run after him. Her breath became shallow as he continued to run at full speed. He slowed. Sarah skidded to stop and put her hands on her hips. She took several deep breaths before answering.
"I can keep up with you just fine!" She glared up at him. He was swinging on a light pole. It looked kinda fun... He jumped off the streetlight and started to run again. Sarah sighed and rolled her eyes. Why was she here again? Oh right, freedom.
"I'm in a skirt ya know!" She yelled after him. She was surprised to find somewhat of a New York accent dripping from her words. She smiled at this.
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