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Post by Mimi on Apr 18, 2008 14:24:23 GMT -5
"Really? I am excited to see that..."
Mimi frowned, she didn't like having her motives questioned. "You'll see." She stated firmly. Even though it was light teasing, she took almost everything to heart, despite having a tough skin.
"Ya know, your really not helping me...."
She smiled, "I know." She pulled her feet underneath herself, "Do you mind if I put my feet on your furniture?" She asked. Some people could get really uptight about that, she's learned that the hard way. People would get upset because she was just trying to be comfortable. That, she didn't understand. When she used to visit someone's home and they said, 'Make yourself at home.' So she would act like she did at home, and then they'd make a fuss and she'd get in trouble. That was back when she still lived with her parents, and even then they hated her having her feet on the furniture. It was a shame that she couldn't even be comfortable in her own home.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts and looked at Roger, not knowing what they could do. "We could have a staring contest," She suggested, "Even though we've been doing that for the past couple of minutes." She said, the corners of her mouth hinted at a smile. "How about we go on a walk?" She suggested for real this time.
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Post by Roger Matthews on Apr 18, 2008 14:45:02 GMT -5
"You'll see." "I know."
Roger laughed and shook his head. She was so stubborn. Then again, so was he. They both were playing a mind game, trying to see who would cave first. Who would actually make a suggestion. They were tossing questions back and forth, but never actually ideas.
"Do you mind if I put my feet on your furniture?"
"Oh course not!" He scoffed, laughing. Mimi was very sarcastic, yet she could be so polite and sweet. The fact that she even asked amused him. He almost replied with a sarcastic comment, but refrained.
"We could have a staring contest," She suggested, "Even though we've been doing that for the past couple of minutes."
"Nah," he waved her off. "Besides, I would beat you anyway," he said, nonchalant. He looked at her and smirked, letting her know he was joking.
"How about we go on a walk?"
Roger looked at her for a moment. A walk? It sounded okay, but that was so... normal. Especially for her. He nodded and smiled. "That sounds nice..." He stood and bowed. "Me lady?" He had a goofy grin on his face, as he offered her his arm.
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Post by Mimi on Apr 18, 2008 15:02:17 GMT -5
"Oh course not!"
Mimi smiled, "Well good...seeing as I already did it." She said, propping her elbows up on her knees and laying her head onto her hands. It was nice to know that there was actually somebody who wasn't uptight about their furniture.
"Nah,Besides, I would beat you anyway,"
She frowned and snorted, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." She said, teasingly. They would have to have a staring contest later, just so she could prove that she would win. Mimi was just stubborn like that, she didn't like losing at all. Plus, she had some tricks up her sleeves that she could use in staring contests.
"That sounds nice...Me lady?"
She stood up and looked from him to his arm. She smiled, and jumped on his back. "I like this form of transportation better." She said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her head into his shoulder.
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Post by Roger Matthews on Apr 18, 2008 15:12:40 GMT -5
"Well good...seeing as I already did it."
Roger rolled his eyes and scoffed. "And there I was, thinking you were being polite..." He shook his head. He leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on his coffee table. He was very blessed with all of this. A family friend had given him most of his furniture, and helped find him a nice, cheap apartment.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Roger's jaw dropped. "Do you doubt me?" He looked at her in mock shock. Then his expression changed to a smirk. "Oh your on. Me. You. Later," he gestured to her, then to himself to emphasize his point.
Roger exhaled sharply. Mimi didn't weight hardly anything, but just the shock of it took him off guard. He laughed, sounding more like a dying cat under the pressure of her body, and stood up straight.
"I like this form of transportation better."
"Well, okay then..." He shifted her around, getting a better hold on her. He headed for the door, sticking his keys in his mouth. He grabbed for his wallet and handed it back to Mimi. He didn't have enough hands for all of this.
They made their way out the door, almost falling down the stairs on the way. People started and several laughed, but at least they were having fun.
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Post by Mimi on Apr 18, 2008 15:36:43 GMT -5
"And there I was, thinking you were being polite..."
Mimi rolled her eyes and smiled, "I was polite too," She whined before pausing, "When I asked." She added with a shrug, and a simple laugh.
"Do you doubt me? Oh your on. Me. You. Later,"
She smirked, "Yeah, I do. Good, we're on. You're gonna regret that you know." She said with a teasing wink, she loved how they could joke around with each other. She loved joking around, there were times to be serious, but being fun was more...well fun.
"Well, okay then..."
"So you can do all the walking, and I can enjoy the ride. Now...faster!" She demanded, laughing as she hugged him again. They left his apartment, after scaring about half of the building by almost killing themselves on the stairs. They stepped out to the streets, the sun was almost set and twilight was about to seep in. She snuggled closer to Roger, if that was physically possible, loving that she was able to be with him.
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Post by Roger Matthews on Apr 19, 2008 15:31:15 GMT -5
"So you can do all the walking, and I can enjoy the ride. Now...faster!"
Roger laughed, or more coughed. "Okay, okay!" He started to jog, joggling Mimi. People started and several glared. What was it with people? Have they never seen people having fun? Prudes. Roger decided to not worry about it and just enjoy his day with Mimi. It wasn't every day that a guy gets to hang out with his amazing girlfriend.
Mimi started to slide off his back. Grabbing onto her tighter and hoisting her higher onto his back, Roger continued going. "Ya know," he started, in a matter-of-fact manner, "if you were to fall and hurt yourself, you couldn't hold me responsible." He laughed, waiting for the sarcastic comment from Mimi.
Roger's face turned from a smile to a mischievous grin as they approached a clear street. People were starting to head home for the day. Most probably were headed to families and food, but Roger didn't care. He was enjoying himself right now.
With the streets clear, Roger found this as a perfect opportunity to mess with Mimi. He started to run, ignoring the pain in his legs. He was sprinting now, enjoying the loud protest from Mimi. Her arms around his neck became tighter, threatening to choke him.
"Oh, you would never choke me. Ya love me to much," he said, breathing hard from the run and Mimi's tight grip. They were still running, headed for who knows where.
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Post by Mimi on Apr 19, 2008 15:56:21 GMT -5
"Okay, okay!"
Mimi laughed, loving how much fun she was having with Roger. She laughed at people's expressions when they saw the couple, they were whispering, some were laughing, but most were frowning. She hugged him, just to emphasize she didn't care about what they thought. They probably missed out getting piggyback rides from their boyfriends when they were younger.
"Ya know, if you were to fall and hurt yourself, you couldn't hold me responsible."
She frowned, "Nuh-uh, it would be your clumsiness that would cause me to fall off. Therefore, making you responsible. Silly Roger, you need to learn how to take responsibility for your actions." She ruffled his hair, making it stick up more.
Mimi leaned her head onto his shoulder, getting used to the pace they were going at. Her eyes widened when Roger broke out into a run, she tightened her arms around his neck making sure she wouldn't fall off and die. "No! Stop it!" She screeched and laughed at the same time, not minding the pace at all.
She tightened her grip again, just to make a point, just to be funny. She laughed again, "And to think I almost chose staying at the lodging house with Starsage over this." She said.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 21, 2008 11:53:59 GMT -5
A fake smile was plastered on his face, as Mike strolled down the street. He forced his eyes to sparkle, instead of glare. His body was tense, but his face didn’t reflect that. He hated the position he was in, but needed it. If he was going to deceive the newsies, he needed them to believe he had changed. The needed to believe that he was a completely different person. A person who wasn’t out to kill them. A person who actually thought kindly of them. A completely different Mike.
Now, Mike knew that most of the newsies were not going to fall for this. They would not believe he had changed. They would hold a bloody grudge, and possibly convince the younger (or newer) newsies to hate him also. He knew all this and accepted it. He’d thought this through. He knew what he was doing.
When the newsies hear that he is back, they are automatically going to think the obvious. Mike is back and more bad than ever. But low and behold, the new and improved Mike shows up. This would throw them for a loop; possibly, hopefully, weakening their defense. Maybe it would make them falter. Make them wonder if he had really changed. In their time of weakness, Mike would attack.
Of course, this plan was not guaranteed. There was the possibility that the newsies would see through his masquerade. They would pick apart his façade.
Thinking on this point, Mike realized how fake his life truly was. But wasn’t everyone’s? Everyone has a mask they wear. Everyone person you pass on the street puts up a coat of paint, to cover up the lies. No one can be trusted; everyone lies.
There's a face that we wear in the cold light of day - it's society's mask, it's society's way, and the truth is that it's all a façade!
If, and when, Mike’s façade fell apart, he would try the alternative. This plan was a bit harder to accomplish, but it was a given for success. Leverage. He would use the people closest to the leaders against them. Lovers, friends, family. Whatever. He would get them on his side. Manipulation. And if that didn't work, he would resort to violence. But that was only if all else failed. He didn't want to run the risk of getting arrested or run out of town, again.
Since Mike had only been back in New York for a few days, he only knew a small amount about each of the leaders. He knew that Jack had his precious little girlfriend, Sarah Jacobs; whom, luckily enough, was related to David Jacobs, who was the second in command for Manhattan. Apparently, Jack had given up his dream of Santa Fe for this girl. He must really like her. Bloody fool. He also knew that the leader of Harlem, Note, had a thing for the leader of Bronx, Starsage, and vise versa. That was easy enough. Then there was Spot Colon. Mike wasn't sure what he was going to do about him, but he would figure something out.
There was a couple of leaders that Mike knew close to nothing about. They were Houdini, the leader of Queens; Jinks, the leader of Staten Island; Nick, the leader of Long Island. Truthfully, he had just not had the time to find anything out about them. He had only been back in New York for two days, after all. But he would fine out more. He was Mike D. Greaser, for bloody sakes.
So, here he was, strolling down the street with a fake smile on his face. Mike was having extreme difficulty keeping a sneer from appearing on his face. His insides swirled with revenge and hate, threatening to come out. He would control it, though, for the sake of the plan. Mike was willing to give anything for the plan of revenge, anything.
In all truthfulness, he didn't have anything to give. It had been taken from him. Everything, gone. The bloody newsies were to blame for that. He hated them. He wanted them dead.
It used to be about getting leadership. But now it was about revenge. Everything he did was triggered by revenge. Revenge was controlling him. He gladly let it. It coursed through his body, eating away at his soul. He let it. He was consumed by it, and felt all the better now.
This is the moment, when all I've done, all the dreaming, scheming and screaming, become one!
Mike could feel it. This was his chance. This was his time. He would be the one that would rule.
Give me this moment. This precious chance. I'll gather up my past, and make some sense at last!
Everything he ever doubted, everything he ever wanted. He needed this. He would have it.
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. If he continued with these thoughts, he might not be able to control his actions. He couldn't help but smirk. When the time came, he would let his actions go. The newsies wouldn't know what was coming. They wouldn't bloody know.
He wiped the smirk off his face and replaced it with a smile. A fake smile. Turning his focus back to the world around him, Mike's eyes scanned his surroundings. The streets were quite empty, since it was almost 7:30. The sun was setting, and the street lights were begging to come on. A peaceful silence started to creep upon Mike. He took a deep breath, enjoying a calm moment in his crazy life.
Suddenly, a noise cut through the night. It sounded like someone screaming. Mike whirled around only to see a young couple. His face openly sneered as the disturbed the quiet evening. They ran by and Mike turned back around, gladly ignoring them.
"And to think I almost chose staying at the lodging house with Starsage over this."
Mike was walking right behind them, and couldn't help but pick up this part of their conversation. He strained his ears to hear for anything else that might be said about Starsage. When nothing else was said, he decided on a quick change of plan.
Deliberately, he ran into the, knocking them over. "Oye, sorry. I didn't see you there," he said with as much decency as possible. He extended his hand to the young girl, being as gentlemanly as possible.
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Post by Mimi on Apr 22, 2008 17:32:16 GMT -5
Everything was going fine until they fell over, Mimi wasn't exactly sure who's fault it was. There was a young man next to them, he could've ran into them. Either that or Roger tripped, it didn't matter anyways. She fell on top of Roger, trying not to hurt him or herself.
"Oye, sorry. I didn't see you there,"
She looked up to see that the young man was offering his hand to her, she got a good look at him. He was tall, taller than Roger, and had long brown hair that fell into his face. She accepted his hand, and helped herself stand up. "Its alright..." She said, trailing off. The young man had some sort of accent, which wasn't unusual in these parts. Everybody came from different places, and that was interesting to hear the different accents and dialects.
She looked him over, giving him a small smile. "Um sorry, we probably got too caught up in the fun of it." She glanced over at Roger, and helped him up. "Are you okay?" She asked him, before turning and looking at the young man. "Are you okay too?" She asked, trying to lighten up the situation.
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Post by Roger Matthews on Apr 24, 2008 15:52:30 GMT -5
So much happened in the next few minutes. They both went colliding to the ground. A guy stood above them, obviously the cause of their fall. Roger wasn't that clumsy. He took Mimi's hand and pulled himself up. Brushing himself off, Roger eyed the stranger.
Mimi and Roger couldn't have been that hard to miss. Roger eyed him suspiciously, not liking the way he looked at Mimi. He creped him out. Whoever HE was...
"Yeah, I'm fine..." He was talking to mimi, but looking at the stranger.
((Sorry it is short))
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 24, 2008 18:49:13 GMT -5
Mike smiled politely at the couple, or more the girl. The guy was giving him dirty looks, probably protective of his little girlfriend. Mike had to restrain himself from laughing at him. Did he really think he could take Mike? Did he think his little girlfriend actually liked him? No. Mike would have her under his thumb in no time.
"I'm fine, thank you, love.." On the word love Mike switched his gaze to the boy, putting extra emphasis on the word. He smirked and turned his attention back to the girl.
"So sorry for running into like that...." he began. "I wasn't paying attention." He watched as the couple exchanged a loving glance and had trouble not gagging. Young love. So bloody stupid. It wouldn't last. It never does.
Bringing his mind back to the reason he was here, Mike remembered what he wanted in the first place. The real reason he was in Bronx was because of Starsage, one of the female leaders. He figured he could just make her swoon and then get her on his side. But when he heard the young couple speaking of Starsage, he couldn't help but get extra information.
He really didn't know much about Starsage. He wasn't even sure if she was leader. It was all up in the air right now. She was either second in command, or leader. But either way, she would help drastically in his plan.
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Post by Mimi on Apr 24, 2008 19:20:35 GMT -5
"I'm fine, thank you, love.."As he said 'love', Mimi's stomach churned. She glanced over at Roger, and then back at the young man. Was he like the other guy she met the other day, when she was with Starsage? The one who harassed both of them? She shook her head, telling herself she shouldn't judge someone before she knew what they were like. "Yeah, I'm fine..."
"So sorry for running into like that....I wasn't paying attention."Mimi dusted some dust off of Roger's shoulders, and some out of his hair. She turned to face the other man, and smiled reassuringly. "No no, its fine. We're both fine, no damage done." She had her guards up, she wasn't one to trust someone this quickly. ((Meh...its short.  Sorry.))
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Post by Roger Matthews on Apr 24, 2008 20:21:50 GMT -5
Roger clenched and unclenched his fist. Something about this just made him want to punch him. The way he looked at Mimi; the way he looked at him; just the way he looked. Something was up with this guy and Roger intended to find out.
Roger couldn't help but smile in spite of himself. Mimi gave him an affectionate grin and brushed some dust off of him. He offered her an award winning smile and grabbed her hand, then kissed it.
Roger realized then how that may have looked to the other two. He hadn't done that in spite. True, he already hated the guts of this guy, but Roger wasn't a hateful person. He wasn't going to flirt with Mimi just to annoy this guy standing next to him. That wouldn't be fair; to Mimi or him.
Roger grabbed Mimi's hand and squeezed it reassuringly, feeling her tense up. She was so much like him in this way, very closed and cautious. If someone wanted their trust, they were going to have to earn it.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 25, 2008 23:24:26 GMT -5
No no, its fine. We're both fine, no damage done."
Mike almost threw up as the couple showed loving affection. Clearing his throat, Mike brought the attention back to himself. His gaze switched from the girl to the boy. He decided to make this situation a little less awkward. "I'm Mike, by the way..." He extended his hand, waiting for one of them to respond.
Mike hadn't expected them to know who he was. The boy wasn't dressed like a newsie and the girl was new. If she was around when Mike was around, he would have known. She was quite attractive.
Mike wondered if they would even be of help. Would they even talk to him? Would they tell him what he needed to know?
{I apologize. This is awful, but there wasn't hardly anything for me to say...}
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Post by Mimi on Apr 27, 2008 21:29:57 GMT -5
"I'm Mike, by the way..."
Mimi's attention was fixed on Roger, completely ignoring the young man by them. She was a bit startled by him clearing his throat. She looked down at his extended hand and then looked back up at him, she's never seen him before. Then again, most people in New York you never saw twice, unless they were your friend. She grabbed his hand and shook it, giving him a warm smile. "I'm Mimi, and this is Roger." She said, motioning over to Roger.
She squeezed Roger's hand back, she didn't trust Mike...not yet anyways. There was something about Mike that made her tense up, was it just because they just met or was it something new? She fiddled with the gold chain around her slender neck, as she bit her lower lip. "So Mike," She began, desperate for a conversation of some sort. "Are you a newsie?" She asked.
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Sorry.))