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Post by April Snowe on Feb 27, 2008 14:58:37 GMT -5
(("Relief with a soda"...Crappy name...heh))
If it was one thing April needed, it was to relieve stress on a daily basis. It wasn't the easiest thing, being a blind violinist and a newsie day to day, but it earned her keep at the lodging house and it had also earned her a family. But even in families, there is stress that must be relieved. Her selling partner for the day had dropped her off at Johnson's while she went to visit someone in The Bronx, and April took this time to enjoy some thinking and good ole therapeutic alone time.
She was led to an empty chair and after thanking the waitress that had led her there, she sat down and closed her eyes. She listened, taking in every little detail about the place. The smell of the grease was stronger than that of the food, and it sounded very crowded. She opened them again to the sound of a chair scraping across from her, and the waitress saying "I'm sorry, this was the only empty seat."
She shifted her gaze towards the light which she presumed a window, and hoped that the person really wouldn't notice.
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Post by April Snowe on Feb 27, 2008 15:17:04 GMT -5
"Busy, eh?"
April couldn't be sure if the female voice was talking to her or not. "Mmm.." she nodded, casting her gaze down to the cup of soda that had just been placed in front of her.
"I'm April.." she started, not quite knowing how she should speak to the girl, or whether or not she would even respond back. Once people find out that your blind, they tend to ignore you or even worse, feel sorry for you and let you get away with anything you'd like. Sometimes that could work in her favor, but most of the time it just frustrated her.
((Sorry..Brain death..))
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Post by April Snowe on Feb 27, 2008 17:10:38 GMT -5
"Hi, I'm Starsage."
April could not have known that "Starsage" had stuck out her hand for her to shake, but something impulsive inside of her made her stick out her hand as well, hoping she was going in the right direction. It was a few moments, as he had been slightly off in her hand notion, until their hands embraced.
April noticed immediately that this girl was a newsie. She could feel the ink from the girls hand smudge onto her hand, and that alone was a dead giveaway. Also, well to do people didn't normally want to associate with people like April. She smiled, her eyes still averted, "You're a newsie..." she said, quite oblivious to the fact that she was leader of the Bronx.
She brought her eyes forward, slightly off centered. Looking at her straight on, one might think that she had glazed over, or that she was thinking intently or in very much pain. Her eyes were unfocused, and a clear gloss seemed to shine over them.
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Post by April Snowe on Mar 4, 2008 0:34:26 GMT -5
"Yep, I am." "So, what about you?" April looked down at her cup, "I sell papers, but I'm a violinist for Medda Larkson." she said softly. She did not add to that, that she was Medda's blind violinist that people enjoyed coming from all over to watch, no, she would leave that part out. It made her feel like a tourist attraction, like an animal in the circus. How could she explain to this girl that the reason she sold papers and worked for Medda was because when she sold papers she had to sell with someone? She had to depend on that person to collect the money she earned and give it to her, which they didn't always do. Sometimes they would just run off with her money, leaving her abandoned and lost to the world around her in the big city. April returned her attention to the girl when she cleared her throat awkwardly. She must know...April thought. She frowned and said, "I'm sorry if a blind violinist isn't the greatest company.." ((No problemo..  ))
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Post by April Snowe on Mar 5, 2008 2:20:37 GMT -5
"I didn't know...uh..." "But I am enjoying this company.." "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have, well...ya know.."
April laughed. She was used to this kind of reaction from people. "As long your ok with me being blind, then so am I." she said smiling. It was good to have friends in different places, because then if you are ever ditched - as April so often was because she was blind - Then you can get help easier.
She lowered her gaze back to her cup, knowing how it must have felt for the other girl to have a blind girl staring at her without actually seeing anything.
"What do you look like?" April asked suddenly. Knowing how strange that must have sounded she added quickly, "So I can picture you in my head.."
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