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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 28, 2008 12:12:44 GMT -5
Mike hummed as he walked down the street. The sun seemed to shine brighter today. Mike didn't know what it was, but today just felt good. It might be the fact that he had run into an old acquaintance the other day and today they were going to meet to have lunch. Or it could just be that he felt like he was winning when it came to the newsies. Whatever it was today just felt good.
Having no plans but to talk to an old friend made Mike happy, almost giddy. All the time, Mike was worried about what he was going to do next or who he was going to talk to next. He needed a break, a solace. Mike wanted some relief from his everyday life.
Don't get him wrong, he wasn't backing down. He wanted more than anything to crush the newsies. They would pay, he knew that. They knew that. He had so many people on his side, they wouldn't bloody know what was coming.
But today, today he was just going to talk. Collette was a friend from the past. They were both very young when they parted, but Mike recognized her immediately. He was out looking for a good meeting spot for him and his followers, when he ran into her. Literally. She was as beautiful as he remembered and as stubborn. Mike was pretty sure she was about to cuss him out, until she saw his face. It was a great reunion.
So, here he was, on his way to her theater. They were going to have lunch and maybe just hang out. He was also here on business. Mike had told Collette a little bit about the newsies, telling her for the reason he was out today. She'd offered him her theater for meetings and rallies and such. They were going to talk about that.
He approached the theater door and pushed it open. He ventured in, calling out, "Collette, it's Mike..."
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Post by Collette Applemoore on Apr 28, 2008 14:32:21 GMT -5
Why did she care if she looked nice or not? It was only her friend that she hadn't seen since her childhood. No, that wasn't entirely true. She would be seeing the boy she once loved as a brother and maybe more. She hadn't seen Mike in years, and now, all of a sudden, he pops up out of nowhere, scaring her half to death, and she has invited him over. She hated him with a passion for leaving, yet still just couldn't get enough of him.
Collette feverishly smoothed down her dress for the umpteenth time and then sat down on the stage, her legs dangling off the side. She let her hair that she had combed for hours fall over her shoulder in the curls that had not been in her hair for years. In fact, the last time she had curled her hair like this, was on a Sunday spent with Mike, many years back.
Collette wiggled her feet around in her shoes. Oh how she loathed them. She had been the spirited only child of two talented performers, and had inherited there talent. What she had not inherited though, was her parents personalities. She was stubborn, rebellious, Impulsive, and she could be all around Wild, but she did have a gentle streak to her as well. She could be a lady when needed.
Collette's shoe fell off of her foot and onto the ground, about 8 feet below. She cursed under her breath and leaned over to see into the semi dim light where exactly it had landed.
"Collette, it's Mike..."
Collette jumped out of her skin at the sound of Mikes voice, and screeched as she toppled forward. She landed on the ground 8 feet below on her feet, catlike, but her knee's buckled underneath her and she collapsed from the impact. "Ow.." she muttered, yanking her skirt up and rubbing her knee's. Quickly, after remembering that there was a male in the room, she threw her skirt back over her knee's.
"He--Hey Mike." she stuttered, quite bewildered at the way she was acting. What the hell was wrong with her?
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 1, 2008 14:22:46 GMT -5
Hearing a commotion, Mike narrowed his eyes and strained to see what was going. He only caught a glimpse of Collette falling of the stage. He grunted a laugh and then rushed to her side. She was such a klutz. Arriving next to her, Mike noticed her bare legs. He smirked as she quickly pulled her skirt down.
She stood up and fumbled with her words. "He--Hey Mike."
Mike's smirk widened as he noticed her nervousness. Truth be told, he was just as nervous, but he knew how to hide it much better than she did. Same old Collette. As Mike's eyes lingered on her, he took in her beauty. She'd changed in the years and definitely had grown up. Mike was glad to be with her again.
Collette was his only stable thing in his life right now. After his parents died, he fell apart. You could say Collette helped, and is helping, him pick those pieces back up. He was glad he could trust her with his secrets. "Hello, Collette..." He smiled at her.
Gazing around the place, Mike took it all in. It was big, like Irving Hall and beautiful like it. It would do nicely for rallies, if he ever got that many people. Right now it was just three people, meeting in his apartment. Mike sighed, trying to rid himself of these thoughts.
"Nice place ya got here..." he said, bringing his gaze back to her.
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Post by Collette Applemoore on May 2, 2008 2:04:36 GMT -5
"Hello, Collette..."
He certainly had a way with words, Collette thought smiling. She had missed him. He had been the friend in her life that would get her in trouble, get her out of trouble, and get into trouble with her. Her parents had strongly disapproved of him, knowing him only as "That street rat that hangs around", but Collette payed no mid to them. Of course there were fights and tears over him, but Collette always won in the end.
"Nice place ya got here..."
Collette grinned as she stood up. "Always the gentleman, Mike." she said, referring to the fact that he hadn't taken much notice of the obviousness that she was on the ground, and the gentlemanly thing to have done was to help her up. Same old Mike, she thought. Thinking more about his own interests than the welfare of his fellow peers or present company.
Turning around to face the stage, she raised her arm to gesture to the vastness of the place. "So you like what you see, then?" she asked as she took in her marvelous place. She hoped it would work for him - Or at least be good enough for him to hang around more often. The last thing she wanted now, was for him to take off again.
"Why did you leave?" she asked suddenly, her impulsiveness breaking loose through her curiosity. She hoisted herself back up onto the stage with slight difficulty as she was in a dress, and rested her head in her hands, her elbows on her lap. She was interested in knowing why a good friend would just up and leave another without so much as a goodbye and not come back until years later.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 3, 2008 10:50:12 GMT -5
"Always the gentleman, Mike."
Mike smirked. "Always the charmer, Collette," he shot back. This was always a thing for them, throwing comment after comment at each other. It definitely made their relationship interesting. But Mike always thought it kept things fun and lively.
"So you like what you see, then?"
Mike's eyes wandered to her as she turned around. He nodded and smirked, "Yeah, I do..." His eyes then flickered back to the stage area. It was almost breath taking. Collette would definitely give Medda a run for her money. Mike was excited to fill this place with people who hated the newsies.
"Why did you leave?"
Mike started. He hadn't been expecting that. He cleared his throat, "I, uh, had some problems with a few people here..." He said truthfully; he could never lie to her. Her eyes watched him as he stood awkwardly in front of her. He backed up and sat down in one of the seats of the auditorium, hoping to lessen the awkwardness of the situation.
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