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Post by Snoop on Feb 27, 2010 21:24:44 GMT -5
Snoop kept her head down, looking out below the bridge, trying to not be conspicuous. This was the problem with her job, she couldn't do anything. Sure, she had gotten paid some money, but after a while you got chased by people who wanted you dead. Maybe it was because she didn't have a lot of options. In a way, she really didn't care about a lot of people. After all, what had some people dont for her? Shaking her head, she looked at the sky.
It was cloudy, and probably would rain. But she honestly didn't care. Snoop didn't have a lot to care for. Maybe that was a problem, maybe it wasn't, but who in their right mind would care? Not a lot of people thats for sure. She was a tool, a tool who not many cared for, and could simply toss away after being used. There weren't a lot of jobs, which she didn't mind, but she wasn't the best at selling papers. She'd rather pick pockets, or find something useful.
There was no way she could stay where she lived forever, also. Because no one could live on the Harlem River forever. Looking back down, Snoop couldn't help but wonder where this thoughts came from. Maybe it was because she didn't know her future. Besides, not like anyone knew anything about her. None of them knew her birthday was in March, or the fact that she actually remembered most of the times she talked to other newsies.
Maybe she wasnt social, but she did remember. It started to rain, but Snoop couldn't feel it. She just stared out below, not paying attention to her surroundings at all.
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Post by Henri de Lion on Feb 27, 2010 21:58:23 GMT -5
Henri hummed as he walked. His hands in his pockets, his hair a mess as usual, his trademark bandana tied around his head. He noticed a girl walking in front of him. She was getting awfully close to the river bank. "Hey! Watch out, you're going to fall!" Henri reached out and grabbed the back of her coat, tugging her into his chest. "Pay a little attention, fille bête." He huffed, letting her go. Oddly, he felt no need to charm her. Maybe he was tired, tired of always talking smoothly, reading reactions.
"Are you lost?" He asked in a pitying tone. "I won't help you if you aren't. Even if you think I'm handsome and you beg me to help you, I won't if you actually know where you're going." He told her bluntly. He didn't like liars, even if they were trying to pick him up. "So, what is it? Are you lost?"
[[fille bete=silly girl]]
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Post by Snoop on Feb 27, 2010 22:14:02 GMT -5
Snoop felt herself pulled back, and almost immediately was pissed. After seeing who he was, she honestly didn't bother a lot. "I wasn't going to fall," she replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "I was just looking at the river." Listening to the guy talk, she couldn't help but want to space out, "No, I'm not lost. I actually know New York better than the back of my hand. And who said I was lost?" Saying she was lost was like saying that ice wasn't water. Who was this guy?
Looking around, she pushed herself away from the guy gently, "Dont touch me please," Snoop said simply, her accent was starting to fade after a while. Maybe it was because she'd rather not be touched by someone she didn't know, or maybe it was just because no one had even shaken her hand before. Being touched by someone was... different. In a weird way. Maybe it was because she was so used to being a loner.
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Post by Henri de Lion on Feb 27, 2010 22:19:18 GMT -5
Henri rolled his eyes. "You were going to fall. Your foot was practically in the water already." He told her, his eyes drifted away, to the side. "I don't really care whether or not you're lost. I was just telling you how it was going to be, is all." He told her gruffly, he didn't like her attitude. When she told him not to touch her, Henri grinned wickedly. "Oh. So I shouldn't do this?" He poked her cheek. "So thin. You'll never get a guy that way. You want to build up you assests, Flat-chested." He teased, "No butt either. What's your real name, Flat-chested?"
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Post by Snoop on Feb 27, 2010 22:35:47 GMT -5
She glared at the guy when he poked her. Ok, this guy was getting on her nerves. Didn't he understand personal space? Snoop took a step back, wishing that the guy hadn't started getting on her nerves. Now she was hyper aware of her surroundings, almost calculating every move that happened around her. Oh how this guy go on her nerves. "Who cares if I get a guy or not?" she replied, "Not like anyone cares." It was the truth, so if it made him talk more she could care less.
Snoop couldn't help but feel a little bit offended when he called her flat chested, but brushed it off. It never mattered to her anyway, but if the guy really was set on torturing her then fine. She could torture him too. "Numele meu este bianca Aurelia si cred ca esti foarte nepoliticos la mine," she replied cooly in fluent Romanian. Oh the joys of being from Europe, so many languages, and she was positive the guy wasn't from Bucharest.
[[Translation: My name is Bianca Aurelia and I think you're very rude to me.]]
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Post by Henri de Lion on Feb 27, 2010 22:51:40 GMT -5
Henri grinned. "You're Romanian? Well, I heard their women were the most beautiful in the world. Well, I want my money refunded if I ever go there! They shouldn't make you the cover girl." He looked at her. He lowered his face, so close his breath brushed her cheeks. "Hey, you know I'm joking right? I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I find you interesting." Henri patted her head. "By the way, Biance Aurelia, I'm French and my name's Henri. I mean... You did say your name was Bianca Aurelia and that you find me rude, right? I know I'm a little rusty, but..." He shrugged in mock defeat, a playful innocent expression on his face. He smirked. "So..."
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Post by Snoop on Feb 27, 2010 23:01:37 GMT -5
"I've never met a French man who understood Romanian," Snoop simply replied, "And call me Bianca and I'll pummel you to a pulp. Call me Snoop, thats what everyone else calls me, no exceptions." It seemed Henri was trying to be nicer to her, but... if the guy really wanted to be nice he should of been nice from the beginning. "Tell me, where did you learn Romanian?" she asked, hiding the fact that she was curious as to how he could understand her at all, "Sau esti doar un noroc guesser?"
This was probably the first time she had ever been able to talk to someone using Romanian and them actually understanding her. It actually felt... kind of nice, for a change. Snoop didnt have to either translate, nor almost hurt the person because she was so frustrated. But she still didn't trust him, since she had a hard time trusting people. You'd get like that too, if you had her job. But of course, not a lot of people were in need of a sneak, so it didn't matter anyway.
[[Translation=Or are you just a lucky guesser?]]
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Post by Henri de Lion on Feb 27, 2010 23:08:37 GMT -5
"Oh. Snoop. I see." Henri pursed his lips. "Well, Snoopy, I grew up in a military-esque home where I had to learn my lessons or else I couldn't help assasinate the nobles." He said with all seriousness. "To be an international sleuth, you had to learn other languages. But Romanian is romantic and France is the country of romance." Henri smiled at her, poking her cheek again. "I have no luck." Henri was having fun. She was stubborn, and that made the conversations interesting.
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Post by Snoop on Feb 27, 2010 23:17:59 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow. "Assassinate?" 'this guy has to be kidding,' she thought to herself, 'he looks like he couldn't even kill a person.' But then again, you couldn't judge a book by it's cover, same as people. Snoop didn't know if the guy could kill her or not, but she didn't show that now she was paranoid. Sure, she had enemies, but if they sent this guy... well she just hoped that she knew New York better than Henri did.
When Henri poked her again, she didn't bother, that fight wouldn't be worth it, but when he said he had no luck, Snoop replied, "Of course. The Irish get the luck, the Romanians get the romance language, and France gets no luck at all." That was probably true, and she had nothing to do so she just decided to talk to Henri. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad to actually have a conversation with someone, even if they got on your nerves when you first met them.
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Post by Henri de Lion on Feb 27, 2010 23:22:59 GMT -5
Henri grinned. "You believed me? That I was an assasin?" He laughed loudly. "No, I am a gypsy, and in order to avoid the cops, I have to assume many identities." Henri said, just as serious as before. In all actually, he was a boy from a rich family, taught several languages before he could walk right. Also bethrothed before he knew what girls actually were. "The French get somethings! They get moi." He smirked. "I'm cocky. You like that right? 'Cause I'm full of spunk!" He slapped her back, laughing like an idiot.
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Post by Snoop on Feb 27, 2010 23:39:15 GMT -5
"Actually, I didn't believe it," Snoop replied cooly, "And a gypsy? Last I checked, there weren't any gypsies from France." Somehow, this guy was lying, and she wanted to figure out why he was lying. Short and simply. Smirking when he said the French had him, she shook her head, "They have the Eiffel Tower too." and she was pretty sure that was more important than him. And when Henri said he was cocky, she couldn't agree more to that statement then the earlier ones.
"Yep, definitely full of spunk," she replied, half smiling. Snoop wasn't a smiler, it took a lot to smile, so she just offered him a half smile. She was a bit tired, but she brushed it off, she could just go back to Harlem later. Besides, it was amusing talking to Henry. For once she wasn't being asked to go sneak around and find something out, even though she still didn't trust him whatsoever. Snoop figured she'd never trust anyone fully, not after what happened to her parents.
Maybe that's why she didn't trust people.
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Post by Henri de Lion on Feb 27, 2010 23:47:18 GMT -5
Henri smiled. "You caught me. I am only the youngest language professor in Europe." He shrugged. "The Eiffel Tower, huh?" He said thoughtfully. "Yes, but, the Eiffel Tower can't talk back." He laughed again. "Excuse me... I think I'm hallucinating. Did you just smile?" He smiled at her, a real one, not mocking or playful. "Beautiful." He breathed, then he kissed her cheek gently, brushing his fingertips along her cheek bone. "Perfect bone structure."
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Post by Snoop on Feb 28, 2010 0:04:19 GMT -5
She couldn't help but shake her head. Youngest proffessor? Oh well, she didn't care, but when he said it didn't talk back, she shrugged, "Oh well, I've never been there so I wouldn't know." Snoop wished she had seen more of Europe, while she was living there, but she didn't. Her family decided to just go from Romania to America, no pit stops. Wasn't her fault at all, and it wasn't her parents. So she didn't bother with France.
Snoop blushed when he kissed her cheek. Wait, did she just blush? She mentally slapped herself, and recoiled a little when her brushed her cheek bone. Now that was definitely knew. She wasn't used to that. Taking a step back, she turned around quickly and started walking, "I have to go," she said quietly. Snoop didn't even look back at Henri, she didn't want to. It sucked with her memory, because she would remember, but would he remember her? She secretly hoped so.
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Post by Henri de Lion on Feb 28, 2010 13:51:24 GMT -5
Henri frowned. "Ah! Don't walk away! I'm sorry, I got ahead of myself. See, I have this medical condition where I think I'm something, where I am actually nothing. But, what do you think, Snoopy?" He asked, skidding to a halt in front of her. "Shall I take you to France and then beyond?" He grabbed her hand and pulled her to a large rock. "Now here we see the island nation of England where they cut people's heads off and impale them on their garden fences. Here we see Ireland, where it is green and has potential, but little luck to grow it. Blame the English." He pointed next to a bench with a tree hanging over it, partially blocking it from view. "And this is an avenue in France. See how vivid the colors are compared to the foggy England and Ireland? The tree screams romance and the bench belongs to several different lovers. Can you see it, Snoopy? Can you?" He asked eagerly, patting the hand he held.
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Post by Snoop on Feb 28, 2010 21:27:52 GMT -5
Snoop listened and watched as he showed her, 'Europe.' She had to admit, it was a bit hard to imagine everything, in fact, she had a really hard time imagining it. But she really didn't want to hurt the guys feelings by saying she couldn't see it. She looked at what was 'France,' and couldn't help but not see it. There were only two things Snoop was ever counted on for: Lying, and Sneaking. That's all she was paid to do, ever. She didn't have to have an imagination to lie, so she never did.
Sighing, she turned her head and looked at him, "No, I can't see it," she decided to tell the truth, "I lost my imagination, a very long time ago." Snoop hadn't lost her imagination, she had lost who she had been before, Bianca. She wasn't the little fun loving kid she had been when she was younger, she was more anti social now. And that truly had never been a problem to her. But it seemed like Henri was actually trying to somehow make her feel better, even if he didn't know it.
She wished he wouldn't. She wished he would leave it alone, Snoop didn't need anyone. Or did she? She had a feeling she would never know.
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