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Post by Ophelia on Sept 26, 2009 21:03:54 GMT -5
Ophelia sat demurely on the bench, her back straight and her blond hair pulled back in a bun and up in her whit hat. Her white gloved hands held her book up face height as her grey eyes flitted across the pages. A white lace umbrella was leaning against her shoulder, open and shading her from the sun.
She knew her chaperone was in the park somewhere, but was glad that she was left alone for now. She tuned out the noises of the park effortlessly, she was use to tuning out boring speeches and conversations from her life at the boarding school. Now, the people were like background noise-like a piano at dinner or the low murmur of conversations in the parlor. Ophelia was forever bored by the life of the school. Regulations and bells were all she knew. She was slightly envious of the kids she saw running all over the park... Even if some of them were wearing rags.
She looked up swiftly, the gilded book falling to her lap as she lost interest. Now, the conversations swirled around her, enveloping her. They were quite interesting... More interesting then the adventures of Oliver Twist or Huck Finn.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 26, 2009 21:46:01 GMT -5
Mush was walkin' through the park after a nice hot dog at Tibby's. He noticed a goil sittin' on a bench with a white umbrella. He took a wild guess and said he thought she had money, whereever she came from. He walked up behind the bench. She looked like she was trying to block out the sounds. He walked around and sat on the bench. "Hiya, me name's Mush." He smiled at the goil. He tried to be polited but still he wondered if she would answer him, a street kid. Like the many other rich folk around these parts, they tended to avoid them, well ecept to buy papes.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 26, 2009 21:55:37 GMT -5
Ophelia jumped violently at the voice. Her book fell into the dirt at her feet. She quickly slipped off the bench and knelt in the dirt to pick up the book. She realized her gloves and dress where getting dirty, so she sat back on the bench and closed her umbrella, leaning it against her leg. She turned to the boy and studied him.
"Hiya, me name's Mush."
"Nice to meet you, Mush. My name is Ophelia Lexeme. How do you do this fine day?" She asked politely. She wasn't trying to sound like a snob, it was just she had been trained since she was eight years to be grammatically correct and well-behaved. She brushed her book off and tucked it into a small bag on her wrist.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 26, 2009 22:09:59 GMT -5
Mush's smile grew bigger when she replied. "Lexeme, huh? Say you ain't related to Street are ya?" He watched as Ophelia brushed off her dress and put her umbrella by her leg. "I didn't mean ta startle ya either. Sorry." He looked down at his feet looking sheepish. He looked back at her. She must be related to Street. He thought to himself. She had the same eyes. Uh- not that he looked into Street eyes. He just sees her a lot and tends to talk to a person while looking into their eyes.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 26, 2009 22:18:56 GMT -5
"Lexeme, huh? Say you ain't related to Street are ya?"
Ophelia stopped brushing absently. She looked to Mush, confusion in her eyes. "Excuse me, but whom? I know no one name 'Street' anything. My parents have been dead for nine years and I have not seen any of my family since then." She said, sniffing. Her family was a very touchy subject. "It is perfectly alright. I was concentrating on the passerbys, not on my surroundings like I should have been." She smiled softly, using a smile she had not used in years. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her chaperone approach but waved her away impatiently.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 26, 2009 22:37:18 GMT -5
Mush was confused. This Ophelia had to be related to Street. She had ta be! Maybe if he took her to Street. Hmm mayb... "OH uh well i think her name is uh-" God what was Streets name? Mush couldn't remember for the life of him. So he quickly changed the subject. "Hows bout i show ya around? huh? Get ta know some people." He looked at her. Her eyes were somewhere else. He followed her gaze. There was someone off in the distance waving at her impatiently. He hoped she would come with him.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 26, 2009 22:51:49 GMT -5
Ophelia turned her attention back to him. "I am sorry. All my siblings were named after Shakesperian characters, and then their middle names were virtues are parents wanted us to uphold. For example, my name is Ophelia Truth." Ophelia told him cheerfully. "I doubt I am related to your friend, though Lexeme is a highly uncommon last name." She smiled and patted his hand absently. Ophelia tilted her head to the side-it was habit she had had since she was little. "I believe that will be fine. As long as you escort me I shall be fine... Correct?" She asked him, her slender eyebrows raising. "I would love to meet more people like you. Oh, that sounds bad does it not? I just mean... Well, many people of my position are extremely boring." She rolled her eyes, her true personality showing slightly. "I will accompany you."
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 26, 2009 22:58:07 GMT -5
Mush smiled and laughed. He put his head down for a second and back up again. "Yes you will be safe with me. I promise I will not let anything happen to you." He smiled at her then he waved his hand towards the person waving her down. "Who is that?" he gave her a questioning glance. "Ya need some help with him?" This time he glance at the guy waving her down and didn't look back. His face was serious. He'd just promised her that she would be safe and Mush kept his promises. If this guy wanted to hurt her he'd have to get through Mush first.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 26, 2009 23:02:54 GMT -5
Ophelia flicked her eyes to the man. She pushed Mush's hand down and waved the man away. "That is my chaperone. A very serious and boring young man whom I happen to dislike very much. He is my escort around the city and I happen to hate being lead around by him. Sometimes, I wish I could see the dangerous side of the city." She sighed, then brightened and turned to him, clutching his hands in hers. "Will you show it to me? The dangerous side of New York? Well, can you show me your New York? The Newsie part..." She smiled hopefully, begging him with all her heart. She was breathing quickly, excited for the first time in many years. This was... fun!
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 26, 2009 23:10:34 GMT -5
She looked too excited to turn down. Not that he had planned on it anyway. He looked back at her. He smiled at her excitment. "O course I will. I'd be happy to." He looked back at the guy and waved mockingly. He stood up and held out his hand for hers. "Ya gots anywheres special ya wanna go foist?" He asked. She had asked to see the wild side of New York. But Mush was gonna save Brooklynn for last unless that's where she wanted to go.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 26, 2009 23:17:51 GMT -5
Ophelia shook her head. "No, take me where the newsies usually gather. I only know the rich, clean streets. Madison, Wall Street, and Broadway." She shook her head. "Not fun. What is the most dangerous place newsies go? I want to go there." She nodded. Yes that was perfect, if she was going to live on the wildside, why not the wildest? "Tell me about yourself, Mush. I am very interested in you lifestyle." She said, taking his hand. She stood and used her umbrella as a walking stick. "Thomas looks horribely angry. Oh, Thomas is my chaperone. I expect he is going to tell Mrs. Westchurch about this." She grinned happily. Getting in trouble was exactly what she wanted.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 26, 2009 23:27:48 GMT -5
Mush just now looked uncomfortable. But he lost it quickly before she asked why. "Well uh.. the most dangerous place, I think we'll save it for last. Or at least close to last. Hows bout we just walk?" He squeezed her hand. He started walking, but slowly. "Um, about me. Well what do ya wanta know?" He watched her reaction to going to the 'wild' side. She seemed strangly pleased with herself.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 26, 2009 23:33:46 GMT -5
Ophelia shrugged, undaunted. "As long as we see it." She said, nodding. "Well, anything you feel like sharing. Like perhaps... Who your friends are? I only have one good friend and I did not even chose her. Her name is Penny Westchurch and I am forced to be her best friend. I want to chose my friends for once. Starting with you." She informed him, smiling brightly. "I must be very droll. I am always complaining about my life!" She laughed softly.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 26, 2009 23:47:10 GMT -5
Mush laughed. "Na its ok." They made their way out of the park. "Well um me friends would have to be first of all Kid Blink, then Brooke and her brother Asher then probably Jack uh we call him Cowboy, and then Street then Poet. Your toin. Why do you have to be friends with this Penny?" They followed the path that led them onto the streets. He didn't know when Medda's next performance was. He hoped soon so he could take Ophelia. She needed to see the Swedish Meadowlark sing. Mush smiled to himself remembering the last performance he was at.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 27, 2009 0:03:51 GMT -5
"Well, I am terrified of thunderstorms and large bodies of water." Ophelia informed him. "Your friends all have unusual nicknames. Kid Blink, Cowboy, Street." She looked at him. "Mush..." Ophelia sighed, "Well, Mrs. Westchurch controls every part of our lives at the boarding school. Who we talk to, who are friends are, what we eat, how we dress." She heaved a heavier sigh. "I have two choices. Either be friends with Penny-and be completely accepted-or do not be friends with Penny, in which case I am an outcast." Ophelia looked at him. "How do you get a nickname?" She saw him smile, she smiled too. "What are you thinking about?" She asked softly, amused.
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