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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 27, 2009 0:16:27 GMT -5
Mush nodded. All though not quite understanding. "I don't think you're an outcast. You shouldn't care what people think about you anyway." He frowned a little as he said this. Then he became thoughtlful. "A nickname huh? Well, ya get one by the way you dress or your personality."He decided to go with the truth on this one. "Well actually I was thinkin' about singin'. Not me singin' though. Her name's Medda the Swedish Meadowlark. I was thinkin' about askin' Street when her next show was. Street lives in Brooklynn."
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 27, 2009 0:28:28 GMT -5
"Huh, thank you, that means a lot to me, honestly." She smiled graciously. "Well, my nickname would probably be Class or something..." She trailed off, thinking. "How did you get your nickname, Mush?"
Ophelia listened to his reply. "Singing? I have never heard of Medda the Swedish Meadowlark." She laughed. "You keep mentioning this 'Street' person. Is he someone important?" She asked, laughing. "You know, I have to go to concerts. But they are orchestras. Completely boring..." She faked snoring to convey to him how boring they were. She smiled, feeling completely happy at the moment.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 27, 2009 0:49:21 GMT -5
"You keep mentioning this 'Street' person. Is he someone important?"
Mush laughed at her question. "Street knows everything about everything but you best keep your wits about you around 'er. She a pickpocket, see? That's how she lives. Some kids sell papes some fight and some like her they steal." Mush kept emphisizing the her parts of what he was saying. Still chuckling a little he told her about Medda. "You'll love her. Everyone does." He said smiling.
"And this." He said spreading his arms wide. "This is Manhattan. That there is the Refuge. It's jail for kids. Ova that way is Bottle Alley, that's where i usually sell me papes." He told her pointing out different places and directions.
"And as for me name. I'm not sure how i gots it really."
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 27, 2009 12:53:16 GMT -5
"Pickpockets?! You cannot tell me you deal with common criminals? And a girl too!" She shook her head, a couple blonde curls dancing around. "I am postive I will love anyone you do. You seem to have a good judge of character." She smiled cheerfully.
"Manhattan? You see, I live in Midtown, though I was born in Brooklyn. I have only gone to Manhattan occasionaly, mostly to go to Central Park." She looked at the refuge. "I never knew such a place existed." She murmured. "You know, I have never been to Bottle Alley. That is by the harbor, is it not?"
She laughed. "There surely must be a reason? Perhaps your kindness?" She suggested.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 27, 2009 13:55:09 GMT -5
Mush looked at her and smiled at her shock. The word pickpocket seemed awful, and he could see why. "Yeah, we gots all kind of criminals around these parts. That's what the refuge is for. And the warden Snyder well let's just say you don't want to be 'rond him when he's in a bad mood. But don't worry, they won't get ya. I won't let 'em." Mush said refering to both Warden Snyder and the criminals
"You seem to have a good judge of character." She smiled cheerfully.
"Well thank you. That means a lot. Yeah. I suppose it has something ta do with me kindness. And yes Bottle Alley is by the Harbor. I grew up there. And i mostly sell me papes there. It a big business place." Mush looked around wonderin' what he show show her next.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 27, 2009 14:05:50 GMT -5
"I meant it that way," She smiled. "I could never imagine being in prison. I do not know what I would do." She trailed off, shaking her head. She smiled again, "Do you sell a lot of newspapers there? If you like, I can stop by and buy some from you from time to time. I enjoy catching up on the news. If I had control over my portion of the family fortune, I would do much more for you, but alas, I am underage and my grandmama controls it. She sends my a small allowance of fifty dollars a week." She sighed. "I fear 'tis not enough to help you as I would like."
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 27, 2009 14:14:22 GMT -5
Mush stopped and stared at her. "You don't have to do that." He took a breath and started to walk again. "I mean i sell plenty of papes. I make a good livin' on me own." They had come to the Loging house. "See this? This is me home. Well mine and all the other Manhattan Newsies." He smiled as he realized it really was his home. He saw Racetrack walking out. "Heya Race! That's Racetrack. Be careful he likes to gamble." He mumbled to Ophelia as they walked up to Race.
"How's it goin' Race? This is me friend Ophelia. Opheilia this is Race." He introduced them to each other. "I'm showin' her around."
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 27, 2009 14:34:24 GMT -5
Ophelia tried to keep walking, but she stopped and look back at him. "What is wrong? I just offered you some buisness..." She said confused. "It is..." She thought for the right word, she turned to him and grinned. "It is absolutely beautiful and charming." She looked at Racetrack. "Racetrack? What an unusual nickname!" She tilted her head at him. "Gambling? I am slightly appalled and slightly intrigued." She laughed, smiling brightly. "It is a pleasure to you, Race."
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 27, 2009 14:42:58 GMT -5
MUsh sighed inwardly to himself. Racetrack was talking to Ophelia. And Mush was wondering how he could explain to her...
"Hey Mush I'll catcha later I'm going up to da Track." Race waggled his eyebrows at Mush. Mush laughed and said, "Aliright Race don't get into ta too much trouble." They shook hands. "Wouldn't think of it Mush. Nice meeting you Ophelia." Race walked away.
Mush turned to Ophelia. "Ya don't need to buy bunches of papes from meh just so i can get some money. If ya want to buy one that's fine. I don't want ya wastin' your money on meh." He looked at her and tried to walk again. Ophelia held him back.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 27, 2009 14:53:55 GMT -5
Ophelia raised her eyebrows. "Mush, can you fill me in a little? What was that about with Racetrack?" She asked after saying goodbye to Race. She laid a hand on his arm when he tried to walk away. "Are you saying you do not want me to drop by when you are working?" She asked him lightly. "And, I would not be wasting my money. The Lord knows you deserve it more then I ever would. You can use it to... Take a girl to lunch. Surely you have a girl?" She asked. "Please, Mush. I have seen what people in my position have done to people in your position. Good people that do not have the best luck. Allow me to make some things right in the world?" She asked him quietly. "I never want anyone-let alone you-to have to suffer so hard... Especially not you."
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 27, 2009 15:11:34 GMT -5
Mush turned around. He sighed then he smiled at her. His boyish smile got bigger when she asked about Race. "Ah Race, well he's a gambler and likes to bet on things, or people, for money thats partly how he makes a livin'. Race likes to go down to the racetrack, and take a bet on a horse he thinks will win. Only he don't listen to good. One race Street told him to bet on Longstreet, but he bet on Longbow." He said shaking his head.
He looked up into her eyes. They did look slighty hurt when she asked if he didn't want her to visit. "Na na! Of course I want ya ta visit. That's not what I meant. I just don't want ya givin' all yer money away, that's all." He looked down. When he looked up, he smiled. "We gonna stand here talkin' all day of are we gonna see the city?"
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 27, 2009 15:38:23 GMT -5
"Oh, that would be bad." She laughed. "Oh, I see. Well, it is my money so therefore I can do with it what I please, correct?" She asked him, laughing slightly. Ophelia nodded eagerly. "Of course, the city. I was just enjoying seeing your Lodging House is all." She looked around. "Where else do you like to go?"
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 27, 2009 15:42:45 GMT -5
He chuckled. "Yeah you can do what you want with your money. I guess if ya got it ya got it." He looked around. "Well there's Medda's but she's probably not in. I guess we could go down ta Brooklynn, the part ya don't know, if ya want." He looked at her and smiled. He knew she wouldn't turn him down. She wanted to see the most dangerous. And he was showing her. But maybe this trip wouldn't be all bad.
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Post by Ophelia on Sept 27, 2009 16:02:56 GMT -5
Ophelia was slightly disappointed, she had wanted to meet Medda, but... Brooklyn! Her home! "Yes, I would like to see Brooklyn very much. I want to see where I was born." She said quietly-but with a quiet excitement. "Is there anywhere else first?" She asked politely, she was actually interested and excited about this side of the city. It surprised her, she was so use to beng bored all the time.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 27, 2009 16:15:26 GMT -5
Mush thought a while. He had shown her the square the house and she knew the park. Tibby's! Of course. And maybe he'd run into Boo there. He really needed to apologize to him. Mush smiled at Ophelia. "Of course there's somewhere else to go. Ya hungry?" Without waiting for a reply or telling her where they were going, Mush pulled her along to Tibby's. He could practically see the excitement radiating off of her. He laughed as they started off down the street.
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