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Post by Hunter on Sept 26, 2009 14:50:32 GMT -5
Hunter sat in a booth by the window, his eyes gazing out of it every few minutes, it was the evening and he wondered if Street would be around here at all. He had talked to one of her newsboys and the boy had told him that Street liked to come here after a long day. He looked down at his glass of water and sighed, he wondered if his luck would be good today, if it was she would show up. He hadn't been able to stop himself from thinking about her since that day at the park. He swirled his glass in his hand before bringing it to his lips. He wondered how she was doing, and if everything was safe in her burough these days with what happened to Poet, he hoped nothing like that would ever happen to Street. He put his glass down and looked out the window again watching the sun in the distance as it lowered in the sky.
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Post by Street on Sept 26, 2009 15:02:11 GMT -5
Street whistled as she walked into Jensen's. She looked around for an empty seat and the whistle died on her lips. She flushed and felt like running out into the street. How was she supposed to talk to Hunter?! She had made a complete fool of herself... crawling under tables and talking nonsense-well sense to her, nonsense to everyone else. But a boy she knew-a Bronx boy-came by and shoved her towards the table 'accidentally'. Street swallowed her fear-she'd been having to do that a lot lately-and walked over to where he was sitting. She was suddenly aware that yet again, she had no shoes. She quickly ran a hand through her messy, unkept hair and stood in front of his table, her hands clasped in front of her demurely.
"Uh... Heya Hunta... Do ya... I mean, ya wouldn't mind if I sat here, would ya?" She asked carefully, wincing at her bad grammar and accent. Was she an idiot? He'd turn her away. He was probably waiting for Poet or Mittens... One of them beautiful girls. Street glanced at his face and felt her heart beat violently. Why did he make her so nervous? Instead, she focused on his glass, focused so hard, her grey eyes were slits.
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Post by Hunter on Sept 28, 2009 20:22:34 GMT -5
Hunter looked up from his glass and a smile lit up his face. His eyes fell on Street and he took her in, every feature on her beautiful face, every movement. He gestured with his hand to the seat across from him,"Of course, yer jus' the person I was waiting fer actually...."he said as he ruffled his hair. He tilted his head and looked into her eyes,"Do ya want anythin' it's on meh?"he asked her as he waved over a waitress. As he waited he shifted in his seat and looked at her, still taking in every part of her, the way she looked at him, the way her voice sounded when she said his name, how cute it was when she stumbled over her own words.(sorry for shortness)
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Post by Street on Sept 29, 2009 19:01:51 GMT -5
"Ya were waitin' for me?" She asked in a confused voice. "I don't see why..." She said as she slid into the booth across from him. She shook her head. "I ain't hungry much. But I will take somthin' ta drink." She smiled, not wanting to offend him. "It's nice ta see ya around again, Hunter." She murmured, flushing and looking at her hands, which were laying in her lap. "Ya know, I figured ya'd be out lookin' for Killer or somethin', ya know, takin' the law inta your own hands." She teased, smiling slightly. Of course she never expected him to do such a thing, it was too dangerous.
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Post by Hunter on Sept 30, 2009 10:18:25 GMT -5
Hunter laugheed slightly at her comment,"nah, if I did something so foolish Poet would kill meh herself, she wouldn't want meh getting hurt ya know..."he muttered as he ordered two drinks and watched the waitress leave to get them. He looked at Street,"well why wouldn't I wanna look fer someone as pretteh as yerself?"he asked her a grin spreading across his face, he definately was a charmer. He thanked the waitress as she set down their drinks before she walked away again. He took a small drink and looked down into his glass as he swirled it,"and besides, I wanted ta make sure you were ok with everything that's been happening lately, first Poet and den Kitten and some of the newsies keep gettin' inta trouble on their own, it's like everything's going down hill right now,"he muttered as his eyes slowly looked up from his cup and met hers.
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Post by Street on Sept 30, 2009 16:07:34 GMT -5
Street flushed at his comment and quickly sipped her drink. Pretty? How odd... She thought to herself. "Uh, thank ya," She said after a pause, smiling slightly. She tilted her head, confused. "What happened ta Kitten?" She asked. "Nothin' bad, I hope." She told him... "I've been fine, better then fine actually. Spot's stopped callin' me a hobo-he actually rescued me the other day. And Levi Akecheta is backin' off from his claim of bein' the best pickpocket in New York. I had ta persuade him, but, ya know. Ya can't get everythin' without tryin'." She said, shrugging and smiling with a playful glint. In truth, she had stolen Levi's arrowhead until he admitted she was the best. She loved proving him wrong. "So, anythin' new with ya?"
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Post by Hunter on Oct 2, 2009 23:02:47 GMT -5
"Ya didn't hear what happened ta Kitten? Oh trust meh Hawk's not messing around this time I'm pretty sure, those Delancey's cornered her and gave her a damn good beatin'..... Hawk was pretty surprised she managed to get back to the lodging house in her condition, all the young Harlem kids are talkin' about it....and ya know Hawk don't take anything of that matter sitting down,"he said. He took another drink as he eyed some passersby outside the window before gazing into her eyes.
He shrugged,"Not really, just been making sure Poet keeps her cool, make sure she's healin' up ok....she's got some pretty major news I hear but she won't tell anyone what it's about, hopefully her and Irish didn't break it off,"he mummbled. He swirled his cup absently before placing it on the table and cupping it with both his hands it was habit. "I'm glad yer getting more respect, it's how it should be,"he added softly.
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Post by Street on Oct 3, 2009 15:31:10 GMT -5
"Alot has happened in a couple of days, huh?" She asked thoughtfully. "It seems ta me alot of girls are gettin' beat up." She tilted her head at him. "Dangerous times for girls... for anybody."
She took another drink. "Hawkeye seems... capable." She nodded, yes capable was the right word. "Respect..." She murmured. "What is respect? Bein' feared? Bein' loved? I don't know what respect is anymore. All I know is I have ta earn it... but... I don't know what I'm tryin' ta earn." She muttered. She shrugged and smiled at him. "I bet a lot of people fear ya. I'm not afraid of ya, not one bit." She teased, grinning.
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Post by Hunter on Nov 11, 2009 18:42:14 GMT -5
"Fear? Me? that's funny..."he said a charming smile on his face. He knew that when he snapped and got angry that yeah people feared him, hell he scared himself sometimes when he was angry. He tilted his head and looked abit out the window. "I ain't all that scary unless I have a reason to be angry and if I'm angry at a guy, then yeah I can be very scary," he mused shaking his head just slightly remembering the one time he snapped...and it wasn't at a guy....it was at poor Poet. He looked down abit and sighed he remembered it too clearly and was thankful that she forgave him after that, after he had come extremely close to hurting her himself.
He looked up at Street, he could never harm her, he'd protect her with his life if need be, and he would hurt any guy who tried to hurt her. "Respect? well I can tell ya respect isn't always the most important thing, but you do have respect from me, Poet, I'm pretteh sure most people respect ya Street...if they don't they must be crazy,"he said.
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Post by Street on Nov 12, 2009 16:41:12 GMT -5
Street giggled. "I have a secret... Do ya want ta hear it?" She leaned in close. "Levi stabbed me accidently, and then he kissed me!" She said excitedly, in a rush, her eyes alight with adventure. "Weird huh? Who'd eevr thunk it? Levi Akecheta..." She shook her head. "Ya ever kiss a girl?" She asked casually, leaning back and looking at him.
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