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Post by Snoop on Oct 16, 2009 13:35:45 GMT -5
Snoop looked around, seeing the scenery of the Bronx River. She never really came her specifically, but today she had nothing to do, no job to work on, she had already finished selling and now she had nothing to do. For once in her life, she was bored. No other word to describe it. Nothing that interested her today, nothing important to see, she was bored. Looking around, she spotted a tree and jumped and grabbed one of the branches, pulling herself up. She might as well have caught some sleep while she was there.
As she fell asleep, she saw her parents and her when she was younger, a happier part of her life, but then it went dark and she saw the man that had killed her parents... Snoop woke up with a start, and felt herself falling down from the tree. Quickly righting herself before reaching the ground, she looked around, making sure no one was around. That dream always got to her. It made her seem weak, and she was sure she let out a scream, but wasn't sure.
Snoop hated seeming weak, she pulled her music box out of her pocket and stared at it. It was small, made of wood, and the color was fading from old age. Opening it she listened to its musical little tune, watching as the gears of the music box turned. A small smile came on her face, a sad one at that. It brought back memories. Her smile turned into a frown, and she closed the music box. She looked down, and felt herself slumping down against the tree, staring down at her hands.
A sudden noise brought her out of her stupor, and it made her wary of where she was again. "Who's there?" Snoop said in a demanding voice.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 16, 2009 15:17:23 GMT -5
Hope shivered as she walked down to the Bronx river. She needed a change of scene, something different than the Harlem river. She hadn't been to the Bronx in a while, so she thought to herself, 'Why not?' and made her way to The Bronx.
The black eye she had gotten a few days ago was beginning to fade, along with the bruises on her arms. She made a mental note not to get into a fight with anyone who looked like they could kill her in one punch. She stopped at the river and looked at her reflection. She looked like a mess. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried to make herself look more decent. She pushed the hair out of her face. Why couldn't she be pretty?
All the other girls seemed as if they were just gorgeous. Hope felt as if she wasn't. Sure, people told her they were, but she just figured they were being nice. Just a compliment so they could make conversation. Three fourths of the boys here didn't care what she looked like, their main concern was getting another notch in their belt. Why couldn't she find someone for her to love?
Hope stopped, and looked up from the river. She heard music, she turned her head to the right and then to the left. She followed the music, until she was at a tree. Her blue eyes blinked, then she heard a voice call out.
"Who's there?"
There was obviously someone on the other side of the tree, she walked over to where she saw a girl sitting. "Oh, um, hi." She said, "I heard music, and I wanted to find out where it came from. I hope I didn't disturb you or anything, if I did, I'm really sorry." She said.
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Post by Snoop on Oct 16, 2009 16:16:43 GMT -5
"Oh, um, hi. I heard music, and I wanted to find out where it came from. I hope I didn't disturb you or anything, if I did, I'm really sorry."
"Its fine," Snoop said, keeping her eyes on the girl as she stood up, "I'm Snoop, whats your name?" she figured she might as well have an ally right now, and she could use some company. She looked at the girl, "You're not from America are you?" that was a simple question, and quite obvious. The girl didn't dress like most of the other girls, and she couldn't blame the girl. Snoop also dressed differently but that was only for her job.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 16, 2009 22:09:03 GMT -5
"I'm Snoop, whats your name?"
Hope smiled, "I'm Hope Dawson. Its nice to meet you, Snoop." Being a newsie, Hope was used to the odd nicknames and such. Most of them made sense, and some of them didn't, they were just a joke. She wondered why this girl was called Snoop, everyone had a reason behind their nickname whether it was a joke or not.
"You're not from America are you?"
Her eyebrows raised as she slowly shook her head. No one has ever asked her that before, even though she had a tint of an accent. She usually had to tell them where she was from. "No, I'm actually Hungarian." She paused, before asking, "How did you know?"
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Post by Snoop on Oct 16, 2009 23:08:24 GMT -5
"I'm Hope Dawson. Its nice to meet you, Snoop."
"Nice to meet you to," Snoop replied. She wasn't really, 'social,' she only talked to people when she had to. So most of this was a change for her, but at least she was trying to be social.
"No, I'm actually Hungarian. How did you know?"
"You dress differently. Same as I," she motioned to herself, "I'm from Romania. We both dress differently. That and the slight tint of an accent. I'm what my name is so I know how to tell when people aren't from America. Little quirk of mine." she shrugged at the last part. Most people thought it weid, but if you were in Snoop's line of work, you generally thought that was normal.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 21, 2009 16:21:33 GMT -5
"You dress differently. Same as I,"
Hope noticed that Snoop did dress like her, she nodded curtly at the observation. Some of the other girls dressed like they were boys, Hope could never do that. She was a girl, not a boy. If she dressed up as a boy then she would be thought of as a boy, and she didn't want to be thought of like a boy.
"I'm from Romania. We both dress differently. That and the slight tint of an accent. I'm what my name is so I know how to tell when people aren't from America. Little quirk of mine."
"That's fascinating." She said, "So you're very observant, huh?" She asked, with a smile.
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Post by Snoop on Oct 22, 2009 18:48:23 GMT -5
"That's fascinating. So you're very observant, huh?"
"Yep, along with some other stuff, just basic skills a good sneak needs to know." She shrugged at the last part. It wasn't a big deal to her truly, Snoop just saw it as normal, in her line of work. "So why do they call you Hope? Is it your real name or is it a nickname?" At times she could be interested in names, peculiar or not. Her own name, Bianca, wasn't to interesting to her, but other names interested her.
Looking around out of habit, she saw her surroundings. Snoop tended to do that due to competition. And competition was bad. Competition didn't help at all.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Oct 25, 2009 14:39:54 GMT -5
"Yep, along with some other stuff, just basic skills a good sneak needs to know."
"A sneak? Is that your job or something?" She inquired.
"So why do they call you Hope? Is it your real name or is it a nickname?"
She was surprised at Snoop's question, her nickname was a common real name, so the people she met just assumed that it was her real name. If someone asked, then she would tell them, but no one has ever asked before. "No, actually. My real name is Lea, my father gave me the nickname Hope when I was younger, and he always called me Hope up until he died. I always look on the bright side of life, so everyone just calls me Hope." She shrugged. One of the reasons why she kept the nickname Hope was because she didn't want her stepfather to ever find her. She tried to eliminate the things that could help him find her, including her real name.
"Why do they call you Snoop?" She asked, curious to know how and why she got her nickname.
Hope noticed Snoop looking around. She too glanced around, "What are you looking at? Are you looking for someone?" She asked.
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Post by Snoop on Oct 26, 2009 18:30:19 GMT -5
"A sneak? Is that your job or something?"
"Yeah," Snoop replied, "I help people when they need it." At times she saw it was helping. Other times she saw it as an excuse to use her abilities.
"No, actually. My real name is Lea, my father gave me the nickname Hope when I was younger, and he always called me Hope up until he died. I always look on the bright side of life, so everyone just calls me Hope."
Snoop nodded her head, "Makes sense. At first I thought it was your real name," she shrugged, "but everybody gets fooled at times."
"Why do they call you Snoop?"
She thought about it. Snoop normally wasn't asked the question, and when it came she glared. But of course, it was only fair to tell how she got hers since Hope had answered her question, "I got the name Snoop because I wouldn't tell anyone my name and kept snooping around for information when I was little. Probably from my parent's telling me about a fictional detective. Holmes, I think it was." Sherlock Holmes was her favorite fictional character. He saw peoples lies, and hoped she could someday be like him. Well except for some parts.
"What are you looking at? Are you looking for someone?"
"No," Snoop said, still glancing around, "there's always competition around New York. The more competition the harder it is to get a job," she looked back at Hope, "and competition isn't afraid to ruin your reputation." Most people didn't know who was a sneak and who wasn't. That's why she was so paranoid at times.
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