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Post by Natasha on Feb 20, 2010 19:26:59 GMT -5
Natahsa stepped off the train and onto the Harlem's train station platform. She was new in New York and didn't know her way around. She'd never been here before. People behind her were trying to push their way out of the car. She headed for the bench in the middle of the platform. She didn't have much luggage. Only one bag that had what clothes her neighbors had given her. She wanted to hang her head and beg for her mother. She missed her very much. It was three years since the fire, and she hadn't found a trace of her parents or brother. New York was the place everyone talked about. The amazing shows and singers. She'd come in search of a job and a house. Two things she couldn't get anywhere else. She knew she could act, but singing was a different story. Natasha hadn't sang in her entire life. She'd never tried. Not once.
Though she had been sitting on a train for the past couple of hours, all Natasha wanted to do was sit for a while. She should get up and get directions, but she couldn't force her legs to move. So, she just sat there staring at the people that walked past. She smiled at some of them. Some waved or smiled back. Other's looked at her like she was crazy. But their strange looks didn't get to her, she just smiled back at them.
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Post by Asher on Feb 20, 2010 20:14:01 GMT -5
Asher hurried along with the bird's cage. Sean had forgotten Gemma for the first time, and Moira had told him to rush it to the train station to give it to him. He found Sean easily, he was being unusually loud with some of his friends. That French fellow who Irish had found with Moira included... He handed over the bird and then fell back into the crowd, avoiding the French fellow, Asher didn't like him much. He, being passive, got shoved along and went with the flow of people. When he finally extracted himself from the crowd, he found himself in front of a stunningly pretty girl sitting on a bench. Asher stood in front of her, his mouth open slightly, staring dumbly. How odd... She looked sort of like Chase. Was that what made him stop? Or was it the fact that she exuded a sort of... wholeness?
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Post by Natasha on Feb 20, 2010 20:42:06 GMT -5
Natasha raised her hand against the blinding sun. She saw who stood in front of her. He was blonde and kind of cute. She grinned. "Hi." She said. She stood up, bouncing slightly. "I'm Natasha. I just moved here. It's nice to meet you." She said smiling. She looked at the small group of other teenage boys that he'd gotten pushed out of. Her smile disappeared. They'd pushed him away. That wasn't nice. She shook her head and her smile was back.
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Post by Asher on Feb 20, 2010 21:49:02 GMT -5
Asher stared at her. She was... bubbly. Asher was surprised that he didn't mind this. He'd always thought of himself as a level-headed person who didn't do anything that was unneccesary. To him, she oozed 'uneccesary', but in this case, it might just be neccesary. "Hi. I'm Asher, I live in the Bronx. Been here all my life." He smiled tentatively. She was nothing like Chase, but this didn't annoy him. "Are you looking at them? Don't worry about it, they're my friends. Well, Sean is, his friends are excessive." He looked at her, her one suitcase, and his mind went haywire. If she was new this meant she hadn't met any of the others. Not Levi, not Sean, not Irish, not Mush, and certainly not Chase (if he was her and had met Chase, he wouldn't be talking to himself either). "So... uh... Do you knoew were you're going to live?" Asher asked softly, touching her arm. That was a mistake. Something shocked him, like she was made of lightning (which she might as well be). He withdrew his arm quickly.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 20, 2010 22:53:51 GMT -5
Natasha smiled at Asher. "That's a nice name. It reminds me of my hometown. Ashland. It was a nice place. The people there were great. They'd all come to see my shows and they'd call me Star." She giggled at the memory. She glanced over at the other group of boys. They didn't seem to notice who their friend was talking to, but Natasha was okay with that. She loved talking to people. She thought for a while then finally answered him. "No i don't have a place to stay. Bein' i just moved here and everything. I was plannin' on gettin' a job then findin' a place, but i guess you kinda need both at the same time." She glanced down at the place where Asher had touched her arm. It had gotten cold and the hair on her arm was standing up. Then, as soon as it had happened everything was normal again. She looked back to Asher, her smile never leaving her face.
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Post by Asher on Feb 20, 2010 23:26:52 GMT -5
Asher was amazed by her weirdness. "Your shows? Like singing? 'Cause I know a perfect place for you to work. Medda's. I work there sometimes." He said with quiet pride. "I suppose you could stay at one of the lodging houses... Or maybe with Brooke." He trailed off, muttering to himself. Did she ever stop smiling? It was annoying... He told himself over and over. He almost glared at her, then stopped. When had he become so bitter? Was it when Chase started avoiding him? Or when he saw Chase and Ace together at the Mask? Either way, he had never before been so miserable. He suddenly felt like telling this girl everything and before he could stop himself; "I don't like girls." He paled immediately. Why was he saying this... Why was he... lying? Wait... Was he lying? No, he felt nothing for any other girls. But her... He shook his head and lowered his eyes, ashamed.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 20, 2010 23:41:46 GMT -5
Natasha saw the uncomfortableness on Asher's face. "What is wrong?" She asked him, touching his arm gently. "Medda's sounds great." She said, more to herself thatn him. Not for the first time, her smile slipped from her face. Asher doesn't like girls. Stupid, stupid. She kept repeating over in her head. She sighed quietly and muttered, "That's too bad." She thought he was cute. She had never looked at any guy like she had looked at Asher. Not the cute Indian boy, neither of the blondes. None of them held any interest for her. But Asher, he was different. He was cute and nice, he was everything Natasha had ever needed.
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Post by Asher on Feb 21, 2010 12:50:41 GMT -5
Asher looked at her. "Sorry... I shouldn't've said that. It was stupid and unneccesary..." He shook his head. Why was he apologizing? There was no need to apologize, it was the truth. Sort of. " Asher stepped away from her arm. "Um... So, Medda's right? Yeah... Do you sing or dance or... What?" He asked suddenly, at someone behind her. Great... "Hey, Sean... And Sean's friend."
Sure enough, the sandy-haired Sean and the darked-haired French fellow were standing there behind Natasha, waiting for their train. "Look at this, the fairy's talking to a girl... My my." Henri drawled. Sean hit him.
"Hey, lass. What's your name? Oit's good to see Asher talkin' to someone other then Street and his sister. Oi'm Sean, this is Henri..." Sean smiled. Asher glared at them. He didn't need this. It was unneccesary.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 21, 2010 13:05:16 GMT -5
Natasha's hand fell to her side when Asher moved away. "Uh, yeah. Medda's. Well, i act. I'm ain't sure 'bout singin' i've never really tried before." She looked away from him and turned around to see who the two new voices belonged to. She put a small smile back on her face. "Hi. I'm Natasha Larson. It's nice to meet ya'll." She cringed slightly when Sean hit Henri. She looked at Asher out of the corner of her eye. He didn't seem to like these two talking with her, but she didn't know why. They seemed nice.
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