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Post by Vagabond on Sept 3, 2010 16:34:06 GMT -5
h i g h off my l o v e ,
d r u n k from my h a t e
just gonna stand there, watch me burn, that's
alright because i like the way it hurts, just gonna
stand there and hear me cry, that's alright because
i love the way you lie. i love the way you lie. THE REFUGE. Jail for children. Whatever you called it, it wasn't a happy place. And why exactly Vagabond was standing in front of it in the pouring rain was a mystery, even to her.
HER BROWN hair stuck to her clothes and skin, giving her the appearance of a drowned animal. She didn't care about this, though. In her hands was an expensive-looking necklace she'd lifted from a woman by a jewelry store; the chain wound around her fingers and the golden charm glinted in the lights coming from the building, causing her eyes to light up. This item would fetch her enough money to last another week. She would have to steal her own cash soon, pawning wasn't getting her anywhere.
MAYBE THE Refuge would have something worth stealing…
NO. Vagabond lectured herself. Do you want to end up like Parker? Rotting away in the Iron Pen? She sighed and lifted the necklace a little higher to get a better look at it. After a moment of observing it closer her eyes narrowed and she tossed it aside. Good answer. There was no point to this anymore. It just wasn't the same without Parker there to encourage her and congratulate her on her successful heists. New York was nothing like London on top of that, and stealing wasn't as fun or as much a way of life. In London, theft was the only way for her to survive, and it was a test to even do that, making it almost enjoyable for her.
BUT IN New York, it was all too easy to just nick a piece of bread or fruit from a vendor. It was easy pickings for a moderately skilled thief or pickpocket such as herself. But for beginners it must've been difficult, complicated and way too over-thought. Vagabond took twenty paces away from the Refuge with a scowl on her face. She needed a place to sleep, and by now only a few dry places remained in the city. And if she couldn't find a dry place to sleep…
WELL, IT wouldn't be the first time she'd slept in the rain.
words;; 348 (without coding)
muse;; alright
wearing;; this
credit;; eminem & rihanna for the lyrics. && what a lovely mockingjay! for the code!
warning;; steal this and DIE.
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Post by Peep on Sept 4, 2010 16:14:19 GMT -5
Peep sloshed through the puddles on the sidewalk in Queens quietly. His shoulders were hunched against the rain and cold, his hands were buried in his pockets, not likely to ever see the light of day again. He had come to Queens for the express purpose of finding Drifter and ending everything there had ever been between them. Of course, he had come ladened with flowers and chocolates, hoping to make it easier on her, but he had not found her. In a sudden flash of fear, he had left the flowers for Scout by way of anyomous and shoved the chocolates into the hands of a surprised and slightly scared child.
Hoping to seek refuge in the Manhattan Lodging House, he was cutting through Queens by way of the Refuge. When he had first come to New York, the place had sounded welcoming and like a Earth-bound Valhala, but then he had learned the truth. Ever since then, he had made sure the Wardens there had nothing to beg by way of his Lodging House and newsies. No way were they going to end up in there, not even Jumper and his dynamite.
Squinting his eyes against the harsh light of the streetlamp, Peep found a soaked and hungry looking girl standing before the Refuge. Coming up lightly to her, Peep glanced up at the darkened and rain slashed windows. "Waiting for a signal?" He asked. He had known newsies to do this, wait for their friends to send signals from the windows while Snyder slept on. He glanced at the girl again, surprised to see her just standing in the rain. Shrugging out of his heavy woolen jacket, he offered it to the girl, trying valiantly to ignore the way his shirt was soaking through slowly and steadily.
Peep smiled slightly in the dim and nodded to her, "Peep." He murmured, almost wincing at the way his quiet voice cut through the stillness of the night. "Come, you will catch a cold this way." He offered his arm to her, playing the part of a gentleman to the letter. "Would you oblige me by letting me walk you home?" He asked carefully.
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Post by Vagabond on Sept 23, 2010 17:32:50 GMT -5
"Waiting for a signal?"
Vagabond frowned and shook her head. As much as she would love having someone to wait for and try to save, there was no one in that building for her. She doubted there ever would be. She wasn't the most popular girl in New York, or even among the pickpockets of Midtown, so there'd be no reason she would be called on to rescue anyone. And if she was caught and taken to the Refuge, she was certain no one would be coming in to bust her out.
By the time she'd turned attention back to the boy who'd spoken to her, she discovered he was offering her his jacket. He soon after introduced himself as Peep. She stared at the jacket for a long moment, then took it and put it on, giving a nod of appreciation. "Vagabond."
When his arm was offered, she was hard-pressed to find a reason to take it. She'd just taken his jacket–which was warm as far as she was concerned–why link arms with him? Someone could be watching and they could be a fellow pickpocket…she didn't want to make that image for herself.
Home? He would walk a complete stranger home? A random girl he'd seen alone in the rain? Either he was a complete English-word-for-word gentleman…or he had an ulterior motive. He didn't look the kind of man to have an ulterior motive, however. So that left gentleman. Vagabond held back a sigh as she took his arm.
"If you could take me to the Midtown Warehouses," she began hesitantly, her voice soft, "that would be great. I don't really have a real home, so…" Vagabond trailed off and shrugged. "I take what I can get."
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