Post by Fox on Sept 19, 2010 11:02:15 GMT -5
[/b]tanding outside of Mario's, that was probably the closest Fox would ever get to a Hoity-toity. Or anything remotely similar to one. Really, it was a wonder how she sold papers to them without them recoiling in disgust. Not that she was disgusting or anything, but most Newsies didn't have the luxuries of looking as "classy" as a toity. But that was fine with her; she really didn't want to look like them. Examining the new gloves(stolen, of course) that clad her hands, she clasped them together.
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Fall air whooshed by, signifying the end of summer. Fox liked all of the seasons; except for Fall. She hated fall the most. It was a depressing season, in her mind. Sun dwindled down to being close to non-existent, and the warmth of summer vanished. But she liked winter, oddly enough. Winter to her signified freedom. She'd become a newsie during the winter.
Digging her hands into her bag, she pulled out a cigar, carefully lighting one and bringing it to her lips. Addiction was fantastic. Really, it was. When all else fails, you still had one thing to cling on to. That was how she looked at it; different from other people, who insisted upon it being a "sin".
Letting her icy eyes fly around, she examined all the Hoity-toitys flying by the building. Occasionally, a Newsie came here if they had the money. Most Newsies probably could afford to stay here, but it wouldn't be the smartest thing to blow out your money on on meal. And to Fox, it just wasn't practical. Why pay for something that you could just take, easily, even? Shrugging, she leaned against the building, keeping her sly eyes on the passerbys.
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