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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 14, 2010 19:54:42 GMT -5
He nodded. "Ah, I get it. Floater. I suppose I am, but not by choice." He chuckled. Then his expression turned dark and gloomy. "Yeah, the right person..." he sighed and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. "Sorry," He apologized.
Brooklyn looked at Frixie like he'd been struck dumb. "Huh?" He asked, and he was about to tell her off with a completely witty comeback that he was making up as he went, when Penny spoke up for him. He looked at her, a grin slowly forming. Then it was a complete grin and he looked at her with new found appreciation and awe. "Penny!" he said, otherwise speechless. "Thank you! I would be honored to be your guest!" Then, abadoning all protcol, he slung his arm around her shoulders and stuck his tongue out at Frixie, clearly saying, 'What now?'
He suddenly frowned when she said Doll. He stuck his finger out at her and said quietly, "Don't you dare mention her to me, got that?" he asked. It felt like a whole new wound had been opened in his chest. It was blaring hot and made it hard for him to breath. His breath came heavy and quick as the thumping of his heart slowed and the burning suddenly faded. The closer he stood to Penny, the less pain he noticed. He looked at her, his arm still around her. "Sorry 'bout that. I... It's complicated."
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Post by Penny on Jun 14, 2010 20:11:59 GMT -5
Penny smiled a "No-Need-To-Be-Sorry" smile. People don't always control their emotions... she thought. Penny knew that was true. If she had control she wouldn't have been so upset about the whole parents died and now she was a Newsie thing... Penny would have controlled her emotions if she'd been able too, but she couldn't. Penelope was unable to stop the chemicals in her mind from triggering themselves into tears and sadness.
Penny smiled at Brooklyn and stopped herself from laughing outright. It was impolite. She giggled politely instead. "I am honored that you've accepted my offer," Penny said with a light glint in her voice. She jumped slightly when Brooklyn put his arm around her shoulder. Penny hadn't been expecting that. "I have a couple of bags of tea, if you are interested," she offered. Penny knew that in her old life tea would be a given, but in this life maybe she would be laughed at... I always buy a bag or two of tea every evening. The number depends on how much I make... Thank God I sold a hundred papes today... Or I'd only have one bag... she thought.
Penny jumped at Brooklyn's sudden change of Doll. Oh, it must be her... That girl that he loves.... Didn't she get married? That explains why she's taken... Oh, poor Brooklyn.... she thought and frowned as he moved closer. He's trying to drown out his pain with other girls, Penny thought. She knew that wouldn't help his pain. It was the same with alcohol. People drank it to not feel their pain, but after the effects wore off, the pain was back. Penny decided that she allow him to stand closer, but that was all. I was taught at a young age, that I must stay pristine and perfect. The most that can happen before marriage is a kiss. That is all, she reminded herself of the rule. She was having a hard time thinking next to Brooklyn, but if she remembered that, she'd be okay... "If you want to talk about, I can listen," she offered.
Word Count;; 418 Muse;; Woo!! Notes;; No, Brooklyn will not get Penny. She was taught with the values of the wealthy... Tags;; Brooklyn, Frixie
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Post by frixie on Jun 14, 2010 21:15:59 GMT -5
Frixie glared at Brooklyn murderously. She despised when boys thought they could get cute and do stupid things like sticking their tongues out at her. She wouldn't take it lightly either. She crossed her arms over her chest tightly and pushed her feet off the book shelf, sitting up as straight as a pole in her seat. She was about to say something cheeky like, 'Shouldn't guests respect their hosts then?' when Brooklyn seemed to get angry and pointed his finger at her, demanding that she not speak of Doll. And that made her angry. Not that he told her not to talk about Doll--that he had the audacity to tell her what do is what infuriated her.
And so, in regular Frixie fashion, she told him so. "I don't care whether it's complicated or not!" she snapped, her pride having been trampled on in her eyes. "Don't ya ever dream about tellin' me what ta do again, especially when yer in my borough! I'll talk about who I want when I want an' ya can't stop me." She huffed, cooling down somewhat after she told him off. It wasn't that she was intentionally mean. She just had an Italian temper that made her inclined to jump to her own defense most of the time.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 23, 2010 17:47:24 GMT -5
Brooklyn looked at Penny. Really looked at her. He liked the way the hair curved along her jaw line. He liked her eyes and their inner light. The poise she had, he really liked that. Brooklyn smiled wistfully, what would it be like to be a boy with one girl? Married, even? Coming home everyday, kissing her cheek quickly, complaining about his day, getting into a fight, making up, ruffling the children's hair, complaining about everything, getting into another fight, making up again. Yes, he liked the fighting and making up parts the best. He removed his arm and stood respectively by her. He could play the game.
Suddenly Brooklyn was no longer the low life, newsie, bird, tattooed, smoking, drinking, tom-catting around Brooklyn. He was the refined, slightly down on his luck, Phineas Roberts. He straightened the dock worker's scarf around his neck. No need to tell anyone he had knicked it and ran away on the beams, laughing like a maniac, half drunk out of his mind. Brooklyn/Phineas looked at Penny and said in his best grammar, "I would love to have a sip of tea with you, Miss Penny." He smiled slightly, giving nothing away, bending slightly from the waist in a gesture of propeity.
He looked at Frixie with confusion. "My dear, I did not mean to offend you, in any way." He said quietly, getting ready to play with his mustache before he remembered he didn't have a mustache. He lowered his hand and clasped them behind his back, fighting his urge for a cigarette and a good strong whiskey.
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Post by Penny on Jun 25, 2010 20:48:01 GMT -5
Penny couldn't help but smile. She was pleasantly pleased that Brooklyn seemed to getting the rules of her former life that carried over to this life. Respect was always a given as far as Penny was concerned. Respect other, respect yourself. Such is life when you were almost finished with Finishing School. Penny shuddered slightly. She didn't want to think of those times... All that pain and suffering, she preferred having a say in what her life was... Whether her life being rich and lush or selling papers, Penny liked having the ability being able to know what happen.
"Great!" Penny said, her face lighting up. She hadn't had tea with company since that faithful day. No one else had been able to understand why she wanted to have company for tea. It wasn't in their blood. She thought about what she'd need for the tea. She needed that silver kettle she'd lifted from her grandmother and the two lovely china cups. Penny felt the knot in her stomach surface again. The kettle and cups hadn't been in her grandmother's will for her, but that day the fire destroyed her life, Penny and her Grandmother had been having tea with her Grandmother's friend and her friend's youngest daughter. Penny had liked the young girl and wanted to be friends. But later that evening a telegram had arrived mentioning the death of Penny's parents. Her Grandmother had had a heart attack that evening and her Grandfather had killed himself after the lose of his wife. And just like that Penny was alone.
She'd tried to get out her money. She got 5 dollars a week put in her account and three weeks prior she'd had 10 dollars. Upon withdraw, Penny found that she only had 5 dollars to her name. 5 of it was missing. Later she found out that her father had used that money to send her to Grandparent's because he had no money of his own, but Penny used every penny to get to New York from the Floridian Mansion, only to find her home really was destroyed. She'd taken from her Grandmother's six things. Her mother's wedding dress. The silver tea kettle and matching serving dish. The two lovely China cups. And the ball gown that Penny had always admired.
Penny smiled. "I'll go put water on," she said, burying her tears down inside her mind. She slipped away to her quarters and got out the shining kettle and filled it and put it over the fire. Penny sat down on her bed and just watched the fire dance calmly under the kettle. She couldn't wait to have tea with another person!
Word Count;; 496 Muse;; Wow!! I <3 it all the way!! Tags;; Brooklyn, Frixie
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