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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 13:47:23 GMT -5
"Locusts Invade Central Park! Priests Swear Armageddon!" Raven crowed, holding a paper up over her head. She stood off to the side of the Brooklyn Bridge. It seemed like a good enough spot. She got people entering and leaving the city.
Raven was also surprised that no one had claimed this space for their own just yet. She shrugged.
"Protestants Swear Infestation!" She smirked to herself.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 14:06:16 GMT -5
Race had gotten started a little late this morning--due, of course, to a bet. He'd bet Freddy that he couldn't sell fifty papers in five minutes through good looks alone, and then he'd had to hang around to see the outcome. Sadly, he'd lost the bet.
So he was feeling slightly subdued as he headed toward the bridge, until he heard a girl's voice shouting about Protestants. Then he smirked, because Protestant jokes always brightened his day, even if this girl had stolen his selling spot. "Hey there! Racetrack Higgins. Don't think I've had the honor," he said, offering his hand. She looked Italian! Gorgeous, too.
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 14:27:56 GMT -5
Raven lowered her paper and just stared at him blankly for a few seconds, she raised an eyebrow at him. She warily took his hand and shook it.
"Hey..." She managed to say. Some of her auburn hair slipped down in front of her eyes and she blew it out of the way. In her brilliant wisdom while running away from the Bronx she's practically cut off most of her hair, all the way up to shoulders, at odd angles so she would be less recognizable. Now it was just constantly in her face.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 14:42:39 GMT -5
"I could try the other side of the bridge," he offered generously, "if you wanna have the crowds to yourself. Nice headlines, by the way. Those Protestants..." He shook his head solemnly. "You never know what they'll do next."
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 14:55:51 GMT -5
"That's what I say," Raven said with a tentative smile. "Oh...this was your spot...well somebody was late to work this morning." She said and pointed at the other side of the bridge.
"I ain't moving, so let's see who can do better business." She shooed him over to the other side.
((LMFAO she's like this itty bitty thing!))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 14:59:53 GMT -5
((Haha, but Race is sympathetic to short people who try to be badass.))
"Two bits says I can," Race offered cheerfully. He was never one to pass up two bets in one day, especially when he lost the first one and had such a good chance of winning the second. These were his customers, damn it. They wouldn't abandon him!
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 15:04:48 GMT -5
"You're on!" Raven called to him and immediately focused on selling papers. Even at fourteen Rae had a pretty ample busom and so she unbuttoned a few buttons and stood up straight.
"Golden Retriever saves Baby!" She yelled.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 15:08:54 GMT -5
((Aww, they're so young! <3))
"Golden retriever eats baby!" Race countered, waving his papers around and tipping his hat to attract the regular customers. "Morning, Mrs. Appleby! Lovely day, ain't it, Mr. Fitz?"
Unfortunately, Race lacked the essential benefit of cleavage and quickly lagged behind.
((I'm gonna go attempt to actually do something with my day, haha. See you later, we've got FOUR threads to finish! ^_^))
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Post by raven on Aug 31, 2011 15:24:43 GMT -5
Raven beamed with triumph as she sold pape after pape without really having to say too much. She watched as Race tried to desperately to beat her.
((They are! Just little babies! haha))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 31, 2011 22:30:31 GMT -5
Hours passed. The sun beat down. The papers sold, but not fast enough. When he saw the girl sell out around lunchtime while he still had a small bundle left, Race sighed and headed over with two bits in his hand.
"You realize this is gonna be a daily battle now, right?"
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 6:47:18 GMT -5
"Definitely and I'll feel bad about beating you every single time," Raven smirked and then actually started to smile. She closed his palm and shook her head.
"You're gonna need that money."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 10:15:27 GMT -5
Race smirked. "We'll see about that." There had to be a way to beat cleavage. He'd try the harmonica next time.
"Aw, thanks," he said when she refused the money, stowing it in his pocket, and then getting a look in his eyes that generally sent anyone who knew him running the other way. "Y'know, if you wanna throw in another two bits, there's this great horse running at Sheepshead tonight, no way he can lose..."
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 10:20:37 GMT -5
"You're pushing your luck." Raven said with a laugh, "but that was a real good try." She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked down at her feet for a second.
"I don't think I told you who I was...I'm Rae," She said and held out her hand to him.
"Ya know...you're the only one who's talked to me besides Spot."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 10:29:18 GMT -5
"Pleased to meetcha," he said, shaking her hand, and raised an eyebrow. "You know Spot, huh?" He tried not to put any special emphasis on the "know." Spot knew a lot of girls.
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 10:47:42 GMT -5
"I don't know Spot if you get my drift...but he kind of had to talk to me since Jack dumped me here...in Brooklyn...where everyone chooses to stare at me awkwardly instead of talk to me." Raven shrugged.
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