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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 10:57:41 GMT -5
"Most of us are masters of the awkward stare," Race agreed. "Are you staying at the lodging house? You musta just moved in, I don't remember seeing you around." Although, come to think of it, he wasn't around all that much. There were so many races and card games to attend.
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 10:58:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, for now I'm in the girls bunkroom...where I get stared at more. Lemme practice so I can stare back." Raven widened her eyes and stared awkwardly at Racetrack. "How's that?"
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 11:30:30 GMT -5
"Needs work," Race said, "but it's a good start. Here, more like this..." He stared back at her with wide eyes, but also let his jaw fall open a little.
((So cute. So absurd. Love them.))
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 12:10:30 GMT -5
"Ah now I get it...so like this," Raven kind of squinted one eye, widened the other and let her mouth go slack.
((SNORT So ridiculous...this is why they are friends! lol))
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 12:14:22 GMT -5
"Fast learner!" Race said approvingly, turning away for a minute to sell his last few papers to a passing family of British tourists. But he turned back with a friendly smile. "So where ya from, anyway? How d'you like Brooklyn so far, besides the awkward stares?"
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 12:17:48 GMT -5
"Originally Naples, here, the Bronx." Raven said with a smile. "And uh...I guess Brooklyn's okay. It's pretty much a meaner version of Manhattan but nowhere near as fucked up as the Bronx."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 12:25:25 GMT -5
He nodded. "Could be worse. I've been here all my life. Spot claims it was some kinda accident of birth and I really belong in Manhattan, but that'll never happen. Manhattan's boring, don'cha think?"
((^____^))
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 12:27:53 GMT -5
"Yeah!" Raven said with a huge smile. "Besides, they didn't want me so they can suck it." She said and then bit her lip.
"I coulda swore you was born in the old country." Raven put her hands on her hips. "You just come off that way."
((LOL))
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 12:35:24 GMT -5
"Really? Nah, but my parents were. Two different old countries, actually, my dad was Irish. Don't ask me how that happened." He nodded to the last customer and pocketed his coins. "You'll have to tell me 'bout Naples sometime." He couldn't even imagine it.
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 12:46:10 GMT -5
"It's...pretty. I remember a lot of green, goats and we had grapes." She started to smile. "Lots of sun." Raven shrugged. "And that's all I got."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 12:49:22 GMT -5
"Left when you were little?" he guessed. The sun was high in the sky, and he realized he was starving. "Wanna get lunch or something? I swear I can pay. Well, for myself, you're on your own."
((Poor Race, he's too poor to be chivalrous. ;D))
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 12:51:56 GMT -5
"Yea," Raven said, actually grateful he had asked her to come along. For all that she could stand on her own and shrink off into the corner all on her lonesome she did like being around people. She also didn't get a threatening vibe from Racetrack at all.
"I'm starving. You know a good place to eat?" She asked as she started walking beside him.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 12:56:41 GMT -5
He considered. Usually he pointed people in the direction of some gritty Brooklyn pub, but this Rae girl...he liked her. She seemed fun and friendly and tough, and of course, she was Italian.
"Well...I dunno if you've been to Little Italy much, but there's this place called Mama's..."
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 12:59:42 GMT -5
"I'm in! It already sounds delicious!" Raven still trotted along beside him, her hands in his pockets. She really didn't like being touched aside from a simple handshake.
Maybe that had to do with the fact that while she was in the Bronx, whenever she was touched it was usually violent or violating.
That was part of the reason she kept her hands in her pockets, so people didn't reach out to hold hands, or hug her.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 19:28:32 GMT -5
Race smiled at her; he could already practically taste Sophia's cooking. He noticed the way she walked, kind of hunched up, like she was protecting herself from something. Well, most of the kids in Brooklyn had been through something that made them feel that way. She'd probably make friends quick enough.
"Wait'll you taste the spaghetti. It's the real thing, not like all the knock-offs in the rest of the city. The lasagna, too, and you know it's almost impossible to get that right."
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